Disclaimer: All characters (except Amarah and some others) and locations are property of Stan Lee and Marvel.
Author´s Note: So, I have been working in this story for a while but just decided to go ahead and posted it. Several chapters are already complete but I would like to see what you think about this kind of prologue and then I will post the chapters, one at time. Thank you and let me know if I should post the story.
Prologue
How had all this started? She was not sure she knew the answer, or maybe there had been a time when she knew it but she seemed to have forgotten it, or maybe they had made her forget it over time. She knows her name, her last name and her age, but even so, she changes them continuously in order to survive.
Her current name was Karla, the one a month before had been Anahi, the previous year had been Emma, but her real name was Amarah and she was one of the few survivors of Hydra's experiments. How many there was like her? She was not sure she knew it, but it was not very likely that there were several. She herself had witnessed the death of most of them; the pain, the cries and laments were the protagonists of all her nightmares.
In them, everything she saw was not very different from what was happening in the real world; people dying, men, women and children, all used as animals to experiment. There were no distinctions by age, gender or condition. It made no difference to them if some of the women who were in the lab were pregnant. They used the fetuses in the same way and sometimes waited for the baby to be born to experiment with it.
The world of her dreams and in which she lived day by day was crazy and nobody could stop it.
Or at least that was what she believed, until people appeared who managed to save it, who managed to save her. They discovered everything Hydra did, the scientists and gifted people who worked for them, the weapons they had made and all the viruses they had designed.
In the process of salvation, many more people died, no one managed to escape the evil that was there, no one except her. With just seventeen years, she became the first person to survive the experiments and escape from one of the bases.
She ran without looking back, fighting for her freedom and for her life. She came to the outskirts of what she thought was the city because she was not sure how much things had changed. The last time she had seen the light of day she was only ten years old. She was walking in the park with her mother when an explosion happened, everything happened very fast and the memories she has of that moment are blurred. Perhaps because of the passing of the years or because of the experiments they carried out on her. The next thing she remembered was waking up in a dirty, dark room, on a mat on the floor and with her hands and feet tied. From that moment, everything became pain and loneliness for her.
When she began to tour the city, she realized that the world was not as she remembered it. While there was nothing worse than what she had experienced, she was surprised to learn that, similarly, what she called the good people also used weapons to attack the others, there were also scientists who experimented and there were also substances that had been created for them.
She had a hard time adapting to the new society; it was not easy not to get scared when she heard a noise or when someone walked very close behind her. The nightmares were still present, every night without fail. But she also discovered good things and people who changed her life; some of them are still present and some are part of her memories. She owes each of them something, but above all, she owes them her freedom and the opportunity to live. She does not care if she has to do it hiding, for the first time in her life she feels free, she has people who love her and reasons to fight.
Nor does it matter what the future holds or what happened in her past, she is willing to live without caring about the risks.
She is Amarah Stark and this is her story.