In the moments when the guards went to sleep, they were the only instants in which I could try to think despite the exhaustion. At this moment I found myself with my clothes full of blood and burned by the excess voltage and current that passed through the cables and with which they beat me like someone trying to turn on a light bulb.
I had been thinking for a week about how to get out of here and the only moment I could try it, is when one of the capos with alias arrived who had control of smuggling and who was the boss of my new friends in front of me.
Of course, although my personalities didn't think it was a very good idea to take on a national case, the truth is that there was a high price if I was going on a mission abroad. The ways that any of the high-ranking officials would want to eliminate me skyrocketed.
And although I had been here for only a week, I was already a nuisance to them, whether because of my reputation or because of the information I had.
The same happened with the people in front of me. Ironic, isn't it?, my supposed allies wanted me dead and my enemies too, only they still couldn't kill me.
If they made the decision to exterminate me before the boss arrived, there would have been no point in being here for so long. I had to buy more time, besides which I had found out that the boss wouldn't arrive on Wednesday but today Monday, because of a shipment that had been lost.
For the same reason Rudolf was shitting himself with fear and honestly for someone like his name, being this scared means that the boss was more dangerous than expected, even so should I be executed regardless of the consequences?
I can survive alone, but...
It was my only way to get out alive and with more time to escape. Everything else didn't matter, it was to be expected that soon the Colombian army or in the worst case the instructors would come to kill me.
I decided to intervene and bet on the boss's arrival and a little bit of luck getting out in time
"I've been thinking about telling my story you know, how I was raised and turned into a weapon as you call me or refer to me with that nickname. If you think about it objectively you'll be the only ones killed here before I say something. So what if we make a deal"
"Chh!, you talk a lot for someone who hasn't said anything but bullshit in a week, well, it's not like I'm losing anything listening to you and even though I feel like massacring you with gunfire right now, I'll listen to you"
"That's a good answer"
All puppies are the same, give them a toy or a stick they like and they'll entertain themselves and waste their time with it.
Besides, I wasn't the one who said stupid things all week, hehe or yes I was. Well from their point of view there was no change, although Rudolf I think suspects a little.
The personalities have different aspects to shine and the most unbearable was #4.
Although not in the way others would see it.
Since it's quite dangerous even in my terms.
"The first thing is to tell the beginning, although we'll skip to the fact of why I've been staying here". If I don't buy time I'll have to act leaving everything a disaster.
"What do you mean!" he answered me with rage
"Now calm down, Sit down this will be fun".
***
If I have to say how my life was it would be easier to say how I was a crop of misfortunes, more like the repeated memories you see when you're in hell. Let's make a reference to some works from two decades ago that I read once during my minimal times of rest, that is, sleeping when I could enjoy it.
A novel that I enjoyed to the fullest either because the protagonist caught my attention or because, like me, we lived in a facility apart from the world. Although of course between the two of us there is an abysmal difference or so I think, he was trained to be the perfect human and I was simply to be one of humanity's ideal weapons.
I was not passionate about light novels or web novels since the punishment for being idle had terrible consequences, but the perspectives they had of the world helped me in the hectic life I led, as well as the work of a reincarnated person who arrived in a mystical world and had to climb the paths of divinity without losing himself in madness giving me clues on how to keep my humanity in check or the shadow that wanted to be free in a world of living horrors in a continuous crossroads with fate showing me why I'm supposed to survive until the end too. The man who returned with 500 years of life experience and from which he shows us the facets of human behavior while growing in his cultivation for power.
In the era I'm in it's important to know about everything, but without losing yourself in the process.
Like other works besides the mandatory ones we were asked to read, my favorite subject was manipulation, history and forms of taking power and its management, and any other kind of learning that helps in the interest of efficiency.
Ah! and making good quality tea.
But not everything I learned was because I wanted to.
Each country has its way of doing things and in my case it was expected that the Colombian government would take charge of an orphan like me, perhaps, the closest thing to adoption was the idea of high-ranking officials to make an installation in which to place us, an "orphanage for the general public".
The main purpose was to improve the military power of the Colombian forces compared to what they currently possessed. Perhaps out of fear of foreign powers, which had nuclear weapons or international support, and the only thing that gave us an advantage was field experience, which was recognized internationally; but which everyone knew was less than sufficient.
