I woke up into a cold, black room. I couldn't see anything, including my hand where it was on my lap. The only thought I had was 'Am I still asleep?' because I don't remember turning off my light when I'd been doing homework last night. Whether I liked it or not, I had a habit of falling asleep at my desk.

The sheet and blanket on the springy bed felt scratchy and plastic against my skin, and I knew I was definitely awake, and definitely not at home.

I tried to sit up, but something was holding me by my throat.

I tried to scream, but the thing began to tighten around my throat, blocking my airway. In all the blackness around me, black dots began to dance in my vision, and I somehow saw them despite how dark it was.

I struggled but it was too strong. I tried to breath, but I couldn't.

My head began to spin, and I felt nauseous. Tears began to leak up in my eyes, as I realized this was probably my last living moment.

Then everything stopped.

3 Years Later

I licked my lips, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

The strange, feline-like creatures growled at me, the creatures I had came to know as the Precedes, which meant they came before death. It was backwards for me, thankfully, and they could barely lay a finger on me.

5 stared me down, all 6 of us waiting for the 'Go ahead' sign. The only thing that kept them from attacking me immediately was the fact that they would be killed if they made a move at me before the doctors said they could.

The Precedes could be replaced with the click of a button, and they knew it, so none pushed their luck at it.

The room was currently black, as black as the first day I was brought here, but I could see fine. It was just one of the few, sick things the scientists had done to me. It was on my list of things I called 'Enhanced Senses'.

My thoughts were caught off track as the blinding white lights turned off. It dazed me for a second, but I ignored it and dodged to the side on instinct.

I heard a dull 'thud' as the Precede that'd attacked me did a face plant.

My eyes adjusted to the lights, just in time for me to see another Precede pounce at me. I dodged again, getting annoyed. It landed on its stomach, before it jumped back up.

I grabbed the struggling Precede that had tried to tackle me, and wrenched his neck to the left. It gave snap, than the Precede fell limp.

A different Precede tried to kick me in the head, so I grabbed his foot. I pulled and he fell in what I could guess to be a very uncomfortable split. I grabbed his neck and wrenched. Hey, it's a signature move.

I straightened up just in time to feel a fist connect to my jaw. I staggered, to see 1 of the 3 remaining Precedes standing in front of me.

I snarled and punched her in the gut. I then kicked her in the face; she fell to the ground in a dead faint. I decided to finish her of later.

The 2 standing Precedes charged at me, probably wanting to get the final blow. As if they could land a blow on me. But then again, they probably could. It's never a good trait to get too cocky.

I punched the one in front in the face, and I heard a satisfying crack. I swept the others legs under him with my leg, and I rapped my right arm around his neck while the other was busy trying to staunch the flow of blood from her nose.

I kept on squeezing until he fell limp, his pulse faltering then stopping altogether.

I redid the move with the other one, until I was the last one standing, 5 Precedes bodies lying around. I piled them up, after killing the one I'd knocked unconscious, and waited for the lights to turn back off.

I only had to wait a few seconds, because the lights all turned off again. They were off for a minute, and I saw a few other Precedes come in to take the other bodies to the morgue where they would be sent back to the families after being revived.

One sneered at me, while the others desperately tried not too. I could see the way the muscles in their jaws were twitching.

When they were all out, a gas filled the room. It was a strange shade of grey, and it clouded the room. I fell to the ground, my muscles failing beneath me. I tried standing back up. But I couldn't. I couldn't do anything. Not breathe, not blink.

The last thing I remember were the lights turning back on.

I sat up to look around. Or, I tried to sit up. But I couldn't, something was strapping me down.

It was like it was 3 years ago, but it was choking me. Plus, I could see.

"I see you've woken." A voice on the almost unapparent speakers said, "We will be transporting you to a different School in Death Valley, California to be tested with others of your abilities. You may die, but do not fret, we will revive you." He said.

My eyes widened. I was moving School's?

When I realized the irony of the sentence I bit back a bark-like laugh. Normal kids could think the sentence and not have to think of mutants, evil scientists, experiments, medicine and hospitals.

But of course, I wasn't normal. I'd give a life (not mine) to be normal.

Well, to put it short, I was born in sunny Florida, about an hour north of Miami., right by Palm Beach. But my family wasn't exactly the richest around. They weren't even rich. We were quite poor, in fact.

One day, when I was 11, after coming back from a busy day at school, they broke the news to me. I was leaving to a special facility.

A facility that would give them a few thousands dollars if they handed me over. So they did. And now, I'm 14, a would-be freshman in High school, living in a very special facility.

One where they mutate kids, kill survivors (ones who snuck out of the School), feed mutated kids to the hounds, train mutated kids to fight to the death, run experiments on mutated kids that weren't killed, and many horrific things you wouldn't want to know.

Very special, don't you think. Specially demented, at least.

In the middle of my thoughts, a doctor walked in. And guess what this one did? You and I are very familiar with it.

He grabbed a shot from his pocket, and pushed it in my arm. Right in the crook of the elbow.

I think you know what happens next.

I fell unconscious.