Hey guys!

I am still looking for a beta, so I'm sorry if this chapter is not up to your standards.

I also apologize for the delay in uploading this chapter. I know I promised a few of you that I'd be updating last week but I had a virus on my computer and I had to get that sorted before I could post this chapter. I just thank my lucky stars that I had it saved on my flash drive instead of on the computer itself. I'm going on holiday tomorrow for a long weekend, woo! We're going to the seaside. =D

Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters belongs to Stephenie Meyer. So greedy...


Previously:

PRESENT DAY

Silence was held in the room of extrasensory individuals. Everyone was speechless and heavy tension hung stagnant in the room as Esme changed the flash drive containing the footage to the next. There were at least another fifty clips to watch containing far worse scenarios featuring Isabella Swan.

Psycho-kinetics Analysis of Subject 3 – 10th Oct 1994

The same girl lay in a plain hospital cot with white sheets. Though nearly two years had passed, she looked unchanged. Still too small, still malnourished, still empty.

Her large black obsidian eyes stared unseeingly at the ceiling. The irises were completely black and so large that you couldn't see the whites of her eyes. A result of never seeing the sunlight, or perhaps a physical enhancement the doctor devised to make her vision pre-eminent and super sensative.

Her heartbreakingly doleful eyes looked disproportional on her small heart shaped face. Apart from the nervous worrying at her lip, one would think the girl was deceased. Her heart beats barely rocked her chest and her breath was so shallow it was surprising she could be filling her lungs sufficiently.

It was two hours later of inactivity before a nurse walked into the little girl's bedroom.

"Good morning Bella," she said softly.

The girl known as Bella sat up in her bed and swung her legs around methodically. She barely spared the nurse a glance, let alone a greeting.

The nurse sighed in disappointment but lovingly brushed the little girl's hair up into a ponytail. After she had tamed the waist length mass of curls she placed a kiss on her head.

"You will have to speak again someday soon, sweetheart. I miss your beautiful voice." She continued to look at her in concern.

"You know that it is aggravating Dr. Volturi more and more each day?" There was still no reply, just a small flash of fiery defiance in the girl's eyes, which disappeared so fast it could have been imagined.

The nurse sighed again, "I just don't want you to get hurt anymore than you already have been."

The girl finally looked at the nurse with some emotion, a brightening in her eyes, although what kind of emotion could not be certain, for her facial features were as impassive as ever.

The nurse knew she was fighting a losing battle. She tried everyday to get Bella to open up sans result.

Rising to her feet, the nurse walked to the door and looked back, despairingly, at the girl sitting on the bed. Bella got shakily to her feet and followed the nurse silently out of the door.

They entered into a new room in the west wing of the building.

This new room was padded and white and it was apparent she was to train in this room.

On the floor lay objects of variable dimensions and mass. She could figure that she'd have to practice her telekinetic abilities. It was her worst type of training because she had not yet developed the skills to lift or slide anything, without deadly repercussions to her mind and body.

It peeved the Doctor to no end that he was failing his pursuit. He had made all the necessary adjustments to her genetic make-up for the psycho kinesis to function, yet her natural ability to protect and shield her mind and body remained a predicament. She could not remove this shield from her brain temporarily without exorbitant strain on her body to use telekinesis.

The Doctor was a greedy man and did not want to remove her shield permanently, for it was an invaluable gift in itself. She would be impenetrable if ever interrogatedwith both abilities. Nobody would ever be able to get into her mind, not even other psychically enhanced beings.

Therefore, with psychokinetic abilities in addition to her shield, she would inevitably be an indestructible weapon.

So the Doctor continued his research with trial and error, and the inhumane suffering he inflicted on the poor little child did not deter him in the least. He was in no hurry to complete his research for he had her whole childhood to perfect it.

