PROLOGUE

HOW IT ALL BEGAN

'So this is what it's like to die?' A stray thought penetrated the icy blackness that had a firm grip on the young girl. She was in more unbearable amounts of excruciating agony than any other person could of imagined.

'I thought you couldn't feel pain when you died.' A blur of some type of sound hit her ears but it faded before she even realized she had heard something. She remained staring through the icy darkness, it's grasp prying and prying, but never quite able to keep a permanent hold.

'I guess I went to hell. I guess THIS is hell...' Another sound, a little louder this time, like a voice, only too muffled to understand what was being said reached her ears again. But it was enough. The darkness began to fade slightly at first as the coldness reformed itself into a velvet of warmth. As the light grew, so did the warmth until she realized it was searing agony and it was just her body telling her she was battered, beaten and broken.

"Ah fuck!" She suddenly yelled, her eyes darting open and she sat up, keeled over and fell to her side in the fetal position. Her eyes winced themselves tightly shut and she grunted from her body. it was aching badly and her stomach was so tightly done in a knot she thought it would never work again.

Slowly she felt a small lump well in her throat, growing larger before she began to choke. Her eyes shot open and she threw her head towards the ground and gagged on whatever it was. A large fall of blod splattered to the ground, its spray covering her face in red splats. She gagged again and this time a small ball of partially solid blood spat its self out, freeing her lungs again.

Her eyes clenched shut again and she slowly forced herself to roll over onto her back, so if she collapsed, it wouldn't be into a puddle of blood. Second trickled to minutes, each one seeming an eternity. Slowly she let one of her eye's relax slightly and it opened, completely unfocused front eh bright white light. Everything was bright white. And smooth. The walls, the sky, the floor... everything was pure white... Because she was in a giant pure white room.

"Ah... Shit! What's happening.... to me?!" She croaked. her voice was faltering on her and she didn't have the energy to yell anyway.

"Your evolving." A male's voice boomed through some concealed speaker in the depths of the ceiling and it was louder than it should of been and it only added to the aches and pains she was already going through.

"Fuck!" She groaned again, rolling over again and throwing up another ball of blood. Only it was begging to look a little off colored, as if it was gaining a slightly blue tinge, turning it purple.

"That language really isn't necessary."

"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" She yelled, purely from spite and to try and emphasize the fact she was in a rioting agony. She felt as if her body was tearing its self apart, slowly as if to deliberately make her beg for death.

Slowly her eyes opened, to a small blur of a giant bug like thing staring back at her. As her eyes focused, she realized it was only a man in a giant white chemical suit... With a needle in his hands.

"Steady, this will help you to calm down and ease the pain."

"Piss off! I've had enough..." She never got a chance to finish. The needle found its target in her neck and she almost immediately lost focus of the man in the suit and fell unconscious where she was oblivious from the pain and from thought, and from her bodies own metamorphosis.

Hours turned to days which turned to weeks. Finally, she stirred again, her energy finally revitalized enough to actually let her wake from her velvet sleep.

"What the..." She stopped herself as she focused on the white ceiling again and shuddered, forcing herself to sit up. her muscles ached but at least the pain had faded into cruel memories she would never forget. She groaned and slowly rubbed her head looking around.

'You'd think there'd be more than just white this and white that and when were finished with the white, we'll go white. But no. I guess they hate people to know just how small a room is.' She thought to herself. Finally she swung her legs over the edge of the bed she was somehow sitting on, the only thing in the room, and fitted with, you guessed it, white sheets.

"Nekura Vuan Graves. Also known as experiment 667." Nekura stared up at the ceiling, wondering where exactly the loudspeaker was and if had a volume control.

"Yeah that's me, and you can turn the friggin' volume down. I aint deaf!" She yelled at the roof. All that greeted her ears was a gentle chuckle of amusement but the volume seemed to turn its self down anyway. Or enough to send her prematurely deaf.

"Its good to see that everything has gone according to plan then."

"Eh? What? You wouldn't mind explaining a little would you?"

"Of course. We plucked you a while ago, fresh from a hostage scene and took you into custody. Only this was no ordinary police department. As a matter of fact, it wasn't a police department at all. This is the high tech science department of Spice country and you are our pride and joy, being the only specimen to survive, ever." Nekura could only stare in bewilderment. She was an experiment? A guinea pig? But for what?

