Chapter 2

The last thing she remembered before passing out was her chest being ripped open. Again. For some reason they kept trying to understand how her body worked although they had already literally dissected her, the only anomaly compared to a human body being the lack of reproductive organs. She suspected it was now out of pleasure of seeing her suffer, there was nothing left they could learn, they had tested everything...multiple times.

When she woke up in a grey room lying on a bed with no restraints, she new something was off. She never got anything softer then concrete and there was always a means of restraining her to maximum a few feet from where she was. Her mismatched eyes searched the room for anything menacing but all she found apart from the bed was an enormous mirror covering almost the entirety of a wall. It had been so long since she'd seen her self... she got up and walked shakily over to the mirror, touching the tips of her fingers to the reflection. What she saw didn't really surprise her, she was wearing dark shorts and a sport's bra, her pale skin littered with scars. Except her face, they had made it an unbreakable rule that no permanent damage could be made to her face, this resulted in her face looking exactly the same as all those years ago when they had first taken her, fine features, full lips, high cheekbones, mismatched eyes, one a luminescent green almost turquoise, the other a silvery grey with flecks of black and white, all of it framed with long indigo curls. Except something had changed, the eyes were different...darker, they held a reminiscence of the nightmares they had seen. They had lost their innocence.

A few seconds after she had gotten up, a wall panel slid back to reveal a woman in jeans and a comfortable looking sweater, she had a smile plastered all over her face and looked so stressed she could have had pure caffeine running through her veins. She stepped into the room and spoke: "Hey, I know things haven't been easy lately..." well that's a bit of an understatement "but I was wondering if you could tell us a few things about yourself... like your name...or how you got to that cave..." Her name, it had been such a long time since someone had even asked for it, she had always been the thing or the demon among other nastier things, but her real name...Yther...Its not like she was going to say anything, whenever she spoke bad things happened. She went to sit back down on the bed and watched the other woman without saying a word. The woman was starting to feel uncomfortable so she asked again "we're trying to figure out what happened to you so that we can help you...", Elysha still sat motionless without uttering a word for few minutes then laid down and completely ignored the other woman.

Fury had been watching the young woman from behind the window for about twenty minutes when she woke up. Agent Romanov had brought her back about an hour before then but he couldn't get out of the meeting he had been stuck in. He didn't know what to think of her yet. The reports had come back from the site where she was found, apparently in the back of the cave where she was kept there was a door that led to another room, entirely lined with shelves on which sat a vast collection of conserved human body parts, from bones to flesh samples to entire limbs. The odd thing about it was that all of them seemed to come from identical bodies, to the tenth of an inch, so either someone had found octuplets and decided to lop them up into pieces losing some of them along the way, either they all came from one person who had incredible healing and regenerating abilities and who had been chopped up for scientific purposes. The second seamed more likely since another strange fact was that the two rooms were connected to an old Hydra base that SHIELD knew to have been abandoned more than seventy years ago and finding octuplets back then would have been impossible. However if someone had healing and regenerating abilities they may have been able to survive that long without normal human resources(food and water basically).

From what Natasha had told Fury and from the little research that had been conducted on them, the pins that had kept the young woman's body open were coated in some kind of unidentified substance. Fury was guessing that someone had been leading experiments and had been preforming research on the indigo haired girl's healing ability. They had somehow found a substance that stopped the regeneration while in contact with the blood or skin. Having been abandoned for so long, the body must have just shut down.

While watching the interaction between the women he came to the conclusion that she probably wasn't going to be speaking anytime soon and would be of no use until then. If his theory was right and all the samples came from her body they had lots to work on. They were in the process of checking, having collected some DNA from her and running it through a few test and comparing it to the DNA from the samples. Now the question came of what to do with her? If they left her in the detention chamber, she would never open up, it was too unfriendly, cold and not meant for long term holding. But it wasn't like they could just let her out into the world, first she wouldn't bee able to deal with it and then there was the tiny little fact that they had no freaking idea of her powers' extent, if she was even human and there were a lot of other thing they were clueless about for now. Then it hit Fury like a brick, why not just put her in the high security holding floor with the two other not exactly humans having suffered major brain problems. She'd fit right in.

Loki had been stuck in in the tower for four months now and was becoming even more restless than he was naturally, he had read through all of the interesting books in the library and was now considering the ones he had deemed to be uninteresting, which were very few by the way and comprised mostly of dictionaries and such. His magic was bound by some odd device planted at the base of his spine so he was utterly bored and couldn't even prank someone with his magic. He had to admit that the idea of Bucky with fluorescent pink hair was very tempting. Bucky, the man who lived in the same prison (lets face it, it was well disguised but that's what it was), now he proved to be a little more interesting, he avoided talking as much as possible and got unreasonably defensive when the topic of his arm was approached, even with a ten foot pole and a hazmat suit. He clearly had suffered some sort of trauma and Loki was pretty sure he didn't have all his head. And no matter how interesting from afar, Bucky didn't seem to want to socialize so he let him be.

Which left Loki bored out of his mind. And a bored Loki is not a good thing because when his brain isn't occupied it wanders, either planning mischief or delving into memories. Right now it had decided of it's own accord that remembering all the painful moments between the discovery of his Jotun heritage and his capture by SHIELD agents. To say there were few would be a wild understatement. He was wallowing in depressing and torturous thoughts when Jarvis made an announcement. It was a rare occurrence even though it was the only means of communication SHIELD used to inform them of anything, so Loki started pretty bad when he heard the disembodied voice. Apparently he and Bucky were going to have a new companion and if they were to do anything remotely suspicious towards her, they would be neutralized in the following minutes. Yay! Another whack job to add to the collection.

Bucky was in his shower after a long session in the gym when Jarvis announced the arrival of a new "guest". He and Loki had been informed upon arrival that Jarvis was a communication system, the only reason they knew this was that one of the previous guests had freaked out so much when he heard it the first time that he almost ripped through the hole floor causing major damage to the towers internal structure. The repairs had been made so that a similar event wouldn't take place but, as they say, better safe than sorry, therefor the warning. He was curious as to the new occupant. All he knew was that she was of the feminine gender, hopefully she wouldn't be half as mad as Loki.

AN: Good luck with that Buck, she might even be more twisted than Loki. Here's another chapter, feel free to point any mistakes you might see and give some advice if you feel like it, I'll give chocolate to anyone who does because chocolate is awesome and don't you dare contradict me because it is. Anyway have fun with whatever you're doing wether it is "studying" or lazing about or planning mass murder, just please don't sue me on that last one, I'm not inciting anyone to go kill anybody, just saying that its not impossible.

Just kidding, don't do it. Seriously don't do it... or drugs, they're bad for you. Killing someone too but then it gets technical cause its more on the psychological and legal side of things. Anyway I'm rambling and my roommate has started meowing the star wars music so I think I'm going to leave you guys now.

Have fun and don't kill anybody. Except if they hurt a kitten, then you get to kill them (torture them in the process too).