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Chapter 1

They kept my room temperature controlled, and covered me with blankets when I slept my required 12 hours of sleep every night, but I had never seen warmth until my Mother found me, pressed against that cold grey wall. I didn't have to see her rip a lycan in half, to know that she was sharper than the knives they used to scrap back the skin on my thighs to take tissue samples.

They had tried to keep me on the perfect line between incredibly naive, and mentally retarded. Their observations of me could not have been has accurate if I did not understand how to speak, what the planet we lived on was called, and even a little about the walls outside of Antigen.

Caretaker #7 took me outside twice, first when I was eight, and again on my eleventh birthday. Caretakers 2 and 3 dressed me in the appropriate attire, sunglasses, and they made sure my hair was at the topmost sanitary level. A tracking device was slipped under my shirt sleeve, but even so Caretaker #7 still held my hand as we walked the street, as I saw the colors on the card's they had shown me: 'red' 'grey' 'blue', now in the real setting, instead of a small square on paper. They had injected me with calming drugs before I left, but even so, Caretaker #7 was pressing the needle into my hand as we walked. I would stare at the children, the ones that were called 'boys', holding onto the hands' of what were called 'Mothers'.

Caretaker #7 was my only female caretaker. After she had explained to me what mothers were, I had asked her where mine was. The smile that she always wore, like plastic gloves for protection when working with toxic chemicals, did not waver. "She died when you were born" She stated simply. "That is why you are here, so we can take care of you, you are very lucky"

My seven Caretakers always reminded me how lucky I was, to live in Antigen, where I was perfectly fed, perfectly watched. I knew how lucky I was, and felt terribly guilty.

Caretaker #7, was my favorite, although I tried not to have favorites, because I knew it was wrong. When she would complement my diagrams of elements, or my proper execution of math equations, I would wonder if my mother would have been proud to. I wished that Caretaker #7 could have done my strength assessment, because I thought that she would have been gentler than Caretaker #1. If I broke a small bone in my finger, I thought she would have given me anesthesia, instead of telling me to continue punching the rock so he could asses my maximum tolerance of pain.

What I never expected, was on my twelfth birthday, instead of receiving a circle of sweet bread and a long list of expectations I had to meet the coming year of my life –I would hear Caretaker #7 telling the Master that the wait was over, laughing as she said that 'her mother' right next door, would never even know 'she' existed.

Instead of feeling the grief I expected to at her betrayal, anger took over my body, it raised the hair on every pore as the hairs lengthened, and sharpened the teeth in my mouth as they grew longer. My anger had turned me into my wolf form. Caretaker #1 had ounce spent hours inserting knives into my skin, until I was in enough pain to turn. Turning now was a different feeling, more complete, wild. I saw through a tunnel in the back of my mind, and I saw through the eyes of someone incased in ice, like I had so many times before, but now I knew it was my mother.

I slammed through the locked door with my newfound strength, but the alarm that blared sounded distant to me. My claws reached for Caretaker #7's neck, and her blood caught in her blonde hair as she died. I ran down the hall. The sign on my door said Subject 2, so I stopped at the door that read Subject 1. In the center of the room, a woman was incased in ice. I stabbed it with my claws, and then fled.

After hours of evading capture, I curled up against this grey wall, and shrank back into my human form. I heard lycans all around, and I reached out to my mother, and felt her surprise as my conscious touched hers, as I saw through her eyes, on the streets of the city. I could only hold the connection long enough to hear her tell her blond companion, that she had to break into Antigen. Then I trembled against the wall, enthralled that she was coming to find me, and praying she would before they did.

When I saw my mother I couldn't prevent the fear that flamed up inside of me, like when they would drop chemicals into a beaker and they wouldn't mix safely. I also felt as if my twelve years were being pulled backward, and my body was swallowing itself, until I became as small as when I was only one day old. The first thing I saw move in her blue eyes was disappointment, before her pupils widened.

My mother knelt beside me. "Come on, we need to leave" She said. Her voice was different than any of my seven Caretakers. It touched me like cold water, but if Caretaker #7's voice was sweetbread, my mother's was all the colors in the world that I had never seen before. I couldn't move. After staring at me for a few more seconds, she glanced back at her blond companion. He grabbed me by the shoulders roughly, and dragged me out behind her. All I could do was stare at the ground moving beneath my feet. When we were outside, he threw me into the back of a van. I kept my eyes on my mother, as the blond started driving.

A lycan broke through the window above my head, as two more attacked my mom and the blond. I tried to watch my mom, making sure she was alive, as I turned to my werewolf form. The lycan ripped a whole in my shoulder, tearing half of the muscle off of my body. I screamed, ripping him in half with both my hands. I saw my mom staring at me, as I collapsed onto the wall, back in my human form.

My mom climbed over the seat. She pulled back my hair and examined my wound. "She's not healing" She called to the blond. The pain was excruciating, I felt like all my blood would drain out of my body. I had never been injured like this in my life, not even by Caretaker #1. Yet I was comforted by my mother's indifferent touch, and uncaring words.

"We have a doctor that can help her…at our coven" The blond said.

My mother slowly looked back at me.

"How did you find me?" My voice was a hoarse whisper.

"What's your name?" Her voice was soft, gentle. Her eyes were piercing.

"S-subject 2…and, you were subject 1" I said. "I f-freed you….do you not know who I am?"

She looked down, a shocked look coming over her face as she looked back at me.

"They told me that I had no mother; that she died when I was born. I never believed it I…I-I felt you, saw images through your eyes. But then someone outside my door" I felt tears rising in my throat. "They said since I was no longer a child the wait was over." I studied the ground, and then met her eyes again. "That I'd be dead soon…and that my own mother, right next door, would never even know I'd existed"

"What did they tell you of your father?" She asked, leaning towards me. "They must have told you something, do you see images through him?"

I shook my head as she spoke. "No, only you"

She grabbed my wrist and I leaned away from her, but I could not get out of her grasp before she bit down. I saw my own memories before my eyes as she watched them, sucking my blood. She still held my wrist when she pulled her teeth out of it. I stared at her fearfully, gasping and holding back tears. My own mother had no interest in me. She would suck my own blood to find my father.

Author's Note: Please review! This is my first Fanfiction story, so I would love to know if you liked it, or if there is anything you think I need to improve. I will try to get the next chapter up soon.