With subject three, Dr. Volturi kept making mistake after mistake. It had been two years since he had first mutated her DNA to make her telekinetic and he was quickly losing his patience .He knew it would be a while before he perfected the transformation, yet he still wasn't making the slightest bit of progress. In the space of two years he had tried operating on her brain, he had tried electric shock therapy, psychotropic drugs, meditation, gene mutation… you name it, and he had tried it. But the Doctor had the mentality that everything is possible. So he kept pressurising Bella to keep trying to contract the shield from her brain, despite the seizures and internal bleeding it caused.

He came to the conclusion that maybe it wasn't him that wasn't trying hard enough. It was the girl that wasn't trying.

Bella stood in the centre of the room. The nurse left hurriedly, not wanting to be present when the girl got angered or hurt. Not even Dr. Volturi was present in the room. He stood in one adjacent to her with a one-way mirror and microphone. She was becoming more and more dangerous after being genetically enhanced, that not many people dared to approach her. When she got angered or upset her shield would expand like the impact from an atomic bomb. Anyone in its trajectory is likely to get hurt or possibly even face death. The shield was a great defence mechanism.

"Good Morning Subject Three," the Doctor greeted pleasantly and then took a sip of his bitter black coffee.

She ignored him bravely, but of course he hadn't expected her to reply anyway, she hadn't spoken aloud to anybody in over a year.

Dr. Volturi's hand tightened infinitesimally around the mug as a theory came to him out of the blue.

He had been contemplating for years now how her shield worked. It was akin to a nebulous barrier around her brain, protecting her. They had tried constricting the barrier to make it disappear and the results had been inconclusive and ineffectual, but perhaps if she expanded it so that it was still protecting her but also the object, it could be possible that the object inside the vacuum would then not be considered a threat, therefore enabling her to manoeuvre it psychokinetically.

A cold sweat congregated on his palms and forehead at the possibility that he could be making a breakthrough with his experiment. He also hadn't overlooked the possibility that if his theory was correct, her shield could be far more advantageous than he first apprehended. If she could expand her shield over an object, what could stop her from shielding a group of people?

Eager to attest his theory Dr. Volturi discarded his coffee and concentrated on the girl

"Okay, fine. We shall begin. Pick up those marbles by your feet."

She bent to pick them up but froze when he screamed at her, "without your hands for god's sake. You stupid child." Maybe his eagerness was getting the best of him.

She stood up and levelled a glare at the glass whilst the Doctor took a few calming breaths.

After a few seconds, Bella looked at the marbles and focused on their centre of gravity whilst contracting the barrier doctor Volturi insisted was around her brain, trying to get the glass spheres to rise. The longer she focused the more her upper head tingled.

For a minute or two nothing happened, so she looked at Dr. Aro Volturi for further instruction.

"Don't look at me. Look at the marbles. You aren't even trying." he goaded.

She huffed and looked at them again. This time she focused on the centre of gravity again until her face puckered up and turned puce. The pressure inside her skull built and built until she thought she would pass out. And those damn balls still wouldn't even budge an inch.

"You won't be able to do it like that dear. You have to try and relax the barriers in your mind. Imagine an elastic band constricted around your brain and try and stretch it over the marbles, and then focus on the point," he said.

She took deep calming breaths before trying again. She was annoyed that he hadn't told her that information before. He used to instruct her to squeeze the barrier as close to her brain as possible. It was suffocating.

"Stretch it out over the marbles and then focus on them Subject three." He always called her Subject Three. Never by her name. If it were up to him she wouldn't have ever had a name. It was her nurse that named her. To the Doctor she was an object, nothing more. Her feelings didn't count for anything. He had once told her that she was a waste of space, that even her parents hadn't wanted her, but at least now she had a purpose to better science.

She continued these exercises on the marbles for hours without success. Her head felt like it was being torn open. She just couldn't get the barriers of her brain to withdraw. And by three in the afternoon she was swaying on her feet and had only managed to make the marbles vibrate.

