Note that a few OCs will be included, and large chunks of the story will revolve around them, or be told from their POV. I have spent a lot of time on them them, and have experience writing them before (unpublished but still :P), so I hope this does not turn you off from reading this.

I'm really just testing the water with this, and may not continue it for quite awhile due to other projects I currently have going and intend to finish, as well as the fact that this story still needs a lot of planning.

Prologue

Darkness surrounded her, suffocating her, totally, and utterly engulfing her senses. Drowning, some might call it, but in drowning there is still some semblance of hope. Normal humans would have been rendered helpless in such complete darkness, but whatever she was now, it was not a normal human. The darkness was her home, and though it suffocated her, the light would bring her even greater suffering.

A metal door creaked open, the squealing overwhelming her senses. A faint, orange glow seeped into the shadowy cell. She shrunk away from it, chains jingling discordantly as they dragged across the metal floor. Even such faint light was uncomfortable to look at. The shadows of two men appeared in the doorway, their whispers carrying over to the dark corner where she sat, eyes squeezed shut and hands over her ears.

"Be careful; she's dangerous." One said, their voice still audible Dangerous… The guards that came by often called her that. Was that why they kept her here? She thought back for an answer, but everything before her captivity was blank, as it had always been. Perhaps she hadn't existed then, but surely that could not be true. If this was all she had ever been, then what reason would they have to find her dangerous?

"Dangerous?" The other scoffed. "She's chained up Doctor, she ain't doin' anything."

"You Talons have no idea what you're dealing with." The Doctor snapped. "This girl is dangerous even without the Master's help." Talons, Cyclonia. Those were words she'd hear often too. It felt as though she should know what they meant.

"Whatever, just get in there and get it over with." There were footsteps, and the men entered the room. The door shut behind them, and for one short, sweet moment, the darkness returned. She knew this comfort would not last. Not when he was here now. The Doctor walked towards her. Pain, that was all this squat old man brought to her. No doubt he was here to conduct the cruel experiments he called science.

He reached for his flashlight, and she lurched backwards, yanking the chins back as far as they would go. "Know what's coming, don't you?" A sickeningly sadistic smile crept over the Doctor's face. "It'll be quick, don't you worry." He held the flashlight directly over her eyes, and switched it on. The light seared her eyes, and she twisted away in agony. The Doctor switched the light off, and as her eyes readjusted to the darkness she could see that he looked pleased with the results.

"Now, subject, can you tell me who you are?" He asked. She opened her mouth to answer, unsure if her voice would even work after such a long period of disuse.

"No…" Her voice came out as quiet as a whisper. Again, the doctor seemed pleased.

"Perfect." He said, and gestured for the Talon to come closer. "Your knife, if you will." So this was how it was going to end, this brief life in the dark belly of Cyclonia. She closed her eyes. Maybe this was the way it was meant to be for her, a person or thing clearly too dangerous to be kept alive even. But death didn't come as expected, and instead, she felt the Doctor reach around her back. He grabbed hold of her long hair, and chopped of a sizeable amount. She saw as he handed it over to the Talon, that it was straight and black. "This should convince the Council she's really gone." The Doctor said to him. "And tell the Master that conditioning is complete. The subject is ready." There were more footsteps and a clang as they shut the door. She opened her eyes, alone again at last.

So he had known, he had known all along who she was, and kept it from her on purpose. She had a life once, and he had taken it all away from her, strangled it with his short chubby fingers, and he was going snuff out any memory of her all the same. Her heart beat quickened, fists tightening in their chains. She hung her head, teardrops silently falling to the floor one by one. As they pooled there, an image reflected off them, two glowing blue eyes the shade of a sky that she'd long forgotten.

She was not going be forgotten.

She was not going to let herself be forgotten.

Sooo, I realize this was quite a depressing start, but the story itself isn't going to get this dark for awhile. In fact, expect the first chapter to be quite a lot lighter than this. Plus you'll be seeing the Storm Hawks and some others next chapter. :D