PROLOGUE

Cold hands is all I've ever known. White rooms and hospital beds, needles and medicine and doctors and pain painpainpain. I was born just like anyone else. I grew in my mother's womb like normal. And apparently I even had a family for a couple years. There had been nothing wrong with me… till there was. They say I was two and a half when my mother signed me away to be a lab rat and when I ask why, they give me a pitied look and say they don't know. But they know. They know.

I was allowed to ask questions before the pain started, because I didn't know what questions to ask. They told me I was going to be special and I always smiled, thinking special was like a pretty princess with long flowing hair or a fairy with soft, fluttering wings. It was what they read me in books and those books always talked about how special they were and that's what they made me believe.

But that was before the pain started. When I thought their smiles were warm and caring, because that's all I knew. It was hard to convince a little girl that this is what pretty princesses went through. Shots after shots and cups after cups of medicine began and my body started changing, and I learned what questions to ask. Why? whywhywhywhy and that was right after I turned five. Their smiles turned cold and I lost my books about princesses and fairies. I lost everything.

Now I've been cut open, unconscious or not. I've taken medicine in the form of shots, liquids, and pills. They beat, suffocated, drowned, tortured, and then trained me. All in the name to see how far they can go before they kill me.

Well. I'm still here, but I'm not sure for how much longer. I wish I could die, but… those are selfish thoughts. I don't deserve that kind of freedom and I should be punished for thinking I do. I'm a monster and yet Dr Henders keeps giving me gifts… gifts of superstrength, mind reading, x-ray vision, heightened hearing, and self defense. And more gifts are popping up everyday.

I don't know how they do it, how they give me these powers. But How and Why where possibly my first right questions and that's when they started giving me medicine to make me… forget. But thanks to the crap they've loaded me up with, it eventually goes away. They're working on fixing it, but it's been a setback for a while now.

However in this particular room I'm in is safe. I sit in the corner of this room, my knees to my forehead. My mental powers are turned off here. My mind is quiet with nothing but my thoughts. When my eyes are open, I see nothing but my perfectly white room. My moments in here are bliss, when my mind doesn't have to scream Evelyn so I remember who I am with everyone's voices in my head or I don't think so hard and look into the next room, and doing everything at once gives me a mind-splitting headache.

But it always ends too quickly. My door makes a clicking noise as it opens and in steps doctors in whitecoats to take me away again.

"Evelyn?" a voice asks softly, soothing. One of them.

Only, they're not one of them. I look up and meet the brown eyes of a tan face and they're not my doctors. I swallowed, torn between relief and terror. Who are they? Hallucinations, new doctors?

"Evelyn, we're not here to hurt you." He says, in the same soothing tone. It's low and careful, to keep me calm I suppose... I'm not sure it's working. He takes a step in, hands up in a surrender pose. "My name is Bruce. My friends and I are here to get you out."