Warning: This does contain adult language, themes, situations, and content. All characters are over the age of 18 and is rated MA.

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Twisted Light of the Heart:

Cahapter 1

The lights in the facility flickered. The girl that lay on the cot was broken, both in body and in spirit. She wanted to die. The Doctor had mutilated and reshaped her. Running his grotesque experiments on her and at least a dozen others. But one voice reverberated in her head. The women at the end of the hall. She said her name was Gemma and that everything would be alright, to just hold on a little while longer. How? How would she do it? Was she going crazy? Voices in your head ment you were crazy...right?

"What's your name?" The sofe voice of Gemma brushed through her mind.

Name? What was her name? She couldn't remember. How long had it been?

"Don't force it." Gemma cooed to her. "It will come. Just relax."

She did as her voices suggested. She let go of her body first, then her mind. She let it wonder over, drift back to the past. Had it been days? Weeks? Years? She didn't know. A memory started to form. She was sitting in a cafeteria. Eating. Talking. Laughing. When? Who knows. A name started to form. Was it hers? Liana? Maybe. It felt right. "Liana?" Her own voice was shaky and hoarse that it sounded more like a question. "What's going on?"

"We were all taken. Something about a bloodline. Something thats different about us...well you and the others." She felt more Gemma sigh. "I was taken because of what I am. And now you all have suffered for it. I've been here, in this place, for years. I have been weakend, but i have some strength, as do you. I can help you escape and find help."

"Me? Strength? But i've gone crazy. I'm Talking to myself, telling myself things to help keep me from completely falling into madness." Liana's breath was starting to come in short burst. "Crazy...just crazy."

"No." Genna's voice was short and clipped, but held authority. "You are going to get up, and walk to your cell door. You will be able to do this. The others are almost gone. I fear I may slip again soon. It must be now."

A peaceful calm washed over Liana. She sat up slowly. Every part of her ached and her back felt heavy. But she did it. Looking at the door with determination, she found the strength to pull herself up and make it over.

"Good Liana, very good." Gemma sounded faint. "Now on three, open the door and go left. First intersection, go left again and open the blue door." Liana took a deep breath and waited." One...two...three! Go now!" Liana bolted from the cell. She followed the instructions and waited. She felt the brush against her mind. "Go to the door with the stairs, take it all the way down. You'll see the garage. They're is a sewar access. Go through it quickly. I'll guide you for as long as I can. The farther away you get the harder it will be. And then nothing. You'll find help though. Trust me."

"Ok Gemma," Liana half limped half ran. "I trust you." She kept going. Turn by turn all the way down to the underground garage. It was so strange, it was dark, but she could see. She shook the thought away. She saw the water grate that lead to the sewers. She pulled hard at it, breaking it off. "Weird." Another thought for another time.

"Good. Now. Follow the big pipe till it bends." Gemma was so faint. "Then the three little ones to a giant wheel. The next intersection turn left. You'll see stairs, go up and wait. Hurry. I can't hold on much longer."

"Ok, I'll be back." She said with conviction she only half felt. She kept repeating everything. Over and over. Following th pipes to the pressure wheel, bend after bend to the intersection. With each step away feeling Gemma less and less, and then the feeling of being completely alone. It was almost overwhelming. Walking up the small staircase timidly, she kept felling like she was brushing the walls. But how? She was so tired. Her body hurt so much. She got to the top, panting hard. Four dark silhouettes turned at the sound. She stepped foward, the exhaustion took overtaking her as the blackness surrounded her.