Sascha is pronounced Sasha
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24 years ago
"Test subject SL-150, now ready for testing." A thing man in a long white lab coat spoke. He picked a syringe up from the metal tray resting beside him and filled it with a green liquid.
Next to the man a small girl laid on a white table; she was slender and had sickly pale skin. The bright light from the ceiling blinding her, causing her to peer through narrow eyes.
She squirmed as the man prepared the needle, sweat formed on her brow. The girl whimpered as the man took the needle and inserted it into her arm in the most gentle way he could muster. Long, dirty, rusted chains wrapped around the girl's bony arms and legs. The man looked to her, catching a glimpse of her desperation and fear. He stroked her cheek as tears threatened to fall down her dirt stained face.
"Don't do this Doctor Abram...Please! It won't work! You know it won't work!" She cried.
Doctor Abram brought his face down to her head and pressed his lips on the young girl's forehead. "I'm sorry..."
The girl began to bawl as he turned his back to her and left. The chains on her limbs began to pull, stretching them apart. A scream escaped her crusted lips as the chain pulled farther and farther. The girl tried to pull against the chains. Her right leg snapped. Then she felt her arm click out of her socket. She cried out in agony until, slowly, the chains stopped pulling and grew limp.
"Elasticity test, failed." A voice spoke from the intercom.
The girl looked up, tears blurring her vision, as the men behind the glass window watched her with disgust. They were trying to create a superman, the perfect human. Other experiments took places on different areas in the institute, as she called it. There were other children. She's seen them. They weren't allowed to socialize or come in contact or else you would be punished. The girl waited, sprawled out on the cold, blood stained metal table until her regenerative healing kicked in.
"We will resume testing in a few hours." The man on the intercom said.
This was her life until she became perfect human. A superman.
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20 years ago
The same girl is walking down a long corridor with glass confinements on each sides. Doctor Abram leading the way. She was told to keep her head forward and she tried her best not to look, but curiosity overcame her. Her head turned to the glass confinements and sitting inside are children. In pain and agony. Some of them scarred or even mutated.
"Sascha, do not look at the other children." Doctor Abram said, gently.
However, Sascha broke away from him and rushed up to the nearest glass window. She pounded on it for the person inside to see her.
Sitting inside wearing a hospital gown was a boy. He had curly, golden blonde hair and enchanting eyes. The boy stood, hopeful, and rushed to her, his hands pressed against the cold glass. But then Sascha frowned at what she saw. From afar he looked like a beauty, almost impossibly beautiful, but up close was a different story. Horrified she stepped away from the boy. Doctor Abram grabbed her arm and pulled her away.
"I told you not to look Sascha! Now it's time for your studies." He said sternly.
Sascha nodded absently. "Yes Dr. Abram."
As she walked her eyes darted across the room uncontrollably, glancing at the other children. They were all deformed and scarred. But she dared not take a step away from Dr. Abram. She thought about how she could end up just like them, monsters.
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Present Day
Sascha was sitting on her small metal table which she no longer fit on, being scolded by one of the scientists. Recently she had been oh so gifted with the power of invisibility. She tried to escape and while it was a courageous feat, it was all in vein.
"SL-150! You are not allowed to leave this room!" The scientist shouted in a thick Russian accent."At the very least not without a guard watching you! Dr. Abram has been too lenient with you! You need discipline."
"That is not my name!" The man glared at her. "My name is Sascha! Not SL-150!" She shouted. He looked at her in disgust, as if she weren't human. "You think you can brand me and lock me in her for years upon years?! I will get out! And when I do I will come for you! All of you!"
The scientist's jaw clenched as he scowled at the woman before him. He punched her square in the mouth and shouted, "Shut your mouth! You should be honored to be here you filth!"
"Then why do you treat me like a prisoner?1 You didn't save me! You stole me!" She spat. He grabbed her arm forcefully and stuck the needle he held in her arm. Sascha yanked her arm back. She could almost feel the liquid run through her veins. "What the hell does this one do?!" She asked, impatiently.
The scientist ignored her. He packed up his things and left, but not before allowing his lips to curve into a malicious smile. Sascha let out a sigh and waited for something (or nothing) to happen. Seconds passed which turned into minutes and she groaned. Nothing was going to happen and she knew it. But she was wrong. A small surge of energy pulsed through her veins. Soon that energy increased at an extraordinary rate. Sascha screamed in pain. Her head pounded furiously and her skin boiled. Gripping her head in agony, she thrashed her legs as she began to hallucinate. Things went in a out of focus, shifting between reality and dream. She fell off the cold metal table and onto the hard concrete ground. Tears spilled from her eyes uncontrollably and after a moment it stopped.
Sacha's chest rose and fell with quick breaths. Frantically, she searched her body for indications of physical harm, but there were none. She was fine. Physically.
"The experiment was a success!" The man on the intercom exclaimed. Through the glass she saw people cheering and high fiving each other.
