Journal entry 1:

My name is Lost Number Zero. If I have a real name then I do not know it. I was taken from my family when I was an infant and I was turned into a Lost Number around the age of six.

The man that took me acted on his own free will. He worked for an organization called Cronos, a secret society bent on taking over the world by turning people into monster like creatures called Zoanoids. Cronos has twelve directors called Zoalords and they were not happy when they discovered what one of their scientists had done. He never did ask for authorization for the project, and what he did was unforgivable.

The lab was quiet. The only sounds came from the computers and a wired cage. The cage was labeled Lost Number Zero. In the dark room no one would have seen the girl with wings, but she could see the lad as though it were well lit. Her blue cat eyes were fixed on the computer monitors. A Zoanoid form, a Lost Number, was displayed on the screen. A flood of memories washed over her mind. She remembered being put in a tank and she was submerged in water. She remembered pain when she woke up out of the tank. She remembered the scientist being disappointed and he locked her back in the cage. She looked away from the screen and curled up in a corner. She closed her eyes—

The lab door opened and her eyes shot back open. The lights flickered on and she covered her eyes. When her eyes adjusted to the light did she look at the person who entered. The man was old and balding. He wore a white coat like the other scientist did and his eyes betrayed his shock to see her.

"What are you doing here, child?" he asked her.

She just stared at him not sure if he meant her harm or not.

"Who are you?" he asked. He knelt in front of the cage. "What is your name?"

She crawled to the door of the cage and tapped the label.

"That can't be your name," he said and he started working something on the lock. "Are you sure you don't have a name?"

She just sat there and tilted her head with a confused face.

"I'll take that as a no," he stepped back and the door swung open. "Come out."

"I can't," she said and scuttled to the back of the cage with fearful eyes. "He'll hurt me if I get out."

"Who will?"

She pointed to the open lab door. He turned and said, "Hello, Professor Jackal."

"Professor Yamamora," the scientist the child feared strode toward the cage. "Might I ask why you're in my lab without permission?"

"You've been keeping quite a few secrets from Cronos," Yamamora said and indicated the child. "Why do you have a child in a cage labeled Lost Number Zero?"

"It is none of your concern," Jackal pulled out a gun and aimed it at Yamamora, "and it is a secret that'll get you killed."

Lost Number Zero rushed out of the cage and knocked Yamamora down before Jackal pulled the trigger. Then she knocked the gun out of Jackal's hand and bit him. He threw her against the wall several times before she let go, but Yamamora had enough time call for back up on the lab comm.

"No!" Jackal tried to get to him and was attacked again by Lost Number Zero. She didn't know what Yamamora said, but whatever he said put the fear of God into Jackal. He was almost hysterical by the time uniformed men came in and seized him by the arms. Another man pried Lost Number Zero off of Jackal and held her above the ground with her arms pinned behind her back.

"You can put her down, Razzel," said Yamamora. "She won't harm anyone."

"You sure about that, sir?" Razzel said and let the girl go. "She looked like she was about to tear his head off."

"She had every right to do so. Put him in a holding cell and Razzel take the girl to the infirmary."

Razzel led Lost Number Zero out of the lad and down a very long hallway. She looked around curiously for she had never been outside the lab before. The Zoanoid led her to a metallic door that opened after he pressed a button with an arrow pointing up. He ushered her in the small room and pressed another button with a number. The room lurched and she felt like she was going up.

"W-what is this?" she asked holding onto the railing to her left.

"Are you telling me you've never been in an elevator before?" Razzel appeared to be appalled by this. "How long did Jackal keep you in that cage?"

"I've always been in the cage," she told him once she got use to the gentle vibrations of the elevator and the upward moving feeling.

"You have been neglected, kiddo," he told her and the elevator stopped. The doors opened and he ushered her out onto a hall with several scientists and soldiers roaming the hall. "Hey, Henderson! You got a minute or more?"

A scientist looked over to Razzel and said, "Sure, what can I do?"

"Professor Yamamora found this kid stuck in a cage in Professor Jackal's lab," Razzel explained and patted Lost Number Zero on the back. "He told me to bring her up here."

"This ward is empty," Henderson pointed to the white room behind him. "She can wait in there until I get done with my current patient."

"Come on, kiddo," Razzel led her into the ward and put her on the hospital bed. "Henderson will take good care of you until I get back, okay?"

"Okay," she said and looked down at the bed. "What's this?"

"What?" he asked looking appalled again.

"This thing I'm setting on. What is it?"

"It's a bed. People lay down on it and go to sleep on it." What the hell! She's never seen a bed before?

"What about this?" she held up the pillow and folded it in half.

"That's a pillow. You put your head on it when you're sleeping." She doesn't even know what a pillow is? "I have to go now, kiddo. I'll come back to check on you in a little bit, okay?"

"Okay," she laid the pillow back down and watched him leave the ward. She could tell he was very uncomfortable by her questions. She could tell that everyone knew what everything was except her. At least she knew that she was a Lost Number, a failed Zoanoid model. A complete failure. A freak of nature. Unwanted by anyone in any sense or situation.

Just then she felt something. It felt like a force; a force so intense that she felt like something hard and heavy hit her between the eyes. The ward door opened and a man entered. He was tall, well built, and in her opinion very cute. He had wavy brown hair that reached past his chin and his ears were pointed. In the center of his forehead a gem no bigger than her thumb was visible. His face and dark eyes showed he meant her no harm and she sensed something unfamiliar radiating from him. He walked over to her bed and sat next to her.

"Hello," he said to her in a gentle voice. "My name is Sin Rubeo Amniculus."

She stared at him for a brief five seconds before she said in a small voice, "H-hello…" It was awkward for her since she never heard or said that word before.

"I'm one of the directors of Cronos," he continued with a gentle smile. "We have heard from Professor Yamamora what happened to you. We, the directors, will sort it all out, and Cronos will take good care of you in the mean time."