"You are useless," Aro Volturi shrieked impatiently at the girl, it didn't sit well with him that his theory could have been wrong. Aro Volturi was never wrong. "If you do not complete this task in the next half hour I will never allow you to see Alice and Rose ever again," he roared and his spittle flecked the glass on his side of the mirror.

Bella didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing that he had affected her, so she managed to choke down the tiny sob that threatened to tear out of her throat and wiped the snot mingling in with the blood from her over exertion on her grey scrubs. Alice and Rose were the only two people she had in the world. And Dr. Volturi was a thorough man. She wouldn't put it past him to do something that despicable. After all, cutting up children and experimenting on them was an everyday job to him.

"Again," he barked.

Despite the colossal pain she was already in, Bella knew she couldn't fail. She squeezed her eyes shut tight at the horrendous stabbing pain as she tried to push the barriers encasing her brain away. It felt exponentially worse than the times she had brain freeze, from the ice cold water her nurse sometimes brought in during the summer as a treat, and she'd greedily gulped it down. It felt like her head had been plunged in a tub full of ice. The kind that they used in POW camps to torture information out of the enemies. She had read about it in books. Books were a luxury to her and the only things she had to enlighten her about an outside world. They absolutely fascinated her.

Finally she concentrated back on the balls and felt some progress as she felt more pressure on her skull. It felt similar to an elastic band expanding. The band so taut and ready to snap. Just like her brain felt as if it were about to explode. It was excruciating, but she had come so far to go back. She had to do it for her friends.

Warm blood trickled from her nose and ears, hitting the white floor grotesquely. As she strained harder and harder, her breathing grew louder and her brain starved itself of oxygen. The pressure increased and the invisible elastic-like barrier withdrew a few inches from her body, nearly covering the marbles. She could feel it and it gave her a little optimism that she might finally be able to pull this off. Definitely not for Dr. Volturi, but for her friends.

Not once did Dr. Volturi tell her to stop, even though the danger was clearly visible. She was just moments away from having a seizure.

He watched cravingly as the marbles started to vibrate.

The white spots behind her closed eyelids grew until all she could see was light, so before she passed out she imagined the marbles at her feet and focused on their point of gravity. She pictured a leaf floating in the wind, weightless, until the feeling overtook her too. Into a weightless place she went, where there were no doctors or tests or operations. She dreamt of a place far away from here.

Subject Three had fallen into a coma. Spasms rocked her little body and blood streamed from her nose as she had a seizure on the floor.

Dr. Volturi took a few seconds to gloat in his victory before entering the training room to retrieve the child in perilous danger of brain damage.

PRESENT DAY

Esme turned the lights back on after watching the videos recorded on Bella, Subject Three. The videos dated right up to the 20th May 2006. A week prior to the date Doctor Aro Volturi disappeared four years ago. Edward looked over at two of his friends. They had been mentioned occasionally in the clips.

Rose and Alice sat close to each other looking at walls on either side of the room. Neither would look at the other people in the room. Their hands were tightly clasped together, very much like in one of the videos.

It was a sign of unity.

Alice was sad and Rose was angry like many of the other people in the room.

They had each been experiments for Aro Volturi at some point in their lives, however for most of them there had been a choice. What had happened to Bella and the other girls he adopted went far beyond what anyone could comprehend.

It disgusted Edward. He was far from being an innocent man himself, yet he was livid that somebody could torture children like that. As far as Edward was concerned, Aro Volturi was worse than any rapist or murderer.

Would the children have been better off dead? Naturally he would have said 'no,' but the suffering that poor girl went through made him consider otherwise.

That girl would never be happy. Her whole childhood had been stolen.

Esme was the first to break the hostile silence in the room.

"Any questions?" she asked timidly.

"What happened to her?" Emmett asked. He may have looked big and intimidating, yet he was definitely the most compassionate of the group aside from Carlisle and Esme.

"She escaped when the government came after my ex-husband," Esme said.

