This is my first fanfiction. Hope u like it.Danny comes in the second chapter.

Chapter 1: Experiment

"Sasha"

"Sasha!"

"SASHA!"

Oh god, Ann had a bad dream again, I thought, as I slowly got up off my cot. Standing next to me was Ann, in her black jumpsuit.

"What's wrong this time Ann?", I asked with a noticible amount of grumpiness in my voice. This was the third time this week she had woken me up.

"Don't you remeber! The test today! You need to be ready for the test! They should be coming for you in about...," Ann took a quick glance at her watch. " Five minutes! You need to get ready for the test in five minutes!"

I sat up quickly. The agents would be pissed off if I wasn't ready for the test. I shoved the flimsy sheets back on my bed and ran into the small bathroom that Ann and I shared. I quickly brushed my hair and my teeth, and changed into my own black jumpsuit. It seems that black jumpsuits are all you wear when you're basically a test rat for the U.S. Government. But I'll tell you that story later.

Finally, I ran out just as an agent walked into the room. Well, at least I was ready.

"Ready?" he asked me.

"Does it look like it?" I said. He motioned for me to follow him. I gave Ann a quick smile before I left the room. She gave me thumbs up. I turned around and followed the agent down a series of confusing halways into an elevator. He pressed the button for the fifth floor and we started up. I figured that we were going to Doctor Herbell, the Dr. Frankenstien of the U.S. Government. Grrreeeeeaaaat. Just what I needed. An injection of crazy.

The doors of the elevator opened, and standing before me was Doctor Herbell. The agent shoved me out, and shut the doors behind me. I rubbed my arm, and looked at Dr. Herbell. He looked at me and shrugged. He walked off and I followed him. He started to speak.

"This experiment is for a new kind of power. It will be injected into your wrists, and you will be asleep while this process is going on. After this is over, you will be monitored for any kinds of changes for a month. If nothing happens, you will be put into adoption, and sent to a good home."

I flipped out. Adoption! Every kid who is being tested in here dreams of being adopted and not having to be tested every day! I have always wanted to be in a real family, with a real brother and a sister. It's a lifelong dream for me.

We came to the end of the hallway, and Dr. Herbell walked into a side room. I followed him, and he tapped a metal table in the center. I hopped on and layed down. He grabbed my arm and srabbed an I.V. needle into my arm.

"Jesus, could you be a little more gentle next time!" I told him.

"Sure," he assured me while grabbing my other arm. He took another needle and stabbed it into my arm.

"Thanks," I muttered. After he was finished, he took two thin patches off of the table and pointed to my forehead.

"Sedative." Oh. He wanted to put the patches on me so he could get the test started. I pushed the hair off my forehead and he slapped the patches on. I felt the effects quickly and I slipped into a deep sleep. Little did I know that I was getting myself into a big mess.

But I would find out soon enough.

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