Krilaia: I own nothing but my own characters and the plot. Everything else belongs to the amazing Patricia Briggs.

-Three Years Prior-

"What do you think they do?" Mia asked in a quite voice as she laid on her designated gurney. Her long, black hair was tied back in a pony tale as her sharp green eyes stared at her current roommate.

"Who knows?" Brown eyes flickered to her lazily as the gruff male voice spoke. He turned his gaze to the ceiling, ruffling his own brown hair as he did so.

"It's good, though, right?" Mia asked, hopefully. "I mean they wouldn't do it unless it was….right Frazier?"

"I… I'm not sure Mia." Frazier answered, "I mean they whole situation is weird, Mia. I never felt sick, not once. And than they came and told the people who ran the orphanage that we were, and right before we would be kicked out of the system? I don't know Mia. All I know is that we're all a bunch of nobodies who got sick, all at the same time, and whoever they treat doesn't come back."

Mia stayed quite for a second, mulling over his words. It was true. She and Frazier had been at the same orphanage since she was five. Her parents had died in a car crash, and Frazier had been there since his mother had given him up when he was three. It was a month before he was going to be kicked out because of his eighteen's birthday when they had come, the doctors. They had stated that some of the children were sick, and that they needed to be taken in order to be cured. All who had been taken would be kicked out of the system by the end of the year. It hadn't been just their orphanage, either. The two friends had found other orphanages had been targeted, gathering a total of twelve of teens.

"Maybe they're just curing them. That must be why they aren't coming back." Mia stated, determined not to let her hope get away from her.

"I hope, for your sake, your right." Frazier answered, "I really do."

A knock was heard at the door as a nurse stood, clipboard in hand. Her scrubs were a plain white.

"Mr. McCree?" She asked in a tight voice and Frazier rose a hand and eyebrow, thinking about how he was the obvious answer. "Right, come with me, please. It's time for your treatment."

Frazier stood, dusting off the plain grey sweat pant and t-shirt combo they were all forced to wear, before following the nurse out.

"Yeah, me too." Mia whispered, watching him go.

"Ms. Cox?" It was the same nurse that had taken Frazier away.

Mia hesitantly stood up, being the only one left in the room. She wasn't this nervous when she had come the first time, but that had been three weeks ago and Mia hadn't seen Frazier since. The nurse nodded, and turned briskly down the hallway, Mia followed.

It was narrow, and seemed all too much as though it were about to collapse in on her. Never before had she felt claustrophobic like she did now, she sped her pace to walk directly behind the nurse.

"Um… Ma'm? My friend… my roommate… do you know how he's doing?" Mia asked hopefully. The nurse clicked her tongue.

"I can't discuss other patients with anyone but family." She answered coldly as they stopped at a metal door on the right. Typing in a code on the pad beside the door it let off a soft noise before swinging slightly ajar. She shooed Mia into the room before shutting the seventeen year old in and walking off.

Mia stared around the room, noticing how confined it was. There were no other doors in the room and no windows. Despite that, it was extremely lighted, with light bulbs almost completely covering the ceiling. There was a single bed in the middle of the room, with wrist restraints on the edges. A chill ran down her spine.

"Ah, Mia Cox, correct?" A voice to her left startled her; she turned her head abruptly to stare at the doctor who had just come in. His blond hair was cut extremely short and he had on a typical white uniform. Next to him was a dark haired male assistant, and Mia wondered how she had missed them before.

"I am Doctor Mahogany, and this is my nurse for the day, Mr. Noxx. If you would please, take a seat so we may begin." Dr. Mahogany stated, motioning to the bed. Reluctantly Mia went and laid down. Noxx went around her, tying her wrist down.

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, why do I need to be restrained?" She asked, her bottom lip quaking a little.

"Ah! I don't mind at all. You see, dear, not everyone responds to the medicine in the same way. Some have a very violent response. It's a safety precaution, of course." Dr. Mahogany stated, pulling two needles and an alcohol swab from his coat. Wiping down her wrist inner elbow he first drew blood, receiving a wince from the girl. Once he had drawn enough blood he took the other and injected a yellow colored liquid into the same spot.

As soon as the liquid hit her blood stream Mia felt an agonizing burn spread through her, and it only worsened as her blood pumped throughout her body. Breathing quickly she tried to recoil her arms to feel the binds dig in. It didn't matter, she just felt the need to get rid of the burn right now. Screams escaped her mouth as the pain worsened and she struggled.

"Watch her." Dr. Mahogany stated, typing a code to open the door again. Noxx nodded, a glint in his grey eyes as he looked down at Mia. As the doctor left the room and the door shut he smiled to himself.

"Not a problem. I love watching the ones that scream." He glanced at Mia and trailed a finger across the area on her stomach that had been exposed due to her constant struggles. "How about a little louder for me, sugar?"

Krilaia: Just a prologue. Reviews are lovely.