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~The Unspoken Vow~

-Kalki x FemOc-

Introduction:

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It was a regular day, people doing their labour, bounty hunters running here and there to catch the victims. It was a usual sight for the people in Kashi. They say it was the first city in the world to appear, and was famous for its beautiful temples, now even if you try to even hear the name of god, you won't be able to.

The city was bustling with sellers shouting, some were selling things that were supplied from the complex, some were selling human slaves.

Between the crowd a girl was sneaking secretly, so nobody could detect her. She secretly went to one of the stalls and sneakily stole one banana, and a fresh bottle of water. When she tried to sneak away she heard “Hey the total is 5000 units, pay and then take it!” she immediately stopped and turned around to see a bulky man, with a long beard and a pot belly, he is scary. She gulped and started running for her life.

It was not her first time stealing, hell she even stole from the complex, but always had that nervous feeling while doing that, she didn't want to get caught, she knew what happened to those who were caught, she didn't want that fate.

While running she entered an alleyway, bumping into people didn't stop her, she still ran. What she didn't see was that a tall man, and bumped into his chest. She was waiting for fall but didn't feel the impact, but she felt an arm wrapping around her waist. She opened her eyes to see two beautiful brown orbs, the most beautiful browns to ever come in contact with.

Her trance broke when she heard a shout, that pot belly was still behind her. She was about to run, when that man stopped her still looking at her. “Leave me..!” she wishper shouted. That man put hand on his chest and said “Hayee..” and as if he was about to faint. She looked at him weirded out.

“HEY YOU THIEF!” she heard a loud shout only to see the man, he was looking dangerous, she again gulped, she hadn't even eaten the food she stole from the stall. She is not ready to die. She was trying to get the grip of the man she bumped into.

“you had the audacity to run away with things that are way more valuable than your life!" The stall owner shouted. “I...I..” she stuttered, “Cat got you tongue huh!” he started coming closer to her. But was stopped by the man she bumped into, “Leave her she is with me.,” “I don't care, she stole things that are valuable for me, if she doesn't have the money..” the man took a look at her. “She has a really pretty face, she can work as a slave to pay off to the debt.” he completed smirking disgustingly.

By the time he completed the sentence, he was punched in the face by the mysterious man, and was held by the collar, the man gulped and said “listen I will pay 5000 units for her, you take the units I take the girl?” he said nervously and smiled.

The man again looked at the girl, who..who enchanted his heart, Nope he is not letting her go. Without looking at the man he punched him in the head, only to make him unconscious.

The girl wide eyed was surprised, the mysterious man slowly walked towards her, smiling like an idiot. “I let go of 5000 units for you, remember you are going to pay me the double amount of that..” he said bending a little, because she was short according to him.

She was still weirded out by the stranger, leaned away, he put a strand of her hair behind her ear, that was disturbing him to take a look at her features, “I am Bhairava..” whispered his name,

“Priya... Supriya..” she answered back.

So umm this was the introduction, I really don't know if people are going to read it, if it doesn't reach the audience, it's ok, I will post it on Wattpad.

If anybody likes it let me know if they want another chapter. And also it my first time on Tumblr so I am new to these things.

Mastelist. Chapter 1.

(unedited)

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 - 𝑰 | 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐇

PRELUDE | PREVIOUS | NEXT | MASTERLIST

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Life in the complex was a repeated routine day in and day out. Get up, get ready, pick up your tasteless food, eat it and then pick up the nourishing diet of the positive female you were assigned, get her food and then come back to bunk. If you're lucky, or unlucky, you might be called for another task before the next meal you have to deliver.

That was how it was as far as Sum-80 can remember. She doesn't know who she was, where did she come from? Who were her parents? Her father, her mother. They didn't care for her much, that was sure, seeing as they let her be here.

She tried to put together a somewhat proper origin, instead of the pieces she remembered, when she had nothing to do. The most solid of which was sold for units. It was based on the blurry memory of a man, her father? handing her over in exchange for something, years ago and with time her memory has faded away the faces she once must have remembered.

Her name? She never thought about it. Her code inked in her skin had the number Sum-80, that was her identity like every other girl here, some have kind of translated them into names like the one who sleeps under her bunk. T-18, she called herself Tara.

She just couldn't come up with anything that felt right.

“Get up, the commander has called for an assembly, come get going you all.”

Her thoughts break as the guard yells, looks like another woman is going to get tested or something. She climbs down her bunk and joins the other black dressed ladies.

She slid in the middle of the queue, she didn't want the back place, no one usually did, the guards had a habit of being touchy. The first place wasn't safe either, she stood there once and almost got shot by a laser because the commander lost his cool, some weren't that lucky though.

The middle of the line was perfect.

As they completed assembling in the giant hall, she noticed one extra person in the room. She made sure she didn't look up for too long, who knows what they will see it as.

The new person in the room was a woman too, another test subject? No. The answer came to her when her eyes moved a little lower and she noticed a familiar inked triangle on her inner arm. She was another negative she guessed.

But maybe not? Her clothes were different from her own. While she and the rest of the negative female helpers wore long black robes with arm bands and a choker that pinpointed their vitals and location, the new face in the room was in a simple shirt and some pants with feet bare and hair pulled back neatly.

