I watched the colors flash on the top as it spun round and round. Slowly it raised into the air, spinning faster and faster. I heard the door creak open, but I ignored it, watching the top. I saw the doctor's white trench coat from the corner of my eye. The top halted, sitting still in the air before it dropped clattering against the metal table.

"Incredible." His thick German accent was notable but understandable.

He walked over to me, clapping his hands with a smirk on his lips. Reaching me, he placed his glove-covered fingers on my chin, tilting my head up to face him. His eyes were dark; they seemed lifeless as they stared back into mine.

"One of God's little miracles." He smiled, his teeth barely showing.

The look his his eyes, the tone in his voice . . . they haunted me. I could feel nothing good was going to come of this. His fingers slowly pulled away from my skin, and he looked behind me. The smirk still firm on his lips, he had a devilish look in his eyes.

"Get her hooked up, let's see what makes this little abomination tick." His voice was dark and deep.

I felt myself being lifted up into the air, taken from the cold metal chair. I tried to scream, to fight back, but my mouth was gagged, my small fragile arms pinned behind me. Two large men in black outfits strapped me to a hard metal bed, my arms pinned to my sides. Tears fell freely from my eyes. Then the men led me out of the room, down a long winding hallway with white walls and blinding lights.

A door opened and they turned me to it, pushing me in. Another metal cot much like the one I was on stood in the middle of the room. This one had wrist restraints as well as ankle, waist, and leg ones. My eyes darted around the room, terrified. There were needles, tubes, and sharp objects everywhere. The large men pulled me from the cot I was on and pinned me to the other. Once the gag was removed from my mouth I started to scream.

They muffled my scream with a piece of wood, then tied my gag over it. Tears blurred my vision; I could feel the cold metal scraping against my pale skin. There was a strong smell of disinfectant that wafted through my nose and turned my stomach.

I was six years old. I didn't understand what I had done to deserve this. Why was I being hurt, restrained? I hadn't done anything wrong. I never hurt anyone. I wanted my mommy, but she was gone. My father had brought me to this place, saying I was different, saying that they'd fix me..

Pain shot through me. I tried to scream, but it came out as a moan. A man with long, black rubber gloves and a matching apron appeared in front of me. His eyes were pure black, just like his hair, Skin tanned and weathered and long pink scar reached across from his right eye to his left cheek a slight mark on his bridge of his nose. He pulled the mask down, uncovering the rest of his nose and mouth. He grinned at me.

"This is going to hurt a lot." I could hear the enjoyment in his voice.

The pain exploded throughout my body. I felt the air drain from my body. I struggled to breathe as my body became tense. I could feel my body shaking as my vision blurred, until everything went black.

I sat up straight, panting for air and tugging at my night gown as if it would help me breath. I could feel the beads of sweat drip down my face, making a trail down my cheek. I took a couple long deep breaths, trying to calm myself from that horrible memory. I saw those terrors every night when I closed my eyes, and nothing ever changed.

It had been fifteen years to the day from that horrifying memory. Fifteen years since I'd been abandoned by my father, fifteen years of sick and demented torture. Fifteen years within which nothing but my age and height had changed. I was still locked up in the prison they called a hospital. Every day I was forced into demonstrating my powers, growing them, training them. Every week I had to get extractions and tests and after all these fifteen years they still hurt as much as that first day.

They called the hospital a place for me to be fixed. I called it a prison; my own personal hell.

Note: Prologue Edit Credit goes to fearest