My name is Glitch Alexander Vixious, also known as Subject number four of the Vixtek Advanced Biomechanical Army. I am descripted as a flawless, state-of-the-art unit only available to my corporation or the presidential command. The name and description, given to me by my beloved, wise scholar, Professor Maxwell Vixious. Though, this I keep to myself; I know it to my personal extent, that I have a lot to live for, but only one cause to die for.

“Unit four is ready, sir” “Excellent. Prepare him for his field test. Make sure that there won’t be any more errors in our system this time” “Right away, sir" Ambiguous voices and hazy forms cloud his memories. Little did I know that my life and recollections, were merely just a black rose in a vast, deserted land.

Top of his class, he did not fail on showing any remorse or mercy, he made sure that he would not end up like the other three dunces, the other three failures. With harsh and rigid training, his strength surpassed his tests; speed practiced to beat split seconds in both decision making and reflexes. He did not have any other name than his own. It was not long until he questioned his high commanders, nor did he rebel against his higher officers.
“He did an outstanding job today, wouldn’t you think?” “An outstanding job?.. An OUTSTANDING JOB?! The boy broke one of my officer’s shoulder during their spar. You need to control him or else.” “The boy won against someone higher than him. You should be proud of yourself, captain”

It’s not that I swore my whole life to hunting down this wretched hag, I’m doing it for her own good as well; for the company’s good, for the good of all mankind. Is it not the fact that she owes her life to our institute as well anyways? Without our help, what difference could just another fox do to our world? I am to hunt her down in every corner, come winter or drought. I am THE Number Four.
“Dear, I have not come to take you. Take it like this, I’m going to deliver you to the front door of the fucking company whether you like it or not!” “You may be the best of your class, but I was still the prime experiment, disgraceful abomination.. “ They snarled at each other upon their sights, a storm was brewing, and their night of hunt has finally started.

His cockiness and pride dominantly exhibits himself. Always on the offensive, taking his chances at the sound of the bell. With the given power to distort and manipulate short bursts of gravity; it chips away his sanity and life. He never was told the quality of beauty. His call for the dance macabre of pressure; the melodic flow in his surroundings. How far have you come for all the destruction, and how far is your will to press further.

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Summary of an upcoming story I'll be publishing soon! I don't know where else I can upload stories like that, so I guess FA will do. Sorry for the delay! More to come~