The harsh kicks to my abdomen were becoming stronger as I lay on the floor of the alley. Blood poured out of my mouth as the assailant grunted each time his boot made contact with my body. I hadn't even tried to fight the man off, he was too burly so he easily overpowered me. The pounding in my head was overwhelming after I had fallen to the cobbled ground when I was pushed.

"You had enough, you little bitch?" The man growled, finally stopping his assault on my stomach.

"Please." I coughed as blood made it's way up my throat. "No more."

"Sorry, didn't catch that." The man grabbed my forearm and hauled me up from the ground, making me look into his eyes. "What did you say?"

"Please." I repeated, tears trickling down my cheeks. "Just let me go."

"No, I think I want one more thing before I leave." The man smirked, his free hand reaching down to his belt.

Panic consumed my entire being as the man fiddled with the button on his jeans. I began to hyperventilate when I was pushed against the wall and that's when it happened. I snapped. My hands reached out and grabbed the man's neck. It slowly started to turn from pink to blue. My attacker began to choke as I gripped his neck tightly, the skin becoming completely encased in ice. When I let go, he dropped to the floor, stone cold dead.

"Asshole." I spat my blood at him and stepped over his corpse, walking out of the alley.

The pain in my stomach burned heavily. I snuck my hand underneath my shirt to cool down the sensation, feeling slight relief as the pain eased momentarily.

"Miss, are you okay?" A Department of United Protection officer confronted me as I stopped on the sidewalk.

"Yes, I'm fine." I nodded, trying to get him to go away.

"You don't look it." The officer continued.

"I'm fine." I repeated, getting annoyed.

"Miss, are you sure you don't want me to call an ambulance?" The officer's infuriating voice made me snap again.

"Go away!" I yelled and grabbed his arm, feeling my power surging through my hands and into his bones, watching the limb go completely blue before cracking and dropping to the floor, shattering into pieces.

"Oh my god." A civilian gasped.

"Get on the ground!" Another officer commanded, and before I had time to run, I was tackled to the floor.

My head bounced off the sidewalk and restraints were fixed onto my hands. I slumped forward as the officers forced me upwards, having no energy in me to fight them off.


"Anna Korova." A red haired woman approached me as I sat in a glass cell. The restraints were still firmly set on my hands, preventing me from even flexing my fingers. "Sixteen years old. Dropped out of high school. Family disowned you. No friends. My, you live an interesting life."

"I was laying low." I muttered, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, that definitely didn't work out." The woman laughed. "My name is Brooke Augustine. Welcome to Curdun Cay."

"Go to hell." I spat.

"You're already here." Brooke smirked. "Now, why don't you tell me why you amputated the arm of one of my officers?"

"I'm not telling you anything." I snapped, itching to move my hair away from my face.

"You can tell me, or you can die." Brooke shrugged.

My head was forced back into the chair and two rods came at me. I struggled in the constraints, having no power to prevent the ignited metal enter my neck and burn my veins.

"Stop!" I screamed. "Please!"

"Will you tell me?" Brooke raised an eyebrow.

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to cool myself down but I couldn't channel my powers. Tears flowed down my cheeks and my legs were shaking violently. The pain was killing me.

"Yes!" I cried.

The rods were yanked out of my neck, causing me to shriek in agony. My throat was on fire and I struggled to breathe properly.

"Now tell me." Brooke said calmly.

"I was unstable." I panted. "Attacked in an alleyway. Your officer was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Thank you." Brooke nodded, knowing that's all she could get out of me.


That night, I wish I hadn't walked into the alley. I could have avoided being locked up and tested on against my will. For six years, that woman tortured me with burning hot devices, cancelling out my power. She almost killed me on a few occasions. I met three other conduits in Curdun Cay. Hank, a convict with the power of smoke. Fetch, a junkie who had neon. And Eugene, a student, who had video manipulation. They were tortured by Brooke too, but in different ways.

Today, we were being transferred to another prison, one with more security and more torture devices. It was hardly luck, but as we were loaded onto the transport bus, I saw Hank chewing on something. I furrowed my eyebrows as he smirked at us before producing a bent paperclip from between his teeth. The man was a genius!


Okay, I got the idea to make this after reading a couple similar fanfictions. So, this is the story of Anna Korova. She has the power of ice and this will be a Eugene/OC, because he's my little cupcake and I love him to death and he deserves some lady loving! This is not much of a chapter, but the next chapter will be set in the Second Son timeline as this chapter was just to tell you about Anna's power, how she got to Curdun Cay and what happened there. I hope you enjoy and please review!