Authors Notes: Well here is the other story I was telling you all about. This first chapter is an extremely dark chapter if the following bothers you then please skip this chapter and wait for the second one; Rape, Attempted Suicide and Experiments. This is not the type of chapter you would want to read with a younger sibling of any kind. This chapter is even darker than Lightning Fingers chapter 5 where Fate goes over her past life. Although to truly understand the struggles and fears that Fate has to go through reading this first chapter will help.

Warning: This chapter has extreme anguish that the character is being put through. This is not I repeat this is not something you would read with someone younger. After this chapter it does get better but I feel I have to put this warning in here just to be on the safe side.

This story is a Yuri/Shoujo-Ai/Girl Loving Girl types of story, if this bothers you then please find something more suitable for you to read.

Disclaimer: I do not own or make money from MGLN.

Now that I've taken up about half a page of just authors notes, I now present to you one of my new stories. I don't know if I should say enjoy the read or not.

ZR };-

The Power of Love

By

Zona Rose

Chapter 1 The Pain of Living

My life started at the age of nine… at least that's when I came out of the tube and breathed air. For the first few years, I learned motor skills, how to talk, how to recognize colors, objects and the like. Once I was educated to their satisfactory level, my life turned for the worse.

The first day, they brought me into the laboratory. I think I might've been 13, maybe 14. I'm really not sure. They would strap me to the flat table and take out needles and syringes and they would start poking them into me. Sometimes they would put things into me and other times, they were taking blood out of me. I never knew what they were doing to me. I just knew that it hurt.

This went on for several years. Slowly, it progressed to more complicated procedures of cutting me open while I was still awake and I could feel every single bit of pain they produced. When one of the men mentioned that I had all organs for reproduction, I did not understand what this meant, but I soon would after a few months when I started flowing blood between my legs. This scared me because I did not know or understand what it meant.

My cell is a 10 x 10 concrete room. My bed is some straw with a blanket and in the corner, I have a pot to excrement in; it is emptied every four days. While I was bleeding, I sat on it constantly not knowing what else to do.

After I was done bleeding for five or six days, a young man came into my cell. He told one of the attendants to take me out and hose me down as he didn't want me dirty for the next phase of my treatment. I was dragged out of my cell, taken to the water room, stripped of my clothing and put against the wall. The high-powered hose that they like to use was cold water and it hurt terribly when it would hit me. I would try to protect certain parts of me, but it didn't help because then they would just focus the water on those parts until I moved and expose the areas they originally wanted to hit. Over time, I just learned to stand there. It made things go faster and in the long run ended up being less painful.

After they were done hosing me down, they dragged me down the hall without my clothing back to my cell. I was shoved against the side wall and metal things were put on my wrists. These chains and cuffs had not been here when I left. They are new and must be part of my new treatment. After my arms and legs were secured to the wall, he started to touch me. First, he would touch my arms and then my sides and then he grabbed and squeezed my chest and I let out a scream of pain.

He smiled at my reaction and continued touching my body, then he came to the area that had been bleeding and started rubbing it. I didn't like the fact that he was touching me there. I asked him, no I begged him to stop touching me there, but he kept smiling and kept touching. After a while he seemed to become bored with this and started to get undressed.

I had never seen anyone else naked before. He looked different from me. He had something hard sticking out between his legs and for some reason it scared me. He lifted one of my legs up and held it at his elbow and proceeded to do the same with the other leg in the same fashion. At this point, I noticed that it was aiming straight at that spot he had just been touching. I didn't want it to go there, so I tried to move myself, but it only made him angry and he shoved me back into the wall. And then proceeded to shove himself into me. I had never felt such pain in all of my short life. I screamed in the agony until I had no more voice to scream, with tears streamed from my eyes until I had no more tears to cry.

He finally stopped and held himself inside of me. I could feel movement inside of me and I didn't like it. Then he starts moving again. Repeating what he had done to me earlier and when he was finished the second time, he pulled out of me. As I looked down, I saw blood and white stuff on him. The attendants took me down off the wall and laid me down on the bed. I was told not to move for a few hours and just lay there and let what he had done to me soak in.

