~Chapter 1~

All I had left were memories... My family...my friends...my boyfriend. I remembered that Dash had escaped before they got him. My mother and father weren't needed. But I was. How long had I been in this godforsaken place again? It didn't follow the days or weeks timeline. No, it had to have been months since I'd last seen freedom. If only time travel was possible...

"Dash! RUN!" I screamed as I held up my force field for as long as I could. I was weak and still growing weaker. Unless a miracle happened...there was no hope for me. But my little brother, he'd been able to run too fast for the darts to have hit him. He wasn't weak like me, he could still make it if he left me behind.

"But, Violet-!" He stopped short, quickly ducking to avoid an oncoming dart. Another one came from behind, just barely passing over his shoulder. As more flew at him, he ran, darting from side to side, trying his level best to stay close to me.

"I said go! NOW!" I shrieked as I felt my force field lose power. My hands and knees felt numb. As much as I wanted to fall down and end the chaos, I knew I had to convince Dash that I would be okay. ...Even though he already knew the answer. "Don't let them get you, go! Run away, Dash! Get as far away from here as possible!" I panted for a moment before continuing. "I'll be fine, don't worry..."

I began to feel faint, and a little dizzy. I knew my force field wouldn't hold up much longer, and sadly I didn't have the power to let this one down and put a bigger one around Dash. He knew that if I couldn't keep up the force field I had now, there was just no way I could be saved from the cruelties of the government. The secret, dark part of it that was attacking us. Mom and Dad were somewhere else, they'd taken them away from us. But it was Dash and me that they wanted.

I could still turn invisible, but it wouldn't do me much good... The dart was still stuck in my leg, and I was afraid that if I moved, my protection would come down, leaving me vulnerable to more darts. There was nothing I could do for myself. And Dash was just a little boy, he couldn't take on highly trained government agents. So the only thing I could do was get him to run as absolutely far away from them as possible. Only Syndrome had the technology to keep up with him, so escaping the "slow" vehicles of the agency would be a piece of cake. And he could run right now if he wanted to. I couldn't let him put himself in danger by sticking around trying to save me.

"Dash..." I murmured, "...go get...go get Mom and Dad..."

I felt my arms go limp and no sooner than they dropped to my sides, the only protection I had dissipated into thin air. I was vulnerable, but I wouldn't get hit with any more darts. I was too weak, already about to pass out. They knew it, too. I had no choice but to resign myself to the inevitable. I would be taken away. I didn't know how long they would keep me. I didn't know what they would do to me. I didn't know where they would take me. And...I didn't know what I'd done wrong.

I dropped to my knees, feeling the pressure of the ground underneath me. By now my vision was fading. I fought hard to stay awake but those darts contained some kind of drug inside them. Something that was making me tired and practically paralyzed. My own weight pulled the rest of my body to the ground. I was far too weak to get up, and I could only listen to Dash's final words to me before everything completely went blank...

"Violet! VIOLET!" Rapid footsteps were heard, becoming softer and quieter by the end of a split second. He had made it.

At least one of us was able to escape. Mom and Dad probably didn't know what happened. They just knew I was missing. I hoped Dash knew it was the government that had captured me, and not a new villain. If he knew who it was, he would've told our parents. Hopefully they were on their way right now, trying to rescue me from the evil that we assumed to be the good guys.

That's what I wanted to believe...but I'd been here for months on end, with no letup from the people who kept testing on me. Drawing blood, seeing what level of voltage my force fields could withstand, how much pressure I could be put under without being injured, how long I could stay invisible...and most importantly, how I could use my powers. I didn't know why they were doing this... Every day, sometimes all night, huge balls of lead were hurled at me, forcing me to put up a defensive barrier to stop it. They just got bigger and heavier. Sometimes multiple balls would come at me. Usually they were deflected, but other times, they broke straight through my force field and hit me.

They were heartless, ruthless. They didn't care if I got hurt, they only wanted to study me. I'd already undergone six biopsies in the course of a dreadful few months. I'd had my blood drawn countless times. They must've had at least eight whole gallons, maybe more, of my blood. Studying it, investigating my DNA, trying to find the source of my powers. And I didn't know why I was being put through all this.

I sighed as I felt a moment of peace. White and red walls surrounded me. I guess you could call the red on the walls painted, but if they were painted, then it was with my blood. Sometimes they would tire of me trying to dodge the lead balls instead of using my powers, so they shot out daggers. The blades were too short to be life threatening, but they still hurt like crazy. Sometimes I was stupid enough to try to dodge the daggers without putting up a force field. And what do you know, they hit me every time. And after the initial penetration of my skin, I got the pleasure of plucking them out, one by one. So yes, there was blood on the floors, walls, even the ceiling.

Brutal beasts. They didn't care about human life. They didn't care if I lived or died. It was all too easy to imagine them laughing every time I failed to protect myself. Every time they launched a missile at me, seeing if my force field could withstand it, I bet they laughed their cruel little heads off.

What did I do so wrong that I was to be treated this way? It was evil, no matter how you looked at it, no matter how you put it! And painful, might I add.

I'd tried to escape, but these walls were impenetrable. Even the missiles that bounced off my force fields couldn't break through the walls of this insane place. I could turn invisible if I wanted to, and I'd tried to, but somehow they made it so the gravity could increase in this room. The room that held me captive. That's right, I was a prisoner. A guinea pig, a lab rat, a test subject. I felt like an animal, living this way in constant fear of what they would do to me next. Sometimes they forgot to feed me! And it wasn't just me, there were others. Normal humans, incapable of any such superpowers as I had. But they got three square meals a day. I had a hunch that they were trying to weaken me by not feeding me as much.