"You freaks! What did you do to me?!"

"Take a look at yourself 667, you are the evolved figure of a human being. Perfectly sculpted to become faster, stronger and smarter than the average human being. You are the ultimate weapon for an army."

Nekura' eyes almost fell out of her head when she peered down at herself. Her body had morphed completely. She was naked but what she saw, just didn't look like her at all. It had to of been an optical illusion. Her body was a little bit more muscular than usual, but still obtained the perfectly rounded feminine shape. Her skin had gone deathly white though as if she had no pigments in the first place. Her legs were longer as well and ended with claws, rather than nails. Retractable claws, she soon realized, as she flexed them. Her arms had the exact same things, only these ones were a little longer, 3 inches to be exact, and the color of ebony ashes.

"I don't believe this." She stated as she flicked her hair into view. It was black, with distinct blood red tips and about the length of her waist. It had once been blonde and short with blood red tips and spiked madly. now it hung straight and shiny at least.

"What about my face?!" She suddenly stated, leaping to her feet, steadying herself to adjust as she realized it was a little different.

"Here." The man replied, a panel in the ceiling opening and a small mirror, square, hanging from a metal wire lowering itself to face level. Nekura stared in awe and shock. Her skin was whiter than her body and it stared back at her, with deep onyx black lips, glistening from the white light around her and huge acute indigo eyes. Two large ears pointed and deadly acute, still covered in her earrings and cuffs stuck from the sides of head, with two long blood bangs that hung out in front of her in lightning shapes.

"Who... Who is that?! that's not me! This ALL SOME ILLUSION!" She screamed suddenly. The entire rooms suddenly shook as she screamed, at first only mildly but the becoming a little more violent, but Nekura didn't even realize yet alone care. She fell to her knees, hiding her face between her legs, sobbing heavily. The mirror slowly pulled itself back into its panel in the roof.

"Nekura, your advanced. You are the greatest of the great. You excel at everything. Why are you so depressed?"

"Because I'm a.. a.. FREAK!!!!" The word burnt her tongue and she buried her head further, bawling. She hated this now. She wished she had died.

"Nekura. What would you have us do? Change you back? That's impossible."

"Let me go." She whispered from under her mask of hair. Her sobbing ceased.

"Into a world of discriminated, weak and fearful people? What would you tell them? Your going to a costume party, every day of the week?"

"That'll be my problem. Just let me go. I don't want to be here anymore."

"I'm afraid i can't do that. We aren't finished with you yet. We still have a lot more to test."

"I'M NO EXPERIMENT!!! IF YOU WANTED A GUINEA PIG, GO TO THE PET STORE AND BUY ONE! I AM A HUMAN BEING AND I KNOW MY RIGHTS!"

"Were not letting you go. For 6 years we've tried to successfully create a super human. We finally succeeded and we are NOT about to let you go." Nekura snarled and spared a moment for the other 665 people that had preceded her and the horrible and agonizing deaths they must of endured.

"YOUR ALL MONSTERS!" She suddenly roared and her eyes vanished into the glow of indigo as the entire planet seemed to shake with her sudden power. The walls around her cracked and the floor suddenly cascaded into a giant crater below her as she remained suspended in the air, screaming. Her power increased and a white aura flamed deathly around her.

"YOU WON'T EVER DO THIS AGAIN! I WON'T LET YOU!" She roared, her power flaring even more so. Soon the walls shattered into rubble and sparked madly with purple energy. She was really pissed.

Soon the entire building collapsed in on itself and everyone who had been inside was dead, crushed or disintegrated from Nekura's power... except for Nekura. She finally collapsed in the dirt and rubble, on her hands and knees, panting for precious oxygen, the night sky as the setting behind her in a desolate place.

"Stupid... cruel... bastards... deserved worse.. than what they got..." She panted. Finally she recovered and she stood back up, struggling to fight back the tears that welled at her eyes. She stared down at her hands as a tear fell to the ground, glinting for a moment staining a patch. Nekura growled at it as she realized she was nothing more than an oddball. The first, and hopefully, the last of an engineered race.

"No human deserves to go through, what I did today. No human will. As long as I have breath in my body anyway." She swore, her knuckles turning deep shades of purple as she clenched them shut.

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