All my life, I have been shut in cages.

As an infant, I was abandoned at a local hospital in Jericho, California. I was brought in to the nursery and taken care of for two nights. On my third night at the hospital, people in black clothes snuck into the nursery and kidnapped all the infants. With care, the people took us from the hospital and brought us to a science facility in Burke, North Dakota. Some of the infants were small and sick and had to have special care. When the scientists were sure that all of us were healthy, they began their experiments.

The scientists were working on creating super soldiers for the army. Their plan was to make a being that was stronger, faster, and less vulnerable than the average soldier. Using mixtures of different DNA and glowing green ooze called mutagen, the scientists experimented on us to see which mixture was right and if not, what adjustments had to be made. Out of the twenty-five infants that were kidnapped from the hospital in Jericho, only twelve survived the injections. There were other infants from other hospitals, but the scientists kept us separated so we wouldn't get mixed up.

Each group of infants was tagged and numbered. We each had names, but for the scientists data and records, we each had a number. My number was SSE-04. That meant that I was super soldier experiment number four. I always thought it was stupid that we had to be called a number instead of our real names but that was what the scientists wanted.

For fifteen years I was a guinea pig for the scientists. Well, me and another girl were guinea pigs. I guess the mutagen made us stronger than the others because we were always picked for experiments. We were what the scientists called unique. We passed all the tests, our records were outstanding. They thought that we were the perfect super soldiers. Unfortunately for the scientists, we were both girls who met the super soldier needs. The scientists thought they had failed and I was happy. I thought it meant that they would stop experimenting on children. But, I was wrong. As it turns out there was something else that was "fascinating" about us. One of the scientists looked at our DNA and found that, even though we were female, we were able to impregnate others, as well as, be impregnated by others. How wonderful. The scientists were thrilled. They didn't fail. After that, they began drawing blood from us every day. I wasn't sure why because I knew they had the technology to clone our DNA from just one blood sample. But, to me, it didn't matter how much blood they took. I knew that to make a baby there had to be an egg cell and a sperm cell. Those came from a female and a male. And from what I saw, there were no males. I was happy again. But, like before, I soon became disappointed. The scientists had technology that could turn the original DNA in sperm into different DNA. That meant that they could take my DNA, as well as the other girls DNA, and turn it into sperm. And they did just that.

The scientists used the girls that were originally part of the super soldier experiment. There were only three girls and the scientists weren't happy. So, they decided to use the eight boys that were also original super soldier experiments and used them as surrogates. I thought it was all wrong. The girls and boys were only fifteen. We all were. Even though I didn't have that much knowledge, I knew that being fifteen and pregnant was wrong. But the other's DNA made them more mature. They had the maturity of a twenty-five year old. So, with eight expecting teenagers, the scientists had something else to record. As it turns out, with the DNA and genes of all of us, the gestation periods were much quicker than the average human. Instead of nine months, the pregnancies were four months. Also, instead of the average one baby, each of the parents had twins. Even though being pregnant at a young age was wrong, I felt sorry for the teens. After the babies were cleaned and checked for problems, they were taken away to some other part of the facility. The teenagers weren't allowed to hold their children. They all cried for hours, begging the scientists to let them have their babies. The scientists just ignored them. After, the babies weren't seen again. The teens eventually got over their losses, but I knew they still hurt.

After about a month, the scientists did the process again. The others had to go through the same pain again. Me and the other girl just watched. My heart ached. My soul was shattered. I wanted out. I wanted to get away from the facility and live a normal life. But, I could never find a chance to try. But, I finally got my wish one day.

I overheard a couple scientists talking about moving some of us to a different site because things were starting to surface about experiments on kids. They knew that if they were discovered experimenting on kids, their project would be destroyed. So, they started to pack up the facility. Me and the others were put into individual cages and placed onto a cart. We were rolled out of the facility and into a large truck. I thought I was doomed. But, when my cage was set down, I noticed that the scientists had failed to lock the padlock on the door. When no one was around, I opened my cage door and crept out. As I began to move towards the entrance of the truck, I heard pleas for help. I looked back and saw several pairs of eyes staring at me. As I looked, I saw that a few of the eyes were looking just to stare. The kids had gotten used to the science lab life and didn't seem to mind that they were in cages. But the other sets of eyes belonged to one of the girls and three of the boys. From the first pregnancy lab, I knew that the four of them had never gotten over the loss of their babies. From the looks in their eyes, I knew that they didn't want to lose their babies again. Even though I never had to go through their experience, I understood. Using my super strength( thank you mutagen), I broke each padlock and helped the kids out. Quietly, we tiptoed out of the truck and into the woods that were right outside. I told the others that they had to run if they wanted to save their babies. They did and stayed close.

The ground hurt our feet and the bushes scratched our skin and ripped our lab gowns, but we all kept running. Soon, we all came to a cliff that dropped down for a good eighty feet. We all knew that we had to jump if we wanted to escape for good. That was another thing that the mutagen and DNA gave us: wings. The scientists taught us to fly and that was one thing that I was thankful for. Glancing back through the woods, I began to hear voices. I panicked and looked at the others.

"Quick! It's now or never!"

Nodding their heads in agreement, the others backed up a good few feet and ran towards the cliff edge. As one they all jumped. I made sure that they caught the air and flew away safely before flying away myself. Looking down while I joined the others, I saw that several of the scientists had finally entered the cliff clearing. They all were shouting and waving their arms. They wanted us back and I knew that they would do anything to get us back. At least they never put tracking chips in us.

We all flew away from the facility and decided to go east. I heard once that the scientists used to get infants from New York but things started to surface so the scientists cut off all contact with New York. I knew that New York was our safe haven and decided to go there. The others agreed with my plan and followed.