"I have seen things you wouldn't believe! I have lost things you will never understand!" -11th Doctor; Doctor Who

4 Years Earlier

The sirens in the building were going off. Staff members were running, trying to gather as much data and information as they could before fleeing. What else were they supposed to do? A loud explosion could be heard, powerful enough to make the building shake and cracks to split the walls and ceiling. The staff members continued running, hoping to get as far away as possible. Another explosion, only closer. Security guards—those who were brave enough to stay—shoved their way through the crowds of running people, standing at the entrance of each hallway, their guns aimed in the direction the explosions were coming from. Another explosion rang out; smoke billowed out, debris raining down heavily. When it cleared, a figure appeared, looking at the security guards in such a way that made them flinch.

The guns stayed aimed at the figure, though it hadn't gone unnoticed that the guns were trembling minutely from the guards' fear. When word had gone out that their experiment had escaped—rampaging throughout the compound—a panic had ensued. Anyone involved with the experiment's progress was aware of the strength of her power. What she had been doing, explosions here and there, were warnings. She was holding back.

"Project Gonzalez, stand down," one of the guards ordered, his voice trembling.

Their guns started violently shaking, startling the guards so intensely that they unconsciously let go. The guns flew up to the ceiling. Lifting one of her arms, the guards went flying with the slightest flick with her wrist. The sounds they made when they came into contact with their surroundings was almost sickening. Flicking her wrist again, the ceiling started cracking, chunks of it falling onto the ground. Waving her hand downward, the entire ceiling fell.

Gonzalez held her hand up again, stopping the dust and debris from coming in her direction. Curving upward, as if some invisible shield was surrounding her, the debris from the collapsed ceiling settled close to a foot away from where Gonzalez stood. Sending out a wave of energy, she checked the guards' bodies to make sure they weren't still alive. When she detected a faint heartbeat from one closest to her, she found a piece of broken glass from the broken overhead lights and stabbed it through his body. Gonzalez didn't want a single soul left. Turning, she left.

For eight years, Gonzalez had been in the mercy of countless scientists and doctors, getting poked and prodded, being forced to endure experiments no person—human or otherwise—should be forced to go through. All Gonzalez wanted was for them to pay for what they did to her. For everything they intended to do afterward.

She was going to make sure every single one of the bastards who kept her in the compound understood just how thoroughly pissed she felt. Gonzalez was going to make sure of that.

Present Day

"Mae, how's Mackenzie doing?" Looking up from her work, Mae smiled. Ashe, one of Mae's coworkers, stood near her desk, a smile on her face. Mae—or Billie Mae, as her full name went—lived in Georgia with her four-year-old daughter, Mackenzie, with Mae working as a receptionist. Being a receptionist wouldn't have been Mae's first choice as a job, but it was the best one she could get. Not to mention that, after some hardships and having to take care of a newborn, Mae knew she'd have to figure something out quick if either of them were going to survive.

"She's doing good, Ashe," Mae replied, "thanks for asking."

"I heard from Kendall that Mac turned four last week." Ashe hopped up and sat on Mae's desk. Needless to say, it irritated Mae a little. It wasn't that she didn't get along with Ashe—things were good but professional between them—it was just Mae didn't really like Ashe's company a majority of the time.

"Yeah, Mac's four now." Mae tried keeping her tone light but curt, hoping—praying—Ashe would get the memo.

"What'd you do for her birthday?" Ashe asked.

"Had a mini celebration," she responded. "Look as much as I'd like to talk about my daughter, I'd like to get my work done."

As polite as Mae was being, she was really holding herself back. Thankfully, Ashe was sitting at an angle that wouldn't allow her to see Mae's computer screen flickering, showing the strain Mae was enduring to stop herself from losing her temper. During most days, Mae managed to keep herself under control, but for some reason, she just had an awful feeling boiling inside of her and it was making her restless and a little irritable.

"You're always working, Mae," Ashe exclaimed. "You need to get out more, girl. You're young! Go have fun."

Mae's shoulders tensed, her body feeling as if it were about to snap. "If I didn't have a four-year-old at home to take care of, I'd consider it," she responded, her voice tight. "Being a single mother has responsibilities, Ashe. I don't want my daughter getting any wrong ideas."

Right as Ashe was about to open her mouth, Mae's computer screen cracked, the sound—accompanied by some other sounds, similar to something short-circuiting—combined with the sound of the screen cracking, making both women jump.

"What the hell was that?" Ashe exclaimed.

"I don't know." Mae's voice was tight, holding back any other emotions that were trying to leak out. Without a moment's hesitation, Mae sent out a wave of energy, sending it into Ashe's subconscious. Pushing in instructions, Mae made sure to wipe out the little conversation they had and put in some false memories before sending Ashe on her way. It was the best Mae could do at the moment.

Once Ashe was out of sight, Mae stood up from her chair and stretched her lower back.

With the wave of her hand, she disabled the nearby security cameras before sending out a wave of energy to every person she'd come in contact with since starting her job. She'd get Mackenzie out of daycare, erase the memories of all the workers there, and then Mae and her daughter would have to leave.

(A/N):

Is anyone confused on this chapter? If you are PM me or leave a review and I'll clear it up as soon as possible. Otherwise, tell me what you think of this first chapter. What do you think of the character[s] so far? Leave some constructive criticism if you think it's needed.

MCU isn't mine.

Happy holidays, everybody!

Thanks.

Kaia Milligan