Author's Note: So here is the first chapter of the rewrite for those of you who have read Secrets. Warning for gore and foul language ect. Enjoy and please review and tell me what you think.

They shaved her head and she watched helplessly as the locks of her own long brown hair tumbled to the perfectly sterilized linoleum in a farewell dance. It was a way to dehumanize in the eyes of both the scientist and herself but knowing did nothing to stop it from having its intended effect. She was held in place by two very large men as a third man worked, stripping her of not only her hair but her dignity. Deborah wanted to cry; it was the only part of her that wouldn't grow back, wouldn't regenerate as fast as the rest of her for the simple reason that hair wasn't technically alive. That didn't mean it was any less part of her though.

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"She's amazing isn't she?" The head doctor of the facility commented and even through the glass wall Deborah could hear his thick voice penetrating her eardrums. She pulled away bringing her knees to her chest and burying her face into her soft flesh all the while imaging the many sadistic deaths she would inflict upon the very man who spoke about her.

"Hmm." The other person agreed, this time a blonde woman with her hair primed into perfection. "What is she? She looks human."

"Doesn't she?" The man shrugged. "Nobody knows. As far as anyone can tell she's a mutation of us, perhaps somewhere in the chromosomes." Deborah shuttered feeling both of them observing her like two vultures waiting for her corpse to rot. "Look, she's already growing back her hair and it's only been a week since we shaved it off!"

"Amazing!" The female agreed. "Where ever did you find such a gem in this shit world?"

"Walking the streets, shopping of all things! I saw her get shot in the leg by some stray soldier and watched as she got up and walked away."

"Fascinating, Weyland will be pleased." The woman added. "How much can she take?" The man chuckled to her question as he turned his head and pushed up a pair of thick glasses back into place as they slipped down his nose.

"We're about to find out." He sneered and Deborah could hear the sinister intentions behind his words.

"Great, send me a detail report, oh and Marcus?"

"Yes?" He responded following her with his eyes as she began to walk out of the room her high heels clicking against the perfectly white linoleum.

"Don't tell Weyland the specifics of our experiments, report only to me." The blonde said her hand resting on the door frame as she gave a sickly smile.

"Why?" Dr. Marcus asked.

"Weyland wouldn't like what we're doing. He's into humane treatment of all of his specimens. Let him believe that this woman is a volunteer."

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Wicked black leather restraints held Deborah to a solid brink wall and she struggled against the bounds as if her very life depended upon the action in which it did. She felt sweat pouring down her limbs as the panic took control of her mind and she frantically strained her muscles to break the leather.

Just ten feet away from her bound body sat the long ominous snout of a horrid gun that looked like it belonged in the middle of a bloody corpse infested battle field. Sprawled in bright gold lettering across one of the many nozzles of the miniature gatling gun was "The Lucy" an obvious pet name.

"Fire soldier." Marcus, the man whom Deborah had come to loath said to a different man behind the powerful weapon that Deborah had never seen before. He looked to be a normally strong confident male dressed in a high ranking uniform but for the first time he faltered looking at the doctor as if he was purely insane. It was probably the first time in a very long time that the soldier actually looked human instead of being just another pawn.

"Sir?" He questioned turning his head to look once again at the bound helpless woman. Tears ran down her cheeks as she looked at him, pleading for her very life with her emerald green eyes. He didn't want to kill her, he wasn't a heartless monster. She shook her head slowly giving a slight whimper as she continued to beseech the man to help her.

"No, please god no! Don't do it please!" She whimpered and the soldier once again brought his attention back to the doctor who stood unfazed as if there wasn't a pathetic and half naked woman pleading for her life. The soldier ran a scarred hand across his short spiky blond hair in what appeared to be a common nervous habit.

"You have your orders soldier." Marcus commanded but the soldier once again stood his ground and for once questioned the authority that controlled him.

"With all due respect, sir." The soldier sneered. "I'm precisely that, a soldier, not your executioner that will murder a helpless woman strapped to a wall!"

