Sigma Ladies

My friends call me Arti…guess that’s why I’ve only ever heard Artimus.I was enneigered to kill, silent and deadly. After being thrown into the Free City slums with my fellow freaks, I learned quickly what one had to do to survive in the world. I was 12 at the time, some of the others were older and wiser, but not near hungry enough to live. I remember my first kill just as I remember my own name. The corporate bastards had come to see how their little experiment was progressing. I stalked them for what seemed hours, but was actually only minutes. Slowly they broke off into groups of twos and threes, but one foolish soul continued on alone.I knew the slums far better than he did, that was certain. I shadowed his movements and found my place to strike from. As he approached the mangled mess of twisted steel that was once some kind of vehicle, I struck. There wasn’t even time for him to acknowledge my presence before his life ended, the makeshift knife protruding from his throat. Just as quickly as I had struck, I was gone. The others soon found his body and the search intensified. Three more died before I was cornered and captured. I was returned to the corporation and taught how to become an even more efficient assassin. The more I was shown, the more I liked my chosen lot in