A/N: I've had this idea floating around my head for a while, so I put my fingers on the keyboard on a boring weekend and once I typed, I couldn't stop. Here's what I have in store for you. I hope you like it.

Prologue

Liz's POV

There was triumph. There was fear. There was panic. Tears welled in my eyes as my legs disobeyed my orders for the umpteenth time. I sobbed, realizing I would never get out of here. They would come back for me and drag me back to oblivion.

The sight before me was truly chaotic. The explosion had blown up the south wing of the facility, foundations of the building were scattered around like puzzle pieces, dust and ashes were floating around, blocking the eyesight, suffocating the lungs. The alarm blared around us like crazy. A robotic voice announced 'Code Blue' over and over again from the speakers.

I choked back a sob when I saw one of my closest friends got captured. A nurse injected her with sedative while a guard held her in place. Before she fell unconscious, she mouthed, "Save yourself."

"Sherry…" I whispered, reaching my arm out to her. I wanted to grab her so we could escape together. Alas, I didn't have rubber substance on my DNA that made me stretchable to reach out to her, nor did I have super strength to carry her body.

My name was Elizabeth Marie Swan, daughter of Charlie Swan and Renée Swan (I supposed it was Higgenbotham from now on because they were divorced). Please, call me Liz. Actually, you could call me any name you like, as long as it was not my full first name, not a curse word, and still somehow associated with Elizabeth. People close to my heart called me with their own nicknames.

"What do you think you're doing, Miss Swan? This is such a foolish thing to do. I demand you to return to your room."

I staggered back a few steps, recognizing that familiar voice. It sounded soft and compassionate from the outside, but I knew better. I could hear the sinister hint in his voice anywhere.

"No," I objected. "You're trapped inside my mind. I control you now, not the other way around like it usually was."

The voice in my mind let out a heavy sigh. "I am truly disappointed in you, Elizabeth. I have always thought you were the most obedient patient here."

"Don't ever call me Elizabeth," I growled before getting the doctor's mind out of my head.

He knew about my position now that I have set him free. Stumbling once, I ran for the line of trees ahead of me. Lots of escapees headed that way. My choices were either to hide in the bushes, climb up a tree, look for a friend, or run without direction inside the forest.

When I was three, my parents got divorced and my mom left Forks. Dad told me about it since I had no recollection of it happening whatsoever.

Peculiar things started to happen when I was four. There was a boy making fun of my hair, I remembered feeling very angry toward him, I remembered hearing another voice in my head and noticed that it sounded similar to the boy's voice. The next thing I knew, we were both on the ground. I was crying, begging something (or someone) to stop, while the boy laid there, paralyzed.

When I was five, I was taken away from my childhood life in Forks, Washington. I was submitted to an orphanage in Seattle. Another incident happened, which brought me to this place.

The government owned this… prison. It was made for people with special abilities. Those who were trained long enough became some sort of reinforcement for the military. Those who didn't want to serve the country would be executed immediately, because they were considered dangerous.

My eyes were used to the darkness during the time spent in the facility. Unfortunately, it didn't keep me from tripping on a tree root. Lucky for me, the earth was damp from yesterday's rain, so the fall didn't hurt me that much. I made an attempt to get up, but a hand suddenly grabbed my ankle, preventing my action from happening.

I turned around and gasped. It was one of the male nurses! I was done for. He gagged my mouth, but I still screamed anyway. It was useless. I tried wriggling out of his grasp. No such luck. He was way too strong for me. I focused on his mind, then, trying to trap it inside my head.

"I'll take it from here," a gruff voice ordered before I had a grip on the nurse's mind. My concentration immediately went out the window. "You can search for others."

"Aye aye," my captor replied, handing me to his colleague like I was just another inanimate object.

As soon as the nurse was gone, a more familiar voice chuckled behind me. I sighed in relief. "Zeke, you scared the crap out of me."

"I bet. You looked like you're shitting yourself for a minute there." His green eyes had a glint of mischievousness as he flashed me a smartass smile. Fuck him and his shape-shifting abilities.

I punched his shoulder playfully. "Shut the fuck up, will you? We still have an army to run from."

"Race you to freedom?" he proposed. I nodded.

My name was Elizabeth Marie Swan, I had the ability to imprison people in my head, and I was running from the people who had imprisoned my body, soul, and mind for twelve and a half fucking years.

Along with others who were just as special as me.

A/N: Are you confused yet? Don't hesitate to write me a review and ask me a question or two. I'd be happy to answer. I'm not sure when I would update, though, because I had to pick between moving back to the past (planning for the escape, etc.) and moving forward. For those of you who might be wondering if Liz knows Bella, the answer is no, Liz doesn't know Bella, yet.