Hey guys! I hope you like my new story. It's been an idea I've had in my head for a while now. I'm really looking for a BETA, so if anybody likes my story and wants to be a part in it...
Summary: Bella Swan was adopted as an infant by the lunatic professor, Doctor Aro Volturi, along with many other orphaned children. He experimented on them to make a new race of extrasensory beings, enhancing the abitily of their minds. Later he came to understand the complications of experimenting on ones so young. The side effects were too severe for their abilities to be of proper use. He then abandoned those subjects, all but a promising one, and focused on a new project; enhancing people with already developed phsychic capabilities. His second attempt proved to be a success. However that one subject from the batch of children still proved to be an enigma for the professor. He isolated her in a holding in AZ where he carried on his experiments with her late into her teens but was prevented from completing his research. Four years ago the government had discovered his illegal doings and was threatened by the power these extrasensory individuals possessed. They sent highly trained assassins to kill all subjects and Dr. Volturi. Aro Volturi scarpered like a coward, leaving the unsuspecting subjects to fend for themselves. The remaining subjects formed a unity to protect themselves and retrieve all the other lost subjects that were possibly in danger. Bella Swan was that one subject isolated in AZ. She is now in peril danger. After four years the team have finally discovered her whereabouts. She is the person they need to find, but does she want to be found?
DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns everything. Unfortunately even Edward...
PROLOGUE
Administration of Menzoketamine DXM NO2 Genetic Enhancing on Subject 3 – 24th Dec 1992
Three small girls sat on the floor in a bare white room. Their hollow cheekbones sunken with shadows despite the bright harshness of the light reflected off of the bare white walls. Not only were their cheeks hollow, but also the expression in their glistening eyes. Missing was the joy that childhood brings, missing was the childish fat on their four year old bones.
Their skeletal hands clasped tightly around one another's.
It was time.
The time they dreaded each day. In approximately 5 minutes an orderly would walk through that ominous door to separate them one by one, for horrors unknown to normal people. But definitely known to those three broken children.
They knew they were being watched. Their otherworldly gazes were locked on the one-way mirror opposite them.
As if summoned by their desolate stares, an orderly entered the room and grabbed the smallest of the girls. The other two tried pulling her back but the man, if you could even call him that, slapped the little blonde girl with such unnecessary vigour that her head rebounded back into the wall behind her. It effectively stopped the two on the linoleum floor from struggling, but the little girl in his arms who had hardly resisted him in the first place kicked up a ruckus as he carried her, clawing at him, out of the room.
The camera picked up her horrific screams, regressing as he carried her down the hall.
In another room much larger and sinister than the first, the orderly strapped the still screaming girl down to a metal table, whilst a man in a lab coat busied himself in the corner. He was humming to himself cheerfully in his deep baritone voice.
He chuckled when the girl went silent all of a sudden and turned to look in her horrified eyes.
At first she hadn't noticed the doctor in the room from her struggling but as she recognized his dulcet tones her body froze in shock. Nothing about this moster was sweet. She whimpered as he drew nearer, making no effort to hide the scalpel, injections and other scientifical weapons of torture that he pulled over on a pulley. She was nothing more than a subject to him. She was not a child with feelings.
He hushed her as she started struggling more in her restraints, and started to hum softly to her as he raised the needle filled with a thick milky solution.
The nursery rhyme he hummed was far from comforting to the little girl.
Humpty Dumpty, was an egg with no chance of being made whole again. This is what he always hummed for her and this was what would haunt her for the rest of her life.
She would never be whole.
As she closed her eyes tightly against the sting of the needle at the crook of her arm, fat tears squeezed themselves out of her eyes and carried on running down her cheeks, continuing even as she passed out from her terrorized minds exertion.
END VIDEO
Silence was held in the room of extrasensory individuals. Everyone was speechless. A heavy tension hung stagnant in the room as Esme changed the flash drive containing the footage to the next. There were atleast another 50 clips to watch containing far worse scenarios including Isabella Swan.
A/N: THANK YOU FOR READING! Did you like it? Please review. I will take all kinds of feedback in my stride. And I will be the first one to admit that I need a beta. So if you're interested, get in touch. :p I know this prologue is kinda short and that the summary is nearly as big, but I had to split the prologue in half because it would have been too long otherwise. So I have another chapter to put up soon. :D Keep tuned!
Kiki xox