I awoke with a massive headache and a strange feeling of being completely wet. I also felt like I was floating, like I was in water. I shook my head, but the motion was slow and I felt resistance. I opened my eyes, but everything was blurry, like I was looking through really thick glass. I looked down and nearly had a heart attack as I took in the scene unfolding before me. I was floating in a giant class canister filled with a strange liquid with a pink tint and was in nothing but my boy shorts and camisole. Test tubes were running the length of my body, some drawing my blood while others put some unknown liquid into me in its place. A mask connected to the top of the tank covered my mouth and nose, which explained why I could breathe. A chain attached to the bottom of the glass cage was locked around my ankle and made sure I was in a constant state of being submerged underwater.

My breath came in short gasps as I felt the panic set in. Mt fists pounded the inch-thick glass cylinder surrounding me, but the tubes hindered my movement and the pink water lessened the impact of my fists. I tried screaming, but all that came out was a muffled cry. Monitors in the room outside picked up my increased heartbeat and started beeping frantically. A nurse who looked to be in her mid-thirties peeked her head in the door on the opposite side of the room from me. When she saw me, her jaw dropped in surprise.

"You aren't supposed to be awake yet. What are you doing? Stop thrashing around like that! You'll mess up the mutagen flow." By this time, the nurse had stormed into the room and was typing frantically on a computer hooked up to my water-cage.

"Help!" I cried. "Please, get me out of here! Where am I? What do you want with me?" A dozen questions tried to force themselves out of my mouth at once, but thanks to the mask and the pink liquid, all that the nurse heard was a jumble of gargled words. She clucked her tongue and ignored me, shaking her head.

"Honestly, do all mutants have to freak out like this? Her vitals are way off, thanks to her little fit." The nurse talked to herself as the finished typing.

'Mutants?' 'Mutagen?' What was going on here? Suddenly, the white sterile walls and unforgiving steel-topped tables and giant monitors in the room surrounding me looked very unwelcoming. What was this place, some sort of sick lab owned by a maniac psycho who experimented on unsuspecting New York citizens? All at once, everything was just too much. I started crying as I pleaded with the nurse to set me free. When she continued to ignore me, I gave up pounding at the glass and curled into a floating ball in a strange liquid with test tubes sucking all the blood out of my body and replacing it with something called mutagen.

It was a strange sensation, crying while in water. Your body went through all the same motions that would usually result in racking sobs and tears streaming down your face, but you never got the pleasure of feeling your tears trickle down your cheeks and fall from your chin, watching as your sadness steadily escapes your body and falls onto your shirt. I don't know who long I was there, adding my salty tears to the pink liquid surrounding me, but eventually the nurse left. After a few moments, she came back with a tall man in a black trench coat and sunglasses. I recognized him from the news: Mr. Sacs, owner of Sacs Industries, Sacs Construction, and Sacs Enterprises. He was one of the wealthiest men in the nation, and easily one of the most well known. What was he doing here?

I tried to compose myself, but it's not easy to look dignified when you're scared out of your mind, floating in pink water, hooked up to at least twenty test tubes literally sucking the life out of you, and are wearing nothing but your underwear. Sacs studied me carefully, taking in everything from the mutagen traveling sluggishly from the test tubes into my bloodstream to my short, spiky hair floating in the liquid.

"How long has she been like this?" he asked the nurse. His voice was cold, calculating, devoid of any emotion.

"Awake or in the process of being mutated?"

"The latter."

"Two weeks, sir."

My heart skipped a beat. 'Two weeks? I can't have been asleep for two weeks! That's physically impossible…right?'

"How close is she to complete mutation?"

"One month, sir. Give or take a few days."

"Are you sure this one will work? I won't accept another failure."

"Yes, sir. The mutagen Master Shredder provided was more than enough for what you wanted. Her test results are exactly as they should be."

"I should hope so, for your sake" Sacs growled. He gave my trembling form one last look over before turning on his heel and storming out of the room. The nurse let out a deep sigh and turned to me.

"I'm really sorry about this." She said. Before I could ask any questions, she pushed a button on the computer and an electric shock ran through the liquid in my tank. The shock ran up and down my spine, filled my mind, and before I could scream in pain, I blacked out.