Sascha stood from the ground. She lifted her hand in astonishment; she was unknowingly controlling a blob of black energy. Sascha watched as the scientists cheered, not batting an eyelash at her one bit. Her gaze shifted to the door. Energy was coursing through her veins. This power was her ticket out. She held out her hand towards the door. The door became enveloped in the dark energy she wielded and with a flick of her wrist it flew off it's hinges. Without even realizing it her legs began to move and she ran. Not a moment too soon she heard the alarms sound.
Over the intercom a voice yelled "Test subject SL-150 is on the run! Do not let her escape!"
Guards were already hot on her trail. They were the classic comedy duo, one as thin as a twig and the other as heavy as a bowling ball. Sascha shot a blast of energy behind her. The more slender guard dodged it, leaving the other one unconscious...or dead. He continued to pursue her, grabbing her by the arm. She whirled around and punched him square in the jaw with her freehand. He stumbled backwards, releasing her arm and she took the chance to roundhouse kick him, making him fall backwards. She turned and continued to flee, she looked around, desperately wishing for some sort of exit. And as she did steps appeared from the black energy she wielded. Sascha ran up the steps, each one disappearing as she did. More guards appeared as she blasted a hole through the ceiling. Sascha could barely hear the call of the guards over desperate gasps for air. They demanded she halt, their voices echoing her eardrums. Her legs kept running until she blasted through the last ceiling.
Sascha climbed through the newly made hole and looked around; she was in an empty subway station. As she heard the cluster of guards maneuvering their way up through the underground facility Sascha dashed up the dirty steps with her bare feet. She quickly ran up the stairs until she saw light. Real sunlight. High above fatty pigeons perched themselves on the tops of apartment buildings, their talons scratching the red brick of the buildings. Around her people shoved and pushed past her, not batting an eyelash at the dirty, scantily clad girl standing in the middle of the sidewalk like an idiot. Sascha watched as the people rushed to get where they were going. Some heavily stereotyped, clad in extravagant furs and designer shoes probably worth more than their life. Others wore raggedy jeans and stains shirts or ties and suits that probably sucked all the air out of them, heavy briefcases in hand.
From behind her Sascha heard the shuffling of feet up the stairs to the subway and she broke into a sprint. She pushed past children and adults, her feet collecting the dirt from the sidewalk. The people around her looked like faceless blobs in her way, profanities were shouted as she shoved through the sea of bodies. But she did not stop.
Sascha had hopefully lost the men that chased her. She had found herself in a darkened alley where she rummaged for scraps to eat in the dumpster. The sun was setting and the sky would soon get dark. Sascha needed nothing short of a miracle. And then it came.
A woman walked up to her. She was beautiful, flawless even. Her hair was short, wavy, and a pretty red color.
"Are you Sascha?" She asked.
She gave a faint, short nod. The woman smiled and in Sascha's past smiles were followed by betrayal.
"Please, don't-"
Sascha broke into a sprint, running from the woman.
"Run..." The woman sighed. She chased her down the sidewalk, quickly catching up with Sascha.
Too scrambled to use her half baked powers, Sascha ran. She rushed through a barricade of garbage cans, clattering onto the concrete and rolling across the alley. A few knocked against her legs, scraping her knees. Sascha leaped over the scraps of spoiled food and dirty napkins that were scattered across the ground. Behind her the scarlet haired woman was hot on her trail. She pulled out a gun, aiming at Sascha. Sascha felt a sting in her leg. Her vision began to blur as she stumbled to the ground, her face hitting the concrete. Wedged in her calf was a giant tranquilizer dart. Men surrounded her, dragging her limp body onto a helicopter. Then it all went black.
Sascha awoke in what resembled a hospital bed. Her heart sped up as she recollected the previous events.
"Where am I?!" She demanded. One of the nurses glanced at her before approaching.
"Aboard the helicarrier Miss. Director Fury requested to speak with you once you were awake."
Sascha's brows knitted together as she processed this new information. The nurse practically shoved her off the bed, leading her through a series of doors until finally they stopped.
"The director is straight through those doors Miss." The nurse said before turning and leaving Sascha alone.
She took a deep breath before opening the door. Standing with his back turned was a man, much larger than she was. Sascha shrunk back in the presence of the intimidating, towering man before her. He turned to face her. He had an eyepatch over one eye and an air of confidence.
"Are you Sascha?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. His tone was formal, contained, and most of all - authoritative. Sascha gave a tentative nod. "I am director Nick Fury. I assure you, we don't mean to harm you."
Sascha's face lit up. "Nick Fury? As in SHIELD? Dr. Abram spoke of you several times!" Sherelaxed as she reminisced of the memory of the old man. Dr. Abram was the only doctor who she was fond of and did not treat her like an animal.
Fury smiled slightly. "He is an old friend and I owed him a favor or two. He informed us of your spontaneous escape from your confinement and asked if we could find you."
Sascha frowned. Very few times was humanity so kind. "What's in it for you?" She asked.
"He mentioned you might be a bit distrustful. He also mentioned you possess a few...unique abilities as well as a natural interest in science. You might even be able to help with the Avengers initiative." Fury spoke.
Sascha looked at him skeptically. "Is that all?"
"Yes it is Miss Blackwood. And tomorrow you start earning your keep. Tomorrow you will begin your work with Dr. Banner."
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