And when the brokenhearted people

Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be
For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer
Let it be

-Let It Be; the Beatles

Jacqueline Macfarland.

Josiah Macfarland.

Dotty Macfarland.

Kylie Manson.

Avery...Hamilton?

No. Not Hamilton, that was wrong. It was Avery, but the last name was being so damn evasive. What was it? Why was it so hard to remember? It had been easy in the beginning, then things started to slowly slip away. It was frustrating. Netta listed off those names every single day, but every single time it came to Avery, that goddamn last name would get even further away. It was gonna have to show itself eventually, right? That last name couldn't keep running forever. It was somewhere in Netta's subconscious. Somewhere deep in her subconscious.

Leaning her head against the filthy concrete wall, the young woman let out a sigh. By remembering those names, Netta could remember her previous life. The names belonged to friends and family, people who held significance in her life. And then there was the abduction. Netta couldn't say with certainty how long she'd been in captivity, but it was enough for her to start forgetting her old life. The faces of the people important to her started to fade. Their voices long forgotten, as well. Netta's abductors made her endure vicious experiments, claiming what they were doing to her would help mankind in the long run. It didn't make sense. None of it made sense. Netta just wanted to go home, to try and live that normal life she had before. Why couldn't she just go? She'd be so happy. Screw how she could help mankind, she wanted to help herself. She could break out, that was always an option. It's not like Netta was defenseless, those experiments they did to her paid off well. There were some minor physical enhancements, along with a few added traits. Putting those two together and Netta should be able to get out easily.

But the guards had guns. And plenty of other weapons useful in killing and/or tranquilizing. Netta was betting that if she did grow some balls and tried to escape, she'd be dead before she made around the corner. It was a sad thought. All she wanted was to feel the sun again, to see her family and hear their voices. Dreams were nice, though.

The sound of her cell door unlocking snapped Netta out of her thoughts. The only times her door ever got unlocked would be for experiments or physicals. Netta did appreciate her physicals, it gave her the opportunity to feel just a little bit of freedom.

Lifting her head up from the wall, Netta watched as two scientists walked in – a man and a woman. Their eyes were analyzing her, studying her as if she were some kind of science project. In some ways, Netta was. Science changed her, modified her in plenty of ways. Maybe they had a right to look at her that way.

"You're needed in the glass room." The male scientist walked over and yanked Netta up from where she sat – her back pressed against the wall with her knees drawn up. Stumbling to her feet, the young woman felt the other scientist handcuff her while the other held her in place. It was almost degrading, the way the workers treated her.

"Make any sudden movements, and you'll be terminated immediately. Understood?" The female scientist looked at Netta intensely. All she could do was nod. None of the workers liked it when she spoke to them.

With that, she was led out of her cell.

-0-0-0-0-

The facility Netta was being held at was somewhere in Austria, though she didn't know that. The day she'd been abducted, she had been heavily sedated. The only thing she could truly recall were fuzzy moments between consciousness. As per orders from higher ranking officials, Netta would not be allowed outside the facility, she would be isolated from other subjects and kept under constant surveillance. Any rebellious behavior or otherwise inappropriate actions would be met with punishment or immediate extermination, depending on the severity. So far, Netta hadn't done anything troublesome, though she did fantasize about lashing out. It was something that kept her entertained during slow periods.

The building Netta currently resided in had many different floors, a majority of them underground. A lot of the rooms were for meetings, with a select few for experiments, research, and communications to other bases. Netta didn't have access to a lot of the rooms, only the ones she'd be taken for study. And since the building had many different floors and rooms, that meant there were plenty of long, bendy hallways. Anyone who didn't know the layout could get lost easily. On top of that, guards and security cameras were pretty much everywhere. Netta wasn't sure why one place needed so many guards and cameras. No one ever tried anything.

But as Netta was being dragged through countless different hallways, she tried to keep track of where she was going and how many turns she'd made. It was hard to do so, sadly. The scientists were really hurrying and were pretty much dragging Netta along. By the time they made it to their destination, the young woman was already feeling exhausted. When the door opened, Netta winced slightly. A lot of the doors let out such loud screeches, it was almost deafening. Once the door was open, however, Netta could see suited men and military men on the other side. And behind those men was a large glass window. The glass room, as so many people called it. That specific room was one of many infamous experiment areas. There was also a supposed red room, where people were murdered and dissected in front of a live audience – who those people were was a mystery in Netta's mind. In all honesty, the glass room seemed a lot better than being dissected on camera. In front of God knows how many people. However, the red room seemed to be only a rumor.

"Good, you got her." A heavyset man in a nice suit stepped forward. His graying brown hair was slicked back, his almost black eyes were sparkling with some unnamed emotion. It made Netta's stomach churn. "Bring her in," the man said, waving almost dismissively to the scientists. The male scientist shoved Netta forward as his companion shut the door behind them.

"So this is your major project, Eckhardt?" A man donning military attire looked at Netta with a scrutinizing glare. A thick accent laced his words as he spoke. "She looks pitiful."

"I know she may not look like much," the heavy man, Eckhardt, exclaimed, "but she's powerful, especially for an Inhuman."

"What is the obsession with these enhanced people?" Another military man abruptly stood up from where he sat. "They're unruly and cannot be easily controlled. I say we stick with the..."

"That's enough, General." Eckhardt threw a look the General's way. "If we make her nervous, there's no telling how she'd react."

Netta was nervous, but she knew better than to lash out. She could only assume a vast majority of those men, if not all of them, had weapons on them. So if Netta tried anything, she would surely be killed.

"What exactly can she do?" A sharply dressed man looked at Netta carefully, as if he were eyeing a piece of meat. "You spoke so highly of her, Eckhardt. What makes her better than the other subjects?"

"Her abilities," Eckhardt exclaimed. "Complete immunity to all toxins on top of being able to excrete very lethal poisons from her body."

"And that makes her useful?"

"Take her fingernails, for example." The heavy man waved for the scientists to uncuff her. With her hands free, Eckhardt grabbed one of her hands and pulled it forward, showing off Netta's sharpened fingernails. "Just one nail excretes enough poison to kill a fully grown man." Dropping her hand, Eckhardt moved to open her mouth, showing off her teeth. "Her teeth, particularly her fangs, can do just the same. Her saliva, just as deadly. She's able to control how much poison gets released at a time, and it only stays in the victim's bodies for a short amount of time before dissolving."

Some of the men murmured amongst themselves.

"Our studies on the poison she produces suggests similarities to a Mojave rattlesnake," the female scientist responded. Her voice was very professional, but also very cold. "Symptoms are similar, though hers seems to be slightly more potent than the average Mojave rattler."

"What are these symptoms?" Eckhardt asked.

"Pain, tingling, or burning at injection site," the male scientist started, "numbness; weakness, nausea, and lightheadedness..."

"...difficulty breathing," the woman continued, "bruising or discoloration at the injection site, and swelling of injection site."

"There are ways to cure snakebites." One sharply dressed man looked between Eckhardt, the scientists, and Netta. He seemed genuinely unimpressed. "She's useless."

"Like I said, her poison only stays in a victim's body for a certain period of time before disappearing," Eckhardt pressed. "Whoever is unfortunate enough to get caught by her will be dead before anything can be done about it."

"You have too much faith in her, Eckhardt. She has no place in the field."

"She'll need more training, yes," Eckhardt sighed, "but I'm here to show you what she can really do."

That didn't sound good at all.

(A/N):

A messy start to this, but hopefully you guys find something enjoyable out of it. Leave constructive criticism where you think it's due, OK? That's important.

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