This would be my very first fanfic so I do hope you enjoy. :)

Chapter 1

There was a horrible shining light above her, making her go temporarily blind. She squinted her eyes and titled her head to the side, clearly thinking it was sunlight that she needed to shield her eyes from. The girl rolled over onto her side, groaning loudly and reaching her hand down to pull the covers up over her, only... there were no blankets.

She opened her eyes, sitting up slowly and scanning the white table that she was placed upon. She narrowed her eyebrows, unable to think straight. "Where the hell am I?" she asked herself, turning her head from left to right, now taking in the surrounding of the large room. It was all white, and had absolutely no color at all. The gown that she wore matched the room, and she couldn't help noticing a few punctured holes in her arm.

She slid off of the platform, landing on her flat feet. The floor was cold, and was polished enough that it showed her reflection. She had long blonde hair and ice-blue eyes, with a slender face and rosey cheeks. Her skin was a healthy shade of apricot, and her body was in excellent shape as well. She only had one question about this strange girl: Who was she?

She couldn't even remember her own name, nor her age. How was she suppose to figure things out if she didn't even know the basic info about herself?

She wondered the room, though she could barely even walk. She limped herself towards one of the walls that sported a mirror. She could see herself more clearly, and titled her head towards the side, revealing her neck. Three medium-small slits were mounted in the middle of her neck. Raw, red skin surrounded the slits, but it only felt natural. She lifted her hand and let her dainty fingers touch them. She gasped and jerked her hand away. They were sensitve, a little too sensitive. But it felt good when she touched them, as if they were there for a type of sensual pleasure. She shuddered as her fingers touched them again, fluttering her eyes shut, and letting her breath become shaky.

There was a flash of red, orange, and yellow. She saw it quite clearly. Three large, skinny, hill-like figures of red, orange, and yellow. If she looked more closely, there were fingerprint patterns. Lines and swirls were planted on them, as if they were fingers. She opened her eyes, and they were gone. She noticed that her hand still rested on her neck, her pointer, middle, and ring finger resting on the slits. She took her hand away and stared at it. She looked back at the mirror, tilting her head to the side and staring at her slits. She closed her eyes again, now seeing nothing but shades of blue and purple. It was all either too dark, or too light. She couldn't decide, but the colors were faint.

She bit her bottom lip to think about things, but only to be met with a sharp pain and the taste of blood. She swiped her tongue over her lip, the blood tasting... sweet. She then swiped her tongue over her top and bottom row of teeth. They were sharp, sharper than razors. Since when could her teeth peirce through skin so easily?

She opened her eyes, looking back into the mirror.

A white room. A large mirror. Isolation. Two-way.

She placed her hands on the thin glass, trying to peer through and see if anybody was on the other side. She started banging on the glass, gently at first, but as she grew impatient, the harder the blows were. She cupped her right hand, fingers spread apart, stiff, and she tried slashing the thing. It left thin scratch marks on the glass, but it didn't do much damage.

She rested the top of her head on the glass, and started thrashing her head upon it. She knew it would scalp her head, she knew she would get cuts and glass stuck in her scalp, but she needed to get out. When she failed, she closed her eyes in an attempt to cry, but only met with her "heat vision".

She sighed, but thought about using it to help her. She could see through this glass, but no one was on the other side. There were lights, and a mug releasing hot steam. Almost everything was a shade of blue though, and almost everything looks exactly the same.

A loud growl roused from her throat, and she thrashed onto the glass one more time. Loud growls, loud snarls, a sound that was not her's, but yet it emitted from her throat and mouth. Hisses even, hisses like a snake. Her confusion only made her even more desperate to get out. She banged and scratched at the two-way mirror, even hitting her head against the glass once again, though it started to give her a splitting head ache.

She shrieked in frustration, heading back towards the table. She knocked it over due to her anger, and picked it up. Surprisingly it was light, as if she had became stronger. the thought dind't stay long though as she threw the table behind her.

The young female paused when she heard a loud crash. She looked back behind her, letting a few strands of hair fall into her face. The glass was broken, completely broken, and the table hang half way into the other room. She limply stepped over the glass shards that layed sprawled on the floor. She crawled over the ledge, getting cuts on her legs and hands, but the pain was only minor.

It was a surveilance room. TV's that held the sight of camers were everywhere. They gave view of hallways, lab rooms, and a lobby. No one was in sight though, which worried her. She continued walking around the small room, brushing her fingertips over the technology and desks. A clipboard caught her attention, with a picture of a young woman with long blonde hair. She picked up the clipboard, attempting to read it. At first she forgot how to read, and all the letters that were mounted on these papers meant nothing to her, just little squiggles. But thankfully she managed to read the top page, the only page she could read.

NAME: Everlyn (Ever) Nichole June

AGE: 20

SEX: Female

DESCRIPTION: Long blonde hair, apricot skin, blue eyes, average weight, average height, scar running from her abdomen to lower leg.

BLOOD TYPE: O

That was all she could read. Reading the rest only gave her headaches, and she couldn't make out the squibbles.

'So my name is Everlyn? I'm guessing that I'm most often called Ever...' she thought. 'And I'm 20? I look... younger... I believe.'

She shook her head and turned around to face the door. She had to find a way out of here, and her first steps of freedom just had to be through that door. She had to hurry though, in case anyone spots her. As she made her way towards the door, she missed the big clue on the TV screen. One room was a disaster, blood stains on the walls, floors, and ceilings. Human carcasses were set abuot everywhere, all wearing lab coats. Something crawled over towards the camera, opening it's mouth to release a long, slender tongue. That was the last thing you could see before the TV went fuzzy. But Ever was already out the door by then, out on her quest to find out where she came from, and find out what the hell is going on here...

((I hope it's okay for the first chapter. Chapter 2 will be up soon, and hopefully it's gonna be better than Chapter 1, but you're gonna have to read it to find out, won't you? ;D))