"Where is she now?" Alice asked.

"In a small town called Forks, in Washington."

It was silent for a few seconds.

"So is that all?" Esme asked.

Nobody answered.

"Good, because I want you, Edward, to find her and bring her here. She is in danger. The government has just tracked her down. They want her dead. Your flight leaves tonight." She said matter of factly.

"What? No. Absolutely not. Why me?" Edward choked. He hadn't said a word the whole meeting. He definitely hadn't expressed a desire to look after her.

He was the least equipped for it. They all knew Edward was a brooding bastard. Sure, he was a fighter and a leader but there wasn't anything loveable in him. What would make her trust him to bring her to safety? He couldn't even remember the last time he had smiled. The girl would take one look at him and run in the opposite direction.

"Edward we can't all go after her. She will be frightened enough as it is. She will need somebody that she can trust. You have to make her see that we are only trying to help her," Esme preached whilst Carlisle rubbed her shoulders.

"I doubt it was ever in her plans to come back to one of the places she was tested either," Carlisle chipped in sarcastically.

"Furthermore, she is extremely dangerous and you are the most talented person and are also the best fighter. I really need you to protect her Edward. I feel it's my duty to protect those poor little girls. I need to make amends for never discovering what that monster was doing! I can't believe I was married to that...that bastard for eight years! I failed them!" Esme seethed, quite out of her nature.

Alice had moved to her side to comfort her, to hold her hand.

He surely thought that Alice would have been a better nominee for the job, and he didn't hesitate to voice it.

"No Edward. I know she might remember Alice. But she might think it's a trap to lure her back to Aro. And besides, I have faith in you to bring her back. I know you can fight a group of government operatives alone and come out on top. It's the only way I see this working. If things get out of hand, and you need back up the team here will of course assist you when requested."

Edward hesitated a few moments while he thought about the situation. It's not that he didn't want to protect the girl. He truly did. He just had mixed emotions about bringing her back to a place she feared. It didn't seem fair to bring her back to a place of torture when she had only just escaped four years ago. Who was he to rip her away from the new life she might have created for herself?

"I don't think we have thought this through properly Esme-" he started but Esme interrupted him.

"We have. Carlisle and I discussed this thoroughly. If you want we can cast a vote. Those in favour of helping Bella?"

Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Emmett, Jasper and a few others in the room raised their hands, leaving only Rose and Edward in the minority.

Edward sighed in resignation and rubbed his hands over his face.

"I'm sorry Edward, but she really does need our help. She is lethal, but she can only use her abilities for so long before her mind shuts down in fatigue. You saw the toll using her abilities had on her. It was devastating. They will use that against her. If she defeats them once, do you really think they will let her live? They know she's enhanced. They aren't going to go easy on her. They're scared of her and what she's capable of."

Edward was beginning to realise that maybe Esme was right. First and foremost, Bella deserved safety. She had undergone too much trauma in her life. It might be easier this way if she was under their protection, he thought.

Esme could see the slight softening in Edwards's eyes, so she handed him over the piece de resistance.

Edward looked at the photo she had handed him. It was a picture of the girl, now a young woman, and in the bottom right hand corner the date told him it was taken only a week prior.

The petite young woman was wrapped amicably around an older gentleman's back. It looked as if he were giving her a piggy back ride or possibly that they had just been play fighting. The man had a rather comical moustache. It didn't escape Edwards's notice that they were laughing and looking at each other in familial admiration. It warmed his heart to think that maybe she had found somebody that cared. A father figure.

But the thing that affected Edward the most was that she was utterly beautiful.


Thank You for reading! I hope you liked it. Please give me feedback. It will give me incentive to write faster.

Next chapter will have Bella in the present.

Once again I apologize for the delay. I also apologize for any mistakes I have made. I haven't had time to proof read this, and I guessed that after your patience you deserved something, even if it had mistakes.

Hope you are all having a great Summer!

Kiki,

xox