Nobody wants to be the backyard of a superpower. And in any case me and another Twelve who remained were trained in order to close a little the existing gap.
13 of the 600 sacrificed only in my facility.
Well..... that was the intention at first. To then change by the Codices that would be established by alarming quantities in secret in several countries under the mandate of their MÁSTERS establishing the districts.
I emphasize, this is a form of military domination, therefore, if other countries found out about our existence at first, the most logical reason would be the extermination and penalization of the countries and UN towards the governments or entities involved, resulting in that we always carry a cyanide pill in case something went wrong; so that not even the slightest information leaks.
Although of course, our bodies are already evidence of a possible aberration created in confinement.
And not everything has been perfect as it should have been stipulated.
If I had to compare myself to the rest of my companions, I would say that I was the mentally weakest and if it weren't for talent, I would also say physically. My head starts to wobble just remembering them.
It's always the same symptom. They are voices.
'AAAAAAAAAH...! My head!'
I scream every time the pain hits my head like a bat
It hurts just by recalling their memories, all the voices. If only I could..., well that's not relevant, I'll have to live like this for the rest of my life.
But yes, the pain is infernal, I feel like my head wants to escape from my skull.
That's why they're there, my personalities.
My training started when I was 4 years old, and the rest of my companions were the same age as me except for my best friend or brother as I called him at first, who was a year older than me. We were all orphans, and if we specify in the actions I would say that my parents were murdered just like everyone else's. That's why I say "orphans"
Although we were raised from age 4, each of us has the impression that we were in the crosshairs from before, but that's just speculation.
At first we were only given numbers, which changed as soon as the principality began. Signs of weakness or doubt were first among all, after the first 50 were executed the atmosphere changed.
I was 14 years old when at the moment we were left with 32 we were all given a number and nickname with which we would work later in the assassinations, my number was 13 and the assigned name was Heiss.
From that moment we were ordered to only call each other by our nicknames and they would only call us by our numbers and later in smaller numbers we would be nicknamed Codices.
The program directors were trying to investigate how well we would all adapt according to our past and experience, as well as with tests with new and in my opinion unethical drugs; and of course if any failed, they would be executed.
600 children from different countries kidnapped as slaves and recruited from around the world without the slightest interest from their governments; because who cares about abandoned homeless children. Each district with its people and its particular recruitment, beyond that nothing is known because of our limited information at that time.
The Principality was the lives of many children who didn't know what family was, one of several ambitious projects. A life that had no meaning, only tragedy after tragedy, pain after pain, emptiness after emptiness.
It is from here that a life with trauma began, a life of voices in my head, a life of 16 personalities.
ha...
Although my life was not the same as some protagonists of their stories; where they became strong and had happy endings or in any case, their abilities allowed them to grow beyond the imagination of anyone, giving them the opportunity to change their lives by their own strength; I Heiss, can only say one thing.
That the differences between the powers that an ordinary person acquires, against a perfect human, an ideal weapon or a monster would only give the idea to a simple conclusion, that demons do exist.
The difference after being born will be evident to all, we will stop being equal and we will become prey to those who can climb first or those who maintain the advantage and risk to the minimum.
I would like to get out of here to go read a story, although I don't know much about the good side of the world I am grateful to the authors for trying to create different works, or at least an attempt. That kind of help is what someone like me needs, someone who wants to see a normal world; not the story itself, but the world that writers can see.
Continuing in my monologue! My growth was forced, physically at age 6 I was already lethal but not enough to beat more than 3 of my base instructors at the same time. And the variation between tactical training in the jungle, in execution operations and martial arts taught for my training, gave me experience to be more capable than many officials I knew or assassins, even if at first I was a coward. In the same way I was taught subjects to a degree greater than many could possess, since it was necessary not only muscle but intelligence for each operation.
Our goals were, assassinate, steal, or protect. The high-ranking officials weren't the only ones who needed to be kept safe, but those who maintained the active financing of the facilities. Our knowledge was already high, if I wanted something it was to learn and perfect, so far I had learned 6 languages completely as a native speaker and another 4 as a practitioner, this thanks to the interaction with the other numbers from the different districts, I can now speak them almost fluently. I have knowledge in geography and politics, as well as in history or archived events that are not revealed to the public.
