I was thinking how the heck I came into this story. The only fitting way for me would be to fall down from the sky. Well the start is slightly different, it started when I was a kid.

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My father worked at some bat-shit crazy Pentagon, NASA place. He was developing weapons, high-technology stuff I didn't even know how to name.

I was that hyperactive little shit who ran in and out of place, asking questions that couldn't be explained. I was a perfect mirror of my father. He was a brainiac, a little mental, but he showered me with love and affection all the way. His love was immense, suffocating, deadly even.

I had only him, so I pretty much grew up in that place full of beeping machines, lasers, guns, tanks. I grew up in a place where high-technology, biological weapons, cloning, UFO-s, army and navy constantly clashed and intertwined. I do not have to tell that as a child I saw several things that I had to keep as a secret, not to mention that all these secrets were extremely dangerous.

Chapter

"Niah, honey..." my daddy turned around to catch me, but just barely missed me.

"Did you have your lesson with Mrs. Skittles?" he caught me and sat me on his working table.

"Yes, daddy un... I learned a few tricks how to trick the real tissue to love an artificial one... You must alter the..."

Yes... As you can see. Other people raised me. But not with normal knowledge. I was learning how to grew new organs, shoot a gun, even how to replace few broken, worn out things out of electronic.

I do not know how to read nor write. They said that smart people don't need notes, they save everything useful in their very brains. So I memorized, everything.

My knowledge was my power and nobody could take that away from me.

"Now tell me about your newest story you were talking about hmm?"

"Naruto?" My daddy smiled and his face made a pleasant twist I remember even now.

Yes, I remember. I remember that secret machine my daddy worked on. I remember it had a helmet similar to that one in X-man movie. I wanted to try it one day on myself and find all the mutants in the world.

I always wanted to be a mutant, superhuman, someone special. I didn't know I already am... but in a different kind of way.

"Daddy, daddy! Can I pretend that I am in X-man movie? Can I? Pretty, pretty please!"

My dad was quiet after that day. Few people came threatening that if there is no progress they will zero daddy's founds. Not that I knew what founds meant before. I just felt it's something really important.

And that is where my super and cool daddy started to get desperate, on edge and mean. But I knew he meant no harm.

I stole sandwiches for him, brought him water and when he turned around and met my eyes one day, I thought I was happy.

"Honey, will you help me with something?"

"Un... What daddy?" I clinged to him, wrapping my arms around his leg, looking straight at his forest green eyes identical to mine.

"Will you play X-man with me? I want to use Cerebro..." he named his machine after my infatuation.

"Yea un..." I climbed onto the chair and he got me this helmet I knew so well... Then he started to bind my wrists and ankles. A giggle escaped me.

"Daddy what are you doing?" I giggled again, it tickled.

"Daddy doesn't want for you to fly away hone so he has to bind you okay?" he smiled and even thou I didn't see it, I heard it in his voice.

But soon after, I was afraid. My daddy stopped talking, he pushed the buttons on the screen. The machine made noises too loud for my liking but he didn't stop.

"Daddy?"

The beeping became louder. My voice echoed. My vision blurry.

"Daddy!" I screamed my heart out but I thought that my daddy couldn't hear. Now I know... that he didn't care.

The next thing I remember is the pain that split me in half and then a loud nothing, voices, dreams, all the knowledge that passed by me, imprinted heavily on my brain. Even if it was but a whisper.

Ame

A loud thud and I cut my knees open on the floor. As a child who grew up in utmost safety I felt tears in my eyes in a mere second. I started to cry.

Some people passed me, ignored me. I cried, I was confused. I realized I was outside, rain pouring down on my soul.

I was alone.

I was cold.

Terrified and cold.

"Daddy?" but daddy was long gone.