This became my new daily routine. Sometimes it was one visit, but more or less it was more like two or three over the course of the day. I don't know how long he had been doing this to me when I started getting sick in the morning. When they noticed this, he stopped coming in to give me those treatments.

I started to notice changes to my body. My chest was getting bigger and my lower belly also started to grow. I was confused and scared at what was happening to me. Then something happened and I was in pain. I was sweating profusely, I was weak, and I couldn't even talk. After a while they noticed that I wasn't eating my every other day meal and came in to see what was wrong with me. When they saw my condition, they immediately brought me to the laboratory.

There, they continued to do tests only, but only to find out what was wrong with me and the pain became too great I passed out. When I came to, I could overhear them saying that I had, had a miscarriage and that they would try again on the reproduction phase of my treatments, but they were also going to give me a few weeks rest before starting.

His treatments restarted. It seemed to take longer this time for his treatments to take hold and start working. Again, I started getting sick in the mornings and he stopped visiting at that time. I knew to expect the growth of my chest and my lower belly. This time, they had gotten bigger than the first time. Everything seemed to be going well for them and then the pain came again and again they brought me to the laboratory. I have had another miscarriage.

This time they said that they would let me wait for about a year before starting the treatments again. In that time, I noticed that I had stopped growing, although that didn't stop other parts of me from developing as my chest grew bigger than before and I noticed other parts of me getting more finely toned and more defined.

Even though they stopped the treatments, it didn't mean that he stopped his perversions. He had other things to use on me to put in me, and that place wasn't the only place that he used these new things in. In time, it has started to become unbearable what he was doing to me.

True to their word, it probably was about a year before they started their treatments, but within that year I had tried to commit suicide twice and failed miserably. All I wanted to do was stop the pain that they were putting me through. Once the treatments had started up again, they were watching me carefully so I was unable to do any more attempts.

There was no sickness this time and he continued with his treatments until we both noticed that my belly had started to grow. At that point, he stopped his treatments and they kept a better eye on me to try and make sure I came to full term. Whatever was growing inside of me had started to move and I would touch my belly and rubbed it knowing that I had something growing within me. I still didn't understand what it was, but I knew that it was part of me, but I also knew that I didn't want it to go through the same pain and agony that I have had to go through my entire life.

With my hearing, I could hear its heartbeat and the sound of it would always comfort me knowing that I wasn't alone in this world. But then the unexpected happened again, its heartbeat stopped. I was able to get to the door to get their attention and they brought me to the laboratory again. They cut me open without waiting and pulled it out of me. When I looked, it was a small version of me… only its heart had stopped.

In my delusional mind, I wanted the pain to finally stop. I was able to get a hold of one of the knives and hid it. Once I was back in my cell and I knew that they had left me alone. I took it out and sliced my wrists down to the bone and waited for death to take me.

When I opened my eyes, I was walking out of darkness towards some light and there was a woman standing there in a white gown with Chestnut Brown hair swaying the breeze. When she turned around and saw me, she smiled and reached her hand out towards me. She had the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen and her smile was both in her face and in her eyes.

I reached my hand out to take hers, but then I felt something pull me backwards. She frowned at the fact that I was being pulled away from her. She was trying to say something to me, but I couldn't hear her. I did the only thing that I knew I could do at that point in time. I screamed out a plea to her.

"Save me! I don't want to go back to that pain. Please I don't want to live anymore. Please take me with you. Find me and save me I beg of you." The last part I had said in broken tears as I knew I was being pulled back to a life I did not want.

When I awoke from the abyss that I was in, I was strapped to one of the laboratory tables. They had bandaged up my wrists and my body naturally healed itself. I was once again living a life I no longer wanted to live.

After a week of being strapped to the table, they did surgery on me. They opened my lower belly again and removed something from me saying they would continue the reproduction treatments in the same way that they had created me and the others.

What others? That was all I could think of as I endured the pain of more surgery. I don't remember there being anyone else, but myself and those that did things to me. After a while, I was brought back to my room again and those treatments continued day in and day out, month after month, year upon year. I saw no end in sight.