For this project green light was given with foreign and internal investment, the mere fact of being a country slack in military diversity made the project very pleasing and attractive to people without scruples, plus for international despots who required support in case of impossible tasks or illicit acts without any fixed implication.
We would be a patch that would cover any leak from a boat that was sinking in the rules of law. The Codices would be those who make the rules something obsolete, perfect in our own way.
For some reason, although I liked to perfect some aspects, whether it was the use of weapons or the same language, we were asked to be technically better than excellent. Every year there was a grading exam, at the same time the difficulty increased. In the end there were always fewer than half of those already there. Of everything we would only end up with 13.
All of the above would only last a time, since it was inevitable that someone wouldn't find out. Greed is sometimes something that sinks people and this was no exception for greedy Colombians.
Mostly I received information from the instructors or from the MÁSTER; what was not allowed was the leakage of those missions to those who were not in those missions including details to the same clients. But of course international suspicions began to become increasingly present in each operation.
That nonexistent lead was opened by greed errors. Power, money resulted in a failure in district 5, which would generate the greatest misfortune and catastrophe of the century to which they would nickname "Le Vide Rouge".
A misfortune that would take thousands of lives in France and Germany.
All the experience I collected in that facility was used to commit atrocities, such as in murders or other missions, all with the excuse of "it's for all of us". But everything would get out of hand and the world doesn't filter unscrupulous monsters.
What putrefaction
***
It was getting late and to Rudolf I gave some descriptions of how my education was, how I had been trained and what they did in my district, of course this act was only a half lie. There was no need to tell anything to someone who didn't give profit, but among the truths you can draw unexpected results later.
This only had one purpose and it was that I wouldn't be interrupted so I could buy more time for now. And of course, understand these guys a little more...
Besides, with time they could get bored if I said nothing and they could start using barbaric torture.
"my body is smelling bad and I haven't eaten in a long time, why don't we take a break"
"piece of shit, do you think you can ask for favors?, keep talking"
It's obvious that, if he gets information from me, at least he'll save his own skin. but on the other hand he has been warned about the time limit during the past week and what awaits him if he has nothing when the boss arrives.
"Hey, hey, what's the rush, besides the fact that I'm revealing information that only trained agents like me know, don't you think about giving me anything?"
He pulled the pistol from his pocket and put it to my jaw pressing upward. I could tell it was a good weapon, a German one to be precise, although I don't know what kind, it looked like one from World War II.
It seems someone is eccentric when it comes to running errands.
The simple thing would be for me to break free and break his wrist first and then his leg so I could reach his neck and use him as a shield, but that would be premature, although I felt like it.
Besides his behavior this week has been...
"Alright, alright, calm down, Rudolf, calm down. I'll tell you what I want and then I'll continue. It's nothing special I just want a name"
"A name?, Of what?" He said it reluctantly
Although I was waiting for the boss to kill him, the doubt I had was eating me up inside and how not, since it's because of that character that I'm here letting them beat me up of the century. if the Codices saw me in this situation they would burst out laughing plus the implicit scolding.
Well anyway, I'm already used to not everything being informed to me, but there's a fact that doesn't add up in the whole operation and that's the many irregularities that appeared, that shouldn't be happening, not after the tragedy two years ago.
Everything changed after the whole world found out what was done in the districts, especially the 5th.
More than that, there's another doubt and it's of a person calling by phone saying "they're coming for you". In the end I could only find one alias before the incident with the bomb.
Someone or a person tried to ambush me and another tried to save me; maybe there's an infiltrator, but anyway there's no way to prove it, for now I'm going to find out about the alias of whoever tried to blow me to pieces and for which I'm here "kidnapped".
"Ufff, aaaah okay, and it's not that, it's Who?"
Night came faster than I expected, there was a clock on the desk in the back. It was already 5 pm marked on the small clock placed on the desk in the corner where a mercenary was, for which I decided it was time to ask what I needed; I raised my head and just like darkness, as if another person had switched with me in my body, I looked him in the eyes with a look as cold as the void.
I wondered if it was the right decision to call him.
The words simply came out of my mouth, and what comes after that is simply the beginning of the massacre.
Personality #13: "Who is Jouska?"