What have you done?

15 years previously, department of defense lab, under contract nugen technologies.

The specimen was strapped to the table. It had been obtained at a local hospital where it had been admitted after sustaining injuries in a car accident. The doctor at the hospital ran some tests which came back with such unusual readings that he called the findings in. first the center for disease control showed up then the men in black did. The specimen, or patient as the doctor referred to her. Was taken into custody and the doctor mysteriously met with an accident.

The specimen was transferred to a secret underground lab to undergo tests. Which is what led it to its current state.

She watched helplessly as they took measurements and blood samples and subjected her to all kinds of indignities they called science. She was nude strapped to that table. Her arms were akimbo to her side so they could take more samples and monitor her vitals. Her legs were in some sort of stirrups and bent so she couldn't lower them. They were also strapped down.

She was awake during all of these terrifying procedures. They didn't want to risk giving her something that could potentially be fatal. So they forced her to endure the degrading things they did to her body in silent terror. She screamed and begged them again, to no avail, when they pulled out the contraption they called a harvester.

They stood around her, five males by their built. All dressed in paper suits with matching face coverings. They discussed her attributes again like they always did. One of them caressed her breasts while she was in that vulnerable position. She whimpered and tried to pull away. The leader a man called holiday by the others held up the harvester.

It was a long tube resembling what looked like a metal vacuum cleaner hose. Holiday was talking as he leaned over her lower half. Was nothing sacred to these creatures?

"First subject sample, ovular harvest," said holiday. Then he inserted the tube and watched the screen to guide it to her ovaries. The camera on its tip showing her insides to him as he worked. She cried out again because the tube was thick and holiday was none to gentle in its use. She also cried because she had never been with a male and the intrusion hurt.

After a bit of moving the tube around inside her he pulled it slowly out of her. She sighed in relief glad it was out of her. He handed the tube to an assistant who rushed it over to the table in the room. Pulled out a huge needle and inserted it in the tube. The assistant pulled out some strange colored liquid and mixed it with some other liquid that they had already prepared. Then they sucked the mixture back into the harvester.

"Stage one complete, beginning stage two implantation" said holiday. He patted her awkwardly on the shoulder and then reinserted the tube in her. She cried out again and they emptied the tubes contents in her uterus. Some of the liquid would help it to adhere to the side until she could produce enough to hold it on its own. He withdrew the tube.

"Subject successfully implanted with material, beginning observation stage now," said holiday. They wheeled her back into the cell and gave her a paper gown to wear. They closed the door and released the bindings from outside the room somehow. She sat up quickly and grabbed the paper gown. Pulled it on quickly and climbed off the horrible exam table as they called it.

She sat on her bunk and cried. In a few weeks she was throwing up every morning, they gave her dry bread shaped into squares to eat. They watched her closely through the two-way glass. They even took samples of what she threw up. After a few months she felt it, the first flutter of life inside her.

She was with child, and then she wept when she realized that this had been done to her. For eight months they catered to her needs, every craving was met, catalogued and kept for later use. They foisted only a few more indignant tests on her. One to check to see if she was almost ready to give birth.

Two of the tests she hadn't minded at all, only the gel stuff had been annoying. The heartbeat monitor. Which allowed her to listen to her child's heartbeat and the ultrasound, which gave her a view of her child, while it was still inside of her. After the ultra sound they pronounced the child a girl and she worried her babe would suffer the same fate as her. She immediately ditched the male names she had chosen and instead focused on girls.

At eight months she felt the first stab of pain and grabbed the bedside to keep from falling. They had provided her with an emergency button near her bed. So she hit it when the second pains hit and fluid flooded the floor. They checked her several times and said she was not dilating so they were going to do a c-section.

Whatever that was, but the doctor argued that they could anesthetize the mother so they tried to have her naturally. It hurt and she screamed away the last of her dignity on that small table. They stuck her legs in the stirrups again and told her to push. Nine hours later her babe came into the world bawling her head off.

They whisked her to a small plastic bed and performed more tests. She held her arms out weakly in protest she wanted to hold her baby. They reluctantly allowed it and watched as she fed the infant from her breast. Cooing softly to it in her native tongue. "Your names' Denair" she said to it, she sang songs to it to put it to bed and fed and cared for it like any new mother.

They allowed her to have it for a year before they decided it was time to wean the child from its mother. They cruelly took her baby away from her, leaving her screaming for its loss. Then they repeated the harvesting all over again.

The child was placed on a special formula made from artificial supplements similar to its mother's milk and placed in with the other experimental children. The other children quickly became her friends. She wept for them when they had to under go tests and they wept for her when she went through the same.

To the human adults they were experiments nothing more. They didn't even have names for them. They called the girl six. She thought it was her name. She grew up in that environment, she learned that weeping was useless. Then they began teaching them stuff besides reading and writing. Things like how to take apart a sniper rifle, how to hide it in luggage.

Disguise class was fun as was hiding evidence and breaking and entering. Though they lost points if anything was broken. They taught them languages as many as they could find to teach them. Even the Gaelic her mother used was taught. Gymnastics and then came the fighting lessons. Martial arts several forms of them, armed and un armed. Close quarter combat and knife fighting. The use of every weapon they could get a hold of from bladed to projectile. She excelled at all of them. She was stronger and faster than the others and to some degrees a bit smarter too. At fourteen they finally showed her why they had taught her all this stuff. She was to be the perfect hit man; they gave her, her first assignment.

It was a boy the same age as her. He went to a boarding school in Switzerland. She never found out why they wanted him dead but she did do the job. Her handlers enrolled her at the school under a false name; she stayed for a week so she didn't look suspicious. She was to sign out for a holiday weekend and retrieve the bag.

It contained knifes and a set of gloves as well as something to dispose of them afterwards. She snuck into his room while he slept. The door lock was absurdly easy to bypass. She watched him sleep for a few minutes then covered his face with a pillow and slit his throat. She slowly removed the pillow and watched him gasp out his last breath. She touched his blood it was a deep red color, it fascinated her because hers was closer to amber.

She exited the room and went to the security room. Pulled the tape for the floor and then killed the guard watching them. She dumped the tape in the bag and called her handlers. They took care of her clean up. She waited until they were done and then iced them according to orders. No witnesses that was the rule. She burned the vehicle and the evidence. Then hoped a flight home to the states.

It was her sixteenth birthday and she was coming home for it. There was a break in assignments so she wanted to visit family. That of course meant the people in the lab. Maybe it wasn't all nostalgia that drew her home. Maybe some of it was fate. She snuck in even though her security clearance would have let her walk right in. she wanted it to be more of a challenge. Besides she wanted to scare the piss out of holiday just as a joke. She approached the holding area silently security wasn't able to detect her so far. She heard a roar that vibrated the floor, literally.