"I'm pretty sure the safety of your daughter will change that thought of defiance." The doctor hissed and by the look on the soldier's face, Deborah knew that the doctor had won and she was doomed. "Plus," he continued. "She not exactly human anyway." The scientist finished and the soldier looked at her with an expression of pure grief, stricken upon his features and she nodded at him understanding his situation. It was either her or his family and she was certain that he would pick his family. Anybody would have made the same choice if given the situation and it wasn't a choice that Deborah could exactly respect but it was a decision that she couldn't hate the man for. She heard his footsteps as he walked behind the large gun. She opened her eyes and brought her head up to meet the newly dubbed executioner's eyes.

"I will do this." The soldier hissed as he turned his head to the doctor. "but if you ever threaten my family again, I will throw you in the tank with those black serpent things." He warned all seriousness tainting his face. He met Deborah's broken eyes once again and he sighed. "I'm sorry!" He whispered and even through the distance she caught his words.

"I understand." She muttered but her voice was devoid of all and any emotion, her eyes equally faded and dead. Deborah watched in utter terror as he placed his hand on the weapon, the screen on his side illuminating with the recognition of his genetic code, the blue light bathing the skin of his right arm. It would only recognize his DNA sequencing and for once the high ranking soldier wished that "Lucy" would fail him for the first time in his entire career of using "her".

"Lucy" awoke with a small hum as the barrel slowly began to rotate with a steady whir. Deborah couldn't close her eyes even if she had wanted to. Fear possessed her very mind and she whimpered despite herself. The soldier aimed with the targeting system feeling the beat of his heart similar to the first time he had killed but that was way back in the middle of the battlefield against another man aiming a standard issue military rifle at his body. Back then he didn't have a choice. It was kill or die, the equation to nature. This, on the other hand, was nothing like war. No. This was cold blooded murder no matter how you looked at it, even if she was human or not. Disgusting and as appalling as this act was, the soldier would make it as painless as possible; he would go straight for the heart.

There was a way out of this whole situation and Deborah knew it. The very thought was fleeting and tempting but she feared the consequences less she be caught if her escape plan failed. She dreaded the very thought of what would happen if the horrid doctor and his cohorts realized the other delightful secret she had been able to keep for the longest time. Deborah would escape eventually she knew it but it would need careful calculation and a devotion to patience. When she did finally escape her horror entrapment she would make sure to get everyone who had wronged her and destroy them in the most horrific way imaginable saving the good doctor, Marcus for last.

The ever faithful gun warmed up to operable conditions and the soldier took no time to commit the Devil's deed. He squeezed the pressure sensitive trigger and felt the gun kick with each release of her rapid fire. He wanted to close his eyes but found it better to watch his action first hand.

Deborah felt the thick bullets tear through her skin, flesh, and organs before she even heard the gun discharge. There wasn't even enough time for her to release the scream that had built up in her throat as the bullets entered her torso and exited the other side, painting the wall with her bright red blood. Her seemingly lifeless carcass fell to the ground as the restraints that held her wrist disintegrated against the excessive firepower.

The gun's barrel slowed and there was nothing but the ringing in the two men's ears as they stood in the silence. The doctor gave a delayed chuckle as he hastily pushed his glasses up his stub nose, his eyes wide from witnessing the horror that "Lucy" could do. The soldier on the other hand even at the age of twenty-six was a veteran to the horrid sights and sounds of the battle field. He let his head fall as the anger burned inside his mind and he spit with disgust at both his actions and the demented man who stood beside him. He turned to him briefly and with a killers glare the soldier spoke.

"I don't care what monsters we have in this facility, you're the worst out of all of them." He spat almost feeling the venom burn his tongue as he looked at the man with complete loathing. "I hope you get what coming to you for this and I beg that it's as slow and painful as you deserve!"

Deborah was aware of the two men talking, aware of the soldier hissing his hatred out upon that man whom she loathed more than possible for any human being. She felt the air enter her lungs and the pain of even existing tear through her entire body as her cells hastily replicated. At the moment, she wasn't entirely sure which hurt more; being shot with a heavy artillery mini gatling gun or the feeling every one of her cells going through the process of rapid regenerating and the many holes within her flesh sealing. She was lucky that the bullets went through her instead of embedding themselves deep within her bone and organs and she knew it. Now at least her body could heal without the irritation of having to remove the bits of lead from her muscle by hand.

