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A single cry erupted from deep inside the Davenport house, the head of the household, Donald, groaned, and rolled deeper into his sleep. Something he'd regret for a very long time. Unknowingly to him someone had disconnected the power to the house shutting down, the system protecting the house. The masked man entered the house silently through an unlocked window, creeping up the stairs he soon spotted his targets. Two little babies lay quietly sleeping in a crib, the oldest appearing to be a year old, the second appeared to be three 3 months. The man smiled evilly, taking the two into his arms, the oldest crying at the stranger's touch. Then he was gone, disappearing into the night, without a single witness.
Taking the two to an abandoned warehouse, he smiled evilly, many scary needles and tools hung along the walls. He'd start with the oldest, as his bones were more developed than the girl's, setting her aside, he reached for a rather large needle filled with a silver colored liquid. The child's scream pierced the air as the needle entered his neck.
The man who took the children while they slept inside their beds was know as Victor Krane. His intent was to turn the two into super weapons, to use or sell, for his own greed. As well as test the dangerous and painful, mutations, before subjecting himself to them.
5 YEARS LATER
The children lacked names, and were kept chained to the wall, the boy more than the girl. Krane opened the door to their shared cell, reaching for the boy for his daily tests. He was quite surprised when the boy pushed him onto the wall and held him there, "Go! Go!" He shouted to the girl the very few words he knew, she took of like a jet from the cell leaving behind the shackles the boy had broke the night before.
She kept running as fast as she could until she collided with something. A car, a moving car, the speed the car was going at along with her own speed sent her flying head first into a tree. Her head and shoulders going clean through the tree, a panicked couple stepped from their car and ran to the unconscious girl. The woman contacted the paramedics while her husband examined the girl. She looked as if she'd spent her whole life in captivity, her skin was yellow due to lack of sunshine. Shackle marks lined her wrist, ankles, and neck, there were bruises all around her body. What ever this child had been through, it had been going on for a long time.
The paramedics arrived...