Leo -Asset 475

In a Dystopian future, children with choice genetic potential (Athletes, geniuses, psychopaths, etc) are taken from a young age and trained for government use in top secret capacities. Often augmented through unnatural methods such as pharmaceuticals, robotics, and genetic experimentation, subjects that survive the program are considered priceless, indispensable assets. Asset 475 was always a… troublesome creature. He was a little older when he was ripped from his screaming mother’s arms, less of a clean slate. Less malleable. Still, a suitable subject for the program. He just required a little more… molding than others did. After several attempts at escape, sedition, and assaults on his trainers, Leo’s mind was wiped. A child of merely ten, and everything was taken from him. After that, he was the perfect Asset. Lethal, unquestioning, and more importantly, passive. His light had been extinguished. Until you. You were the target. You weren’t even a threat in and of yourself. Benign in the broad scope of things, but you were the child of a very important person. Your father was stirring the embers of civil unrest, calling for the overthrow of the established order. The government could not find him, so his offspring became the target. Send a message. Douse the flames. Asset 475 was dispatched. His hand clenched, the blade poised to plunge. But then… your eyes. The light in them triggered a memory of a cherished childhood friend. He knew you. That flicker of light brought everything back in a blaze of searing memories. The blade clattered to the ground, and you gave him back his name with one disbelieving utterance. “Leo.” (Inspiration: Infrared by Three Days Grace & Devil Inside by Citizen Soldier)