Her fingers twitched briefly, testing her new found freedom but she dared not move more, less alert the Doctor that she was actually still in the world of the living. Deborah heard one of the men take a hesitant step towards her corpse but she kept her body slumped against the brick wall, holding her breath.

"Is she dead soldier?" Dr. Marcus asked as he took yet another step closer to her bloody body.

"Her chest looks like Swiss cheese. I'm pretty sure she's not living anymore. Which knowing what god awful tortures you probably had planned for that poor woman; it's probably for the best." The doctor continued to close the distance between her and him and she could practically hear his thick breathing but he still wasn't close enough.

"You shot her restraints off, soldier!" He accused but the soldier gave an irritated grunt not really caring about the clearly mental case doctor.

"Lucy's not known for her accuracy. She a spray and pray kinda girl." He muttered resting his hand upon the weapon.

Deborah continued to hold her breath feeling the presence of the doctor as he kneeled, nudging her sprawled leg with his foot. She could feel his eyes scrutinize her body and she struggled against the fire in her lungs as she fought to remain the perfect image of death.

"Damn." The doctor called out turning his head to give the soldier a brief glance. "I think she might actually be dead."

Deborah opened her eyes and watched as the doctor turned his body back to face her, his stubbly face only inches away from her grasp. His brown eyes met her own green eyes and his widened with fear as the realization of her being alive, struck him. Her lips curled in a feral yet wicked smile as she met his horrified face.

She knew she would enjoy this as she wretched her arm out grasping a hold of his perfectly white lab coat, pulling her broken body up to meet the his face. The doctor screamed as he failed his arms only succeeding in sending his mass falling backwards giving Deborah the leverage she needed to continue the assault. She lifted her free hand high in the air like a predatory bird before slamming it down impaling her first finger deep into the doctor's eye. A mixture of both blood and fluid from his inner eye splattered her snarling face as he howled in complete agony.

As Deborah succeeded to rip the doctor's eye out of the socket she expected the soldier to be on her at any second, pulling her from her kill but that was not the case. Instead the doctor managed to get his feet under her chest, kicking her off of him. She hit the ground with an agony filled thud as the doctor pulled his bleeding pathetic carcass away from Deborah's reach. She attempted to follow him but instead fell to the ground in a weak lump of bleeding flesh because her spinal cord wasn't fully through with regenerating and currently in two pieces.

The soldier stood, leaning his weight against the familiar form of Lucy as the doctor was being ferociously attacked by the woman who had miraculously survived being shot with a gun that could rip hordes of armor wearing soldiers to shreds. A small smile tainted his lips as he watched her get her revenge and as the woman granted his wish that he had made only seconds ago.

Deborah raised her head meeting the soldier's eyes as he watched her. He made no move to restrain her or help the bleeding figure of Dr. Marcus as he flailed about on the floor like a wounded fish.

"Though this will never make it right," The soldier began his face solemn as he addressed her. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know that you would survive that." He continued as she fought to remain propped up on her arms, her back twisted in an unnatural position. Before he could say anything the door behind him burst open and in swarmed many lower ranked soldiers like a horde of insects.

As a few of the soldier branched off and began the task of escorting her back into her enclose she saw the frail form of the doctor glaring horrified as his own eye watched him from across the room. The wall behind him was riddled with many holes exposing the steel layer behind the wall giving only more proof that Deborah Evens was not a normal woman.

The several remaining soldiers turned to the high ranking James Pollen who leaned heavily against "Lucy" and who watched the entire situation with a calm only rival by a statue.

"Sir?" The first addressed him requesting his orders. He grunted in response before pulling his weight of the gun to stand straight.

"Make sure the girl makes it to her room without further harm oh and I guess make sure the doctor makes it to the infirmary without bleeding everywhere." He hissed as he turned hearing the soldier solute him as he walked away. His men were loyal only to him not to that pathetic doctor and the doctor would soon learn his mistake in believing otherwise.

Author's end note- Here you have it, the first chapter and I will admit it was fun writing about "The Lucy". For this I actually look up video of what Gatling guns looked like when they fire to be accurate but holy shit sticks are they a frightening gun. As far as I know there isn't a gun named "Lucy" but it wouldn't surprise me. And another thing James wasn't intended to be an important character or be named for that fact but as I was writing him he kind of stuck on me. Weird. Anywho opinions, do you like it?