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Prologue

Inferno.

That would be the one word to describe my prison. The vents threw out hot air that would have suffocated me the first day I was inside, if not for my mutation.

That's right I'm a mutant but I don't care what people think of me. I may be different but I can feel and act like a human as well as think as one.

I couldn't remember the last time I was outside and felt the cool air fill my lungs or hit my face. Every memory I had felt like a dream of what I wanted. I wanted my mother, who used to love me and care for me, to come take me back home. I wanted my father, who would harm anyone who hurt me, to get rid of the people responsible for my hell. I wanted my feet so feel the cool snow melt as I walled. But most of all I wanted my freedom, to be able to go where I pleased when I pleased without trouble.

The last time I do remember, that was not a dream, was of me as a little girl blowing out the candles on a big yellow frosted cake and people shouting happy birthday. But the seconds after that were a blur. After the candles were out, people started to scream and run away. I just sat in my chair as flames engulfed everything nearby. The flames were orange and red, but I wasn't scared. I was ecstatic. The flames were pretty and calm, unlike the fires I seen on movies and TV. I moved my hand in a wave motion and so did the flames. These were controlled but the people, humans, didn't see what I saw. They saw a monster, a freak, who could use fire.

The same day we drove far to a secluded area. My father talked with a man while my mother cried hugging me for the last time. I told her I would be fine but she cried harder. Then they left. I tried to get to them but the men in white held me and took me into the inferno room where I would be for years.

I never forgave them, for their fear of mutants I was tortured in the room of fire, my gift to be used against me was too cruel. Day after day I was exhausted. I would absorb the heat into me, trying to cool off my body using the heat was water. But there was always more. My lungs would sometimes burn and my muscles cramp up. I was never looked after. I was fed and given just enough water to survive another day.

I longed to feel the cold winter air bite at my skin. Longed to feel cold water from the beach. For the past 9 years, all I've known where the metal walls and small bed and the mocking of the two guards stationed outside the door. They would complain how cold it was and I hated them for it. Humans were cruel.

I closed my eyes and fell right into sleep, too exhausted to fight back to stay away. But as always I would wake up in the middle of the night dying of heat stroke and forcing myself to use my power to stay alive. I would not give up and die, I would stay awake as long as I could. The humans would not win. Never.

Then suddenly the alarms went off. I sat up startled. I had only heard that noise once before, when another mutant tried to escape. I heard he got away, never once looking back at the place he was forced into. The mutants held inside were never to associate. We were all separated. I never even saw another.

The two guards outside, who I named One and Two, were afraid. "What the fuck is going on?" One yelled into the transmitter. "There are intruders. Keep an eye out." The person on the other end told them.

I leaned my head against the hot metal of the door. The hot metal didn't bother me, of course, but it was hot making my body temperature higher. "Stay here. I'm going to go check." Two said and I could hear his shoes click against the floor. One leaned back against the metal and I knew because he said "So fucking hot!" after. I snickered at him. Pathetic.

A loud scream echoed in the hall and I stilled, stiff. "Who's there?" He asked nervously. I smirked. Pay back. "Your worst night mare." Someone answered in a deep gruff voice. I ran to the other side of the room, huddling near the corner. I was safe inside, unless they entered but the door was never opened so how could they?

"Open the door." Another male ordered, his tone holding power I never knew. "I-I can't. No one knows h-how." One defended shrieking when he was hit across the face. "Oh for the love of Victor dispose of him." The man demanded tired of One. I would be too.

"No please!" But his plea fell on deaf ears and I shivered at the sound of bone being twisted. Was I going to die too?

"Bradly if you will?" I didn't know what happened next, all I know is the door slowly opened, the hot air being mixed in with cooler air. I inhaled and couched, my chest tightening for a minute. "Grab her and lets go." I watched a feral looking man enter my inferno prison. I tried to escape his grasp but I was weak and having trouble breathing.

The man, Victor, picked me up in one easy swoop. He carried me out, his nails scraping against my skin once, the sharp edges hurting. "I am General William Stryker." The man who ordered everything said. I stared at him confused. "What do with me?" I asked staring at each of the men. I wanted to run from them. I refused to go with them after being held prisoner for so long.

"You are a special mutant Kristan. I know you can withstand temperatures at amazing degrees. You can absorb and control fire with a seconds thought. I want you to join us." Once outside I started to cough. The air was too fresh for my lungs to handle. "Put her down." I was dropped into the snow and I inhaled once. The snow around me was melting at a rapid speed and I was cooling off. "I don't suppose you have water?" I gasped out clutching my throat.

I was passed a bottle of water and I gulped it down, having no water since yesterday. The men watched me as I drank with no in between. I gave the bottle back, empty to the man who gave me it. He was the youngest one there, cute and he looked irritable. "She drank all my water." He complained earning a look from Stryker. "Be quiet Wade." He ordered.

Then I saw my chance. I slowly got up, pretending I was weak and when I was lent a hand, I created a fireball. I threw it on the ground, the area around me in flames. "I won't be made a prisoner." I seethed and ran off, a trail of fire behind me.

"Something told me I had to bring this." Stryker said and then something sharp poked my neck. I fell to the ground and pulled out the dart. I saw a blue liquid. And then darkness. How did he know?