The only way I knew that time was progressing forward was the people around me were growing older as I stayed the same age. Why was I different from them that I still remained and looked 20 years old? What made me different from everyone else?

It was just another day of torture for me as instead of using himself to penetrate me, he would use other things. Today he was using something that hurt tremendously as it was too big for where he was trying to put it. All I could do was let my tears roll down my cheeks as I waited for the pain to continue as I was sure that it was only going to increase with each thing that he used in me.

As he was getting ready to proceed with whatever it was planned for me that day, we heard screaming down the Hall and running feet. I didn't recognize the sounds of these feet as they had a different weight; almost like they were booted instead of the shoes that everyone else wears.

My door was busted down and went skidding across the floor. As two people came storming in, one of them with a rifle pointed it at the man and a woman in a military style uniform.

I did not know what to make of this. I guess I just expected them to treat me the same way as everyone else had. The woman came running over to me taking off her jacket. She draped it over the front of me to give me some cover. Noticing what he had put into me, she carefully and gently pulled it out. I continued to cry in both relief and pain.

Wrapping her arms around me to help support me, she undid my shackles and slowly she knelt to the floor. For the first time someone had put their arms around me to comfort me… for the first time in my life someone wanted to help me.

After the other man had secured the one that had been torturing me, she ordered him to grab the blanket from the other side of the room. When he started to approach, I subconsciously started to shiver, shake, and cringe away from him. He seemed to notice that he was disturbing me and quickly stepped away after handing her what she had asked for.

Wrapping it around me she gently picked me up and cradled me in her arms. I rested my head on her shoulder taking in her scent and that's when I recognized who this woman was. She was the same one that I had seen when I had tried to commit suicide. She has the same fragrance, the same kindness, and as I looked at her face, I could see that it really was her. She had the same beautiful blue eyes and her hair, once we got into the light in the hallway was the same beautiful Chestnut Brown, but instead of it free-flowing like I remembered, it was put into a side ponytail. But that was all right, it was the same woman that I had that vision of all those years ago.

"You found me. You saved me like I hoped you would. Thank you."

She smiled down at me as she continued to walk. When I noticed she was headed towards an area I was forbidden to go near and was told if I went to the door that I would die. Realizing that, that's where she was headed I started to panic thinking that I was going to die before getting to know her. She seemed to sense my panic and tightened her hold on me.

"It's all right as long as you're with me, no one will ever hurt you again. I promise you this okay?"

I turned my face so that I wouldn't see the horrors that awaited me on the other side of the door. After a few minutes, she stopped walking and was standing there. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around to see what it was that was going to devour me. But all I saw was a vast blue ceiling above me with white puffy things floating. I think it's called a sky and those white things are clouds?

As I continued to look around, I noticed there were other people walking around and running around most of them were men. Upon realizing this, my body started to tremble uncontrollably. She tightened her arms around me and smiled down at me to let me know that I was safe.

She started walking again and set me down on a soft bed. She pulled the sheet up over me, smiled and then started to turn away. I didn't realize how fast I could move until I was suddenly grabbing her arm.

"Don't leave me please… not again. I might not be able to see you again. Please don't leave me. I don't think I could bear if you left me again."

She had a questioning look on her face as she moved back over to kneel down and caressed my face. "It's okay. I need to go check on some things inside and then I will be back. I don't plan on going anywhere. You'll see me again I promise."

I felt something on my shoulder and a woman in a lab coat had put a needle in my arm. I started to feel drowsy and finally I knew no more.

Authors Notes: Well here is the end of another chapter. As soon as I am done with chapter 2 and have it beta read I will post it ASAP. I now no longer have a timeline on when my stories will be updated, so when I get a chapter done and it gets back to me then I will post.

Please leave a review all positive criticism is welcomed and any negative reviews or flames will be ignored. I do not see positive criticism as anything bad it can only help me grow as an author and a writer. I know someone who had read this in its raw form said that I needed to elaborate a little bit more on this chapter. Until I can get back with that person on what they were talking about I will leave this chapter as is.

Until the next chapter enjoy the read.

In Love & Light,

Zona Rose };-

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