Secret Weapon Testing

The teenage boy is roughly shoved into the small concrete chamber. With a thunderous ka- CLANG, the metal door slammed shut behind him. Timothy Bradley, age 14, Prisoner #894436 shivered in the cold air.

"The fuck is this place?", the red haired lad muttered to himself as he looked around, his arms wrapped tightly around his chest. The guards had stripped him naked before locking him in the room, leaving him exposed to the icy winter air. Snow wafted in and piled underneath a small open window covered by iron bars. There were unidentifiable stains on the cracked and chipped concrete floor.

Suddenly, he heard the door swing open, then close. He twirled around and ran up to the door, banging on it.
"Get me the fuck out of here you bastards", he yelled in frustration.
"At least get me my-yEOUCH!" he exclaimed as he doubled over in pain. Timothy looked down and saw a gash on his stomach. Blood dripped down onto the floor. He turned around and saw a young girl standing by herself in the middle of the room.

"Did you do this?" he asked, anger creeping into his voice. The girl remained silent, just staring at him with a blank expression.
Timothy walked toward her, snarling "Listen, you little brat, I'm gonna tea-". Before he could finish his threat, Timothy's body abruptly broke apart into bloody chunks. His internal organs splashed onto the floor, his intestines, kidneys, stomach and lungs steaming in the cold winter air. His head floated in the air, spinal column dangling from his neck stump. Timothy's jaw dropped and his emerald green eyes darting around, wide in horror. The little girl poked around Timothy's body chunks, finding little of interest. She had killed over a hundred prisoners just like this one by now, and had gotten quite efficient at it.

The little girl walked past the floating head, and with her loss of interest, the head dropped to the floor. It bounced once and rolled until it nudged up against the boy's dismembered chest.
Timothy's eyes dulled as he died, still in shock.

"Good job, Tina! Here's a gold star!", the lead scientist congratulated the little girl. The girl looked up at the scientist and beamed, basking in the attention. "Now, next week we'll start getting you to do multiple targets at once. Do well, and we'll get you some nice cake for desserts". Tina smiled happily, and hugged the scientist.