CHAPTER 1
Avril looked through the one-way window into the interrogation room where two doctors stood next to a table. One of the doctors was Jade Silva, a woman Avril had talked a lot to over the past two weeks. The other doctor was a middle - aged man with a bright beard and kind eyes. The walls in the room were white, and by the small table, sat a Fighter. He was cuffed to the table, but the cuffs weren't regular ones. These were a lot thicker, specially designed for cyborgs. He also seemed drugged judging by his slack sitting position.
Avril watched the Fighter as she licked her lips. His intimidating persona made her heart pound. His dark glare said not to mess with him. He had to be at least seven feet tall, and his muscular frame didn't ease the impression of him. She was nervous, because soon, her entire life might change.
“Good evening, Hunter,” Jade said. “How are you feeling?”
Jade was dressed in a doctor's coat and she held a block of papers in her hands. Her dark hair was put up into a ponytail.
“Piss off,” Hunter growled.
“As positive as always, I see.”
Hunter.
Memories from the past flashed through Avril's mind. It had been twenty years, but she still remembered him. He had been so different back then. He had been happy, always smiling. She had never had a reason to be afraid of him, but now, he scared her. He wasn't the same anymore. He was now marked by a tough life.
She remembered the day it had happened. She had only been twelve. She had been out playing with her friends in their neighborhood in the southern part of Glaswell. Hunter and his bound one Sarah had lived on the other side of the street. Sarah had been outside packing things into their car when Avril had heard the sounds of squeaking wheels from an approaching vehicle. She had barely managed to turn around as she had spotted a black, huge truck driving way too fast toward Sarah. Seconds later, it had hit her straight on and pinned her against her car. The sound from the impact had been deafening and it had sent chills through Avril. Sarah hadn't had a chance. She had died immediately.
Sarah's death had devastated Hunter. Avril and the other children had watched him go crazy once he had realized what had happened. He had completely lost it, roaring out his pain and desperation as he had ripped out the driver from the truck. The driver had been a middle-aged man with glazed eyes. Avril had assumed that he had been drunk. Hunter had snapped the man's neck before falling to the ground in spasms. A few minutes later, cyborgs, police, ambulance, and other people had turned up. They had taken Hunter away and that had been the last time she had seen him.
Until now.
Avril felt her heart clench as she watched him. There was so much hate in his beautiful and shining eyes. He was still as handsome as she remembered, but now, he looked worn out. He needed to shave and get a change of clothing. Jade had informed her that Hunter had been given food, a place to stay, and clothing, but he just paced inside his room, looking for a way out, ignoring the clothing and the food. He was starving himself and that broke Avril's heart.
Today, she was here because she hoped that she would be able to help him. There were no guarantees, but she would do everything in her power to help him. MedAct had a special program for the Fighters that they were able to bring in. The program intended to give the Fighters a good life again together with a new bound one. Women who wanted to help were able to sign up for the program. After that, the women were put in school. They also went through tons of medical, mental, and physical tests before they were either approved or denied to become the new bound one of a Fighter.
Fighters weren't like newborn cyborgs. They wore deep scars and dark histories in their hearts. They needed a firm, but at the same time, a gentle hand. They needed women strong enough to handle them. Most women who signed up for the
Avril looked through the one-way window into the interrogation room where two doctors stood next to a table. One of the doctors was Jade Silva, a woman Avril had talked a lot to over the past two weeks. The other doctor was a middle - aged man with a bright beard and kind eyes. The walls in the room were white, and by the small table, sat a Fighter. He was cuffed to the table, but the cuffs weren't regular ones. These were a lot thicker, specially designed for cyborgs. He also seemed drugged judging by his slack sitting position.
Avril watched the Fighter as she licked her lips. His intimidating persona made her heart pound. His dark glare said not to mess with him. He had to be at least seven feet tall, and his muscular frame didn't ease the impression of him. She was nervous, because soon, her entire life might change.
“Good evening, Hunter,” Jade said. “How are you feeling?”
Jade was dressed in a doctor's coat and she held a block of papers in her hands. Her dark hair was put up into a ponytail.
“Piss off,” Hunter growled.
“As positive as always, I see.”
Hunter.
Memories from the past flashed through Avril's mind. It had been twenty years, but she still remembered him. He had been so different back then. He had been happy, always smiling. She had never had a reason to be afraid of him, but now, he scared her. He wasn't the same anymore. He was now marked by a tough life.
She remembered the day it had happened. She had only been twelve. She had been out playing with her friends in their neighborhood in the southern part of Glaswell. Hunter and his bound one Sarah had lived on the other side of the street. Sarah had been outside packing things into their car when Avril had heard the sounds of squeaking wheels from an approaching vehicle. She had barely managed to turn around as she had spotted a black, huge truck driving way too fast toward Sarah. Seconds later, it had hit her straight on and pinned her against her car. The sound from the impact had been deafening and it had sent chills through Avril. Sarah hadn't had a chance. She had died immediately.
Sarah's death had devastated Hunter. Avril and the other children had watched him go crazy once he had realized what had happened. He had completely lost it, roaring out his pain and desperation as he had ripped out the driver from the truck. The driver had been a middle-aged man with glazed eyes. Avril had assumed that he had been drunk. Hunter had snapped the man's neck before falling to the ground in spasms. A few minutes later, cyborgs, police, ambulance, and other people had turned up. They had taken Hunter away and that had been the last time she had seen him.
Until now.
Avril felt her heart clench as she watched him. There was so much hate in his beautiful and shining eyes. He was still as handsome as she remembered, but now, he looked worn out. He needed to shave and get a change of clothing. Jade had informed her that Hunter had been given food, a place to stay, and clothing, but he just paced inside his room, looking for a way out, ignoring the clothing and the food. He was starving himself and that broke Avril's heart.
Today, she was here because she hoped that she would be able to help him. There were no guarantees, but she would do everything in her power to help him. MedAct had a special program for the Fighters that they were able to bring in. The program intended to give the Fighters a good life again together with a new bound one. Women who wanted to help were able to sign up for the program. After that, the women were put in school. They also went through tons of medical, mental, and physical tests before they were either approved or denied to become the new bound one of a Fighter.
Fighters weren't like newborn cyborgs. They wore deep scars and dark histories in their hearts. They needed a firm, but at the same time, a gentle hand. They needed women strong enough to handle them. Most women who signed up for the
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