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Evie sat and read her favorite book, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, for the thousandth time. She never got bored with it; it was the only thing she enjoyed. Reading.
It was her way out of this dreadful place. She looked around her surroundings. They hadn't changed for as long as she could remember. Sterile white walls, a metal cabinet and a steel frame bed surrounded her.
She yearned to see the places she had read of, the mountains, the ocean, the sun, the moon, stars...
Most of the people didn't know that she knew of the wonders of the outside world. She was told by Emily. Emily snuck in books for her so that she could read and learn more. Emily was one of her carers, but Evie preferred her to anyone else that worked there. She was sweet and caring towards her, and didn't look down upon her like some sort of experiment or a freak.
She knew she was different. She had been told by the people who 'looked after' her that she was special. She didn't like being different, though. She just wanted to be normal. So many unanswered questions always loomed over her; she had been told she would change the world one day, but they never said how. She was trained to shoot a rifle and to kill a man using one hit, but was never told why. She was told she was a pioneer, but didn't know what of.
She heard a loud noise and jumped, startled back to the present. She wasn't scared by it; they happened a lot, these loud noises and shouts. She could fall asleep to them, she was so used to them.
Another loud noise, this time louder. It seemed closer... It sounded like a gunshot, which she was an expert in.
Breath quickening, she tried to listen in to what was happening, but the door opened. Peter appeared and grabbed her off the floor. "Come on!" he said urgently. "We need to get you out of here!" He held her wrist, pulling her roughly out of her room and into the dark corridor.
The gunshots disappeared from earshot. She was confused. "W-what's going on?" She stuttered, scared of the reply. Peter was one of the decent members of the group of carers, but didn't seem the like person that would want to work with children. Even so, he was better than most of the people who worked here; he seemed to have some of his humanity left.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine, we just need you somewhere safer." he replied hurriedly, not even turning to speak to her.
She was led to what she knew as the control room, being greeted with cold, lifeless eyes. Mr. Simmons, the leader of the project.
"Ah, there you are!" He sounded annoyed already.
She stood at the door, knowing her place, not walking in without being told, speaking only when spoken to. She found that out the hard way.
"Please, come in, we're just having a few technical difficulties at the moment." he said gesturing towards her.
She was confused. What do gunshots have to do with technical difficulties? she asked herself.
"Don't worry, nothing we can't handle." He said in her ear, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. He gave a fake smile, kneeling at her level and looking at her. He touched the healing cut on her cheek, a punishment from a couple of days ago, and tutted.
"Someone didn't do what they were told, did they?" he asked, and she could hear the threat in his voice.
"No." she whispered, looking down to the floor. He raised his hand above her face, and she automatically flinched.
"No what?" he sneered, his voice full of dangerous promises.
"No, sir" she whimpered. She held her breath as his hand rose higher, ready to slap her harder, leaving bruises that lasted even longer...
All of a sudden a loud noise came, followed by another. It went silent, and then an almighty crash. The doors had been blown off, literally. She was pushed to the ground by Mr. Simmons, who had stood up and grabbed his gun from its holster.
The smoke cleared. There was a man there, dressed in black with an eye patch over one eye. He was holding a gun, pointing it straight her tormentor. "Mr. Jason Simmons, you are under arrest for breaching the UN law of 1999 of genetic modification and of severe child abuse. Put down your weapon, or you will be taken by force." he growled sternly, not taking his eye off him.
"Now, that's no introduction, is it? May I ask who you are?" Mr. Simmons asked slowly, still pointing his gun at the man.
"I am Director Nick Fury of S.H.E.I.L.D, and you are coming with me. Where is the girl?" he asked, sounding more agitated. She peeked her head just a little over the desk, curious at the mention of her.
Is he looking for me? she thought.
"She's not here. You won't get her, she's miles away by now" Mr. Simmons said.
"Now, we both know that isn't true," The man said calmly. "Come out, you won't get hurt." he called out.
She thought of standing up, but then she might get punished again. But he sounded so sure, she had to believe him, she needed to believe him. She wouldn't get hurt, this could be her way out of here.
She slowly rose from behind the desk. The man smiled and nodded. "You must be Evie, yes?" he asked looking at her.
She sheepishly nodded, glancing over at Mr. Simmons, who was still holding the gun.
"Wrong move, girl, you're gonna pay for that." he angrily said to her, reaching into his pocket.
Oh no-no no, not that, anything but that-! she pleaded in her head.
"Take one more move." the Fury guy challenged, clicking his gun. "You're outnumbered. All your employees have been arrested."
She gasped. What about Emily? she had done nothing wrong!
"You need to walk towards me, Evie, nothing will happen." Fury said reassuringly to her.
She thought about the dangers of moving, knowing what Mr. Simmons had in his pocket, the thing she was most scared of. But then, she thought of getting out of here, her prison.
She chose to walk forward across the large office. Fury smiled, still pointing the gun at Mr. Simmons.
"You make one more move..." Mr. Simmons threatened forebodingly.
She gulped and bravely took another step.
She regretted it, though. Before Fury could stop him, Mr. Simmons had taken the device that Evie most feared and pressed one button. She fell to the ground, screaming in pain, as electric currents blasted through her skull. The pain, oh, the pain was unbearable. She grasped her forehead as her eyesight got blurry. Fury aimed his gun quickly. He shot Mr. Simmons in the knee, making him curse and drop the remote, falling to the ground, clutching at his knee as blood seeped out of it.
Fury ran over to Evie. Evie was still cowering on the floor, the aftershock of the electricity lingering in her head, making her sleepy. The last thing she heard was Fury telling her it was going to be alright. Evie believed him, and if he was lying, she knew it couldn't get much worse than the hell she had lived. She dropped into a peaceful sleep, thinking of a new life that could be ahead of her.