Her heart rate picks up as the gaze of the newcomer finds her own making her look down immediately. Fuck fuck fuck. Sum-80 curses herself internally, glaring a hole in the floor refusing to look up until the positive mother was brought.

She really wants to close her ears and eyes or run away, more preferably, when the woman screams endlessly as they abstract the serum from her child. She finds it hard to breathe when the screams finally stop, somehow forcing herself to lift her eyelids up to find out if the woman made it.

Her gaze finds the view in time for the machine to dump white clad woman on the floor.

“She is a strong one.” The commander speaks as the woman on the ground sobs in probably pain or the loss of life within her, it was hard to say.

“She won't make it.” An unfamiliar voice speaks, the woman from earlier speaking up as she eyed the sobbing lady with a blank face. The commander looks impressed as he signals the guard to get the woman on her feet.

“This is your new incharge.”

Her eyes shift back to the centre where the commander is speaking, gesturing towards the female.

“Meet, MA-13, the very first of her kind. The woman by me.” He says proudly as the female looks around herself with a sharp yet empty gaze.

MA-13, MA-13. MA-terh, ma-terh, matara? Wasn't that supposed to mean something like mother, she wasn't sure to be honest.

“She has been designed and trained to keep you all in check, no secrets, no more sneaking around, some of you complain about the guards so I made her but she has only one response to you breaking rules.” The commander trails off nodding to her, MA-13 nods back and before anyone can blink the mother who was being held by the guards dropped to the ground.

But no because they simply let her go, she had a slit throat, while MA-13 held onto a knife that had a blood covered blade. The woman didn't even blink as another female died in her feet but choking on her own blood thanks to her.

Sum-80 can feel the lack of breath passing through her as she witnessed the killing, so now on top of the guards that had no concept of limits, they had a woman looking over them who didn't even bat an eyelash before or after killing someone.

This place just got worse each day.

In all the years she has been here, Sum-80 has seen countless lives being lost before they even get a chance to live or breathe in this world. That was the main reason she kept the life inside her hidden away.

The last seeding showed her negative too but after a few days she started noticing changes in herself and before she could even think it through a bump was visible to her.

She was pregnant.

Today marked the completion of the fifth month and while she held back from ever lifting her robe or as much as letting it move in someone's presence the events she had just witnessed left her shaking and worried, the life inside her getting restless in response to her emotional turmoil.

She pulled back the robe to gently caress her growing belly, trying to comfort her child when she heard something and looked up, her hand immediately pulling her robe back as her eyes met a fellow negative mother. LYL-33. Shit.

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This was the best decision of his life, did he lie about the whole love thing? Yes but he was sure Roxie knew that too.

Roxie. She was an interesting woman, fierce, trained in combat, steals for living which was a whole lot familiar. She reminds him of her. Mahavidya.

He remembers her face well enough, long black hair that shined with a brown hint when sunlight fell on it, the way she cursed him all the damn time and their stupid quarrels.

He has no idea why. That woman didn't even leave him anything in wake of her departure, only if he had managed to hand her over himself instead of being beaten unconscious by her.

But she was probably a hated memory, seeing that he remembers her so well, nothing more unlike a certain a.i. claimed.

Buiji and her nonsense theory of him and Roxie dating before she was so similar to Mahavidya because he and Roxie were a FLING not a genuine romance and that stupid bot knew it, she just liked to piss him off whenever a female was mentioned in life.

One day he will strangle that a.i.

“Bhairava!!”

He leaves his thoughts behind when Roxie calls his name, what was done was done and doesn't regret it one bit. Time for him to see his future home.

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“Stop!!”

Sum-80 freezes in her place when MA-13's voice calls out, damn it damn it damn it did she get caught? She turned around only to find the woman walking past her to another woman making her breath in relief.

The anxiety makes her stomach churn making her decide to skip on the current meal. She heads for her bunk, lost in thoughts only to realise that there was already someone in her bed.

She screams when the man reaches for arm, backing away only for him to get a grip on her forearm, the struggle ends with him pushing her on the floor.

Thankfully she landed on her side but not so thankfully her robe fell to the side too, revealing her five months pregnant belly.

“What the-”

She didn't let him finish grabbing his gun he left on the bed and pointing it at him, her hands were shaking but she wasn't going to go down this easily.

“Please..” She begs when another figure enters her peripheral. She turns her gaze, the gun still pointed at the man as she recognizes the woman. LYL-33.

She feels a little relief, LYL-33 knew of her pregnancy and everyone knew she and the guard in front of them had a thing going on. Maybe she will understand?

“Help me..” Sum-80 hears her voice crack, barely above the whisper as the other woman approaches her.

“Hey it's okay, don't worry.” The female speaks softly as she kneels in front of her. “Here give this to me.” She adds and Sum-80 lets the gun slip for her hands.

Mistake on her part because the man snatches his weapon from LYL-33, who sighs one word as she stands beside him.

“Sorry.”

The guards are called in along with their new incharge who looks at her from head to toe before nodding to the men to take her to the cells of positive mothers, walking past her to the opposite direction, probably to go call the commander. At that point Sum-80 can only think of one thing.

Note self : There is no such thing as trust in hell she lives.

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