Prologue
Pain fizzed through the head of a blonde cyborg lying spread eagle on a frigid floor. Rubbing the back of her head absentmindedly, the Cyborg hoisted herself off the ground with a gleaming metal hand, and leaned back against a concrete wall.
The Cyborg's room was devoid of furniture due to a tendency to lift things with telekinesis in her sleep. She had no control over her powers during the day, however. Bruises and scars littered her skin from where the scientists had been experimenting on her. Sadly, she was pretty sure this wasn't the first time that had happened. She wouldn't know though, considering that the closest she got to memories was in sleep. The throbbing pain in her head pulled her away from her thoughts, which she assumed was from when she had somehow lifted and dropped herself while unconscious.
After another day of painful experimentation, the Cyborg was returned to her cell. The guard who had brought her there was wearing a standard uniform for this place, pure black shirt and pants, save for a red emblem in the corner of the shirt that looked like a skull with weird snaky thingys. Pondering over the symbol, the Cyborg's eyes met with the guard's eyes. His green eyes. Altan. He was like Altan. The Cyborg keeled over, and her breathing came in ragged gasps. Maven!... Project Intrisc...you aren't the only one...Memories were flooding back the Cyborg faster than she could comprehend them. Maven. Her name was Maven. Someone else had erased her memories before, and that had been a mistake. That was how she had escaped. In her anger, she had broken free. Before that, they had tortured her, experimented on her, because she was a mutant. Memories were flicking by like a spinning film reel, and the Cyborg could feel every emotion as they passed. Then more recent memories started to surface. Altan. Her first real friend. He was miles, miles away from here. Where was here? How did she get here? Altan, the others like her, her family, they were so far away...
In her anguish, the Cyborg had started to scream. Walls had started to melt like they were made of candle wax, and the floors had started to shred like paper. With ear-splitting cracks, the ceiling started to give way, but the screaming Cyborg didn't notice. She was encased in a small bubble of glowing white energy. Parting around her, none of the debris touched her. Though she didn't know it, the Cyborgs eyes were glowing pure white.
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"Director, there's been a non naturally occurring earthquake near Yunkyur, Russia. The 'quake measures a 9.1 and at the center of it is an abnormal energy reading," Crackled a voice over Director Nick Fury's earpiece. Fury swore silently before preparing a breath to respond.
"Causalities?"
"None."
The Director breathed a sigh of relief through his nose. The last thing they needed right now was more press attention.
"Can you figure out what the source of the energy is?"
"I'll contact the lab sir." There was silence over the earpiece for a minute. And then two minutes. Finally, a response was voiced.
"It's a person, sir."