Authoress Note: It's been so long since I last wrote on her but I am back and I am so inspired! I hope you enjoy this story as I have fun with it every day I put the pen to paper to make it for you all. Much love!!!
Prologue
The rain trickled down outside of the cavern in which the platinum blonde teenager resided. Her body tossed and turned until she awoke startled and crying and horror. She had that dream again. The one that scared her to no end and made her cry for help in a dizzying spell of illusion. It always had the same clips. Some she remembered clearly. Others were like déjà vu from some other lifetime. She started by reliving the implantation of the monster known as yoma inside of her body. She remembered the surgery that she had to endure with very little anesthesia whatsoever. She remembered the nights that she tossed and turned, writhing in agony as the yoma entity merged with her body. But the other memories were completely foreign.
And were worse than the prior apparitions.
She was shocked and horribly burned with cattle prods as her handler Ororo looked onwards. She clutched at him but he left as she endured pain so searing it bought on nose bleeds and made her blackout. She saw Ororo hold her head underwater as she struggled for air and as blood escaped from her burning lungs, she was allowed to breathe. She watched hours of seemingly nonsense slides and pictures of gruesome slaughter. She was locked in a cage with badly morphing warriors, in piles of waste and blood, in a stench so foul that she vomited. And next she stood in the same spot, covered head to foot in the blood of her ill-fated peers as her eyes glowed golden.
All of these memories were hers to dream.
Miata, the former number four of the Organization.