...beep...beep...beep...beep...

She was lying on a cold stone floor in near darkness, her hair splayed wildly across. Her eyes remained closed, her eyelashes fluttering in the musty breeze. Her limbs were splayed outwards, away from her bandaged chest. Tubes hung out of , arms, and chest, connected to machines that surrounded her, beeping and clanking, trying to keep her alive. 

"Will she survive?" A cold voice echoed through the chamber, as two men marched in, their boots loudly clanking on the stone floor.

"Yes sir," a frightened voice responded. "She will surely survive."

"Why did you instruct your men to shoot her? Such a childish and idiotic move, I'm disappointed." The cold voice revealed no emotion, seeming even more frightening and foreboding. 

"I-I'm sorry sir, this will never happen again."

The cold voice laughed. "As if it will happen again," he snarled harshly. "You will do everything you can with her to make sure mistakes like her don't happen again. If I catch one more mistake then you will be sentenced to a worse death than she, do you understand?"

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