"I'm not hungry for meatloaf..." I mumbled as I poked at my dinner with a fork.

My mom looked at me and smiled lopsidedly. "Well," she said, "It is leftover night. We got steak, pasta...what're you hungry for?"

Well now I was hungry for anything. They were starving me and I swear, they knew it, that was their intention. It had to be some kind of disgusting new way to test the limits of my powers. Weaken me, force me to defend myself even if I didn't have the energy, and possibly kill me.

My stomach growled angrily. I sighed in frustration. This place was nothing more than a torture pit! I was starting to wonder if dying would be so bad. I mean, nothing could possibly be worse than this sick, twisted place. I was supposed to grow up under my parents' protection, I was destined to become a superhero one day! And now they'd captured me and stole away before anyone could stop them. Now I was under their control, they could turn me whichever way they wanted.

I heard the sound of the voice-activated door slide open with a metallic hiss. In came my most hated person, the only who ever came in for things that had no relation to any form of testing. He called it testing, he said he did it only to stretch my limits. Liar. He didn't want to stretch my limits at all. No, he was the most disgusting person to ever roam the Earth. He only had one thing on his mind. One sick, immoral thing. I hated him with a burning passion. But they always had me chained up like I was some kind of monster, an unknown specimen that had to be quarantined for the safety of others.

He drew nearer to me, and as he did, I refused to utter a single sound. I simply glared at him, wishing I had heat vision...wishing he would die right in front of me so I could laugh at his demise. He wouldn't be missed.

My chains tightened, pulling me against the wall. He smiled "kindly".

"Hi, sweetie. You hanging in there?" he asked.

I ground my teeth, almost biting my tongue in the process. I wouldn't talk to that...that...thing! He was the one who should be chained up like this, not me! He was the monster, not me! He was the one who deserved to be tortured and finally killed, slowly and painfully.

I couldn't move my hands and it really didn't matter. Even if I was able to put up a force field, he would only have to fire one of the heaviest lead balls at me. My force field would break, I would pass out of the sudden break in power, and he would do what he always did anyway. It would do more harm than good to even attempt to protect myself from this monster.

He came closer, until he was close enough to whisper in my ear, "I haven't seen you in awhile, I was just wondering how you were doing..."

I only wished he hadn't seen me in awhile. He "saw" me yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and so on and so forth. It was the same routine every single night! To think they would allow him to remain a part of the agency was a mockery to all girls everywhere! He would be my downfall, I just knew it. He was simply waiting to get bored with me and move on to the next unlucky girl who came in here.

And worse...he was a high-ranking agent. Few would disobey him.

He gently brushed aside my hair, tucking it behind my ears. He pressed himself up against me, far too close for my comfort. I shivered in disgust as I felt a cold hand slither up my hospital shirt, slowly unhooking my bra and undoing the straps. It was pulled out from under my shirt. Then he reached around to my back and began unbuttoning my shirt. Soon it fell to the ground. Next was my pants. They were loose and had a stretchy waistband. They were basically just pajama pants and were easily pulled down. My panties weren't loose like the pants. They were much tighter around me, but still had a stretchy waistband. Needless to say, those were just as easily pulled down. He didn't have to take them off. It was enough just to simply have me exposed.

I closed my eyes and braced myself, already knowing how painful it was. Tears formed at the edges of my eyes, but I refused to cry. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing I was scared of him. I gritted my teeth even harder when I heard him unzip his pants.

"Poor thing," he whispered. "You're trembling."

I didn't realize I was trembling until he'd pointed it out.

"You look like you've had such a rough day..." I tried not to listen to him, but I caught little bits and pieces of his quick speech. Something about feeling obliged to lighten the mood. Something about helping me out. Something else about comforting me.

He gripped my shoulders forcefully. Soon after I felt an agonizing pain in between my legs. My body disobeyed my demands not to make a sound. Tears flowed out and a strangled, high-pitched whine slipped from my throat. What did I do wrong? Why was he doing this to me?

After half an hour, he got tired and I felt him pull out. I kept my eyes shut tight, and I felt something warm oozing out of me. Whether it was blood or his seed, I didn't know. And I wasn't willing to find out.

I heard him pant for a minute before dressing me, making it look like nothing had happened. My chains went slack, and it felt good, as though an enormous burden had been lifted from my body. Sometimes I wondered what Tony would think if he found out about this, about what had been happening to me every night since I got here. Now wasn't one of those times.

He left, and I relaxed. He never came back in the same night. I curled up on the floor. My pillow and blanket were out of my reach. But I was too exhausted, both emotionally and physically, to care where I slept. I just wanted to sleep. At least in my dreams I could be free again...no chains, no rape, no blood, no torture. I regretted taking my old life for granted. If I lived to ever see freedom once more, I would not take it for granted. I would treat it as a blessing, as the best day of my life.

For once I missed Dash. Just to see his face one more time...that was all I wanted. I just wanted to know that he was safe, and still being taken care of by Mom and Dad, with Jack-Jack to keep him company. At least he'd outrun the agency though, as far as I knew, they hadn't captured him. At least he wasn't being put through what I was being put through.

"Please...let me go..." I murmured to the room. The room stayed quiet. The only sound was the sound of my breathing. Nobody else was there. Nobody was coming to help me. Everything seemed to have forgotten about me.

I sighed one last time before drifting off.

A/N

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