((AN: Hey, Ivy here! This ones a bit longer, I hope you enjoy!))

Power, protection and security; gun.

Halfway through the car ride I am blindfolded and handcuffed. I am used to it, but this time there's something different. The new guy is blindfolded and handcuffed too. I don't say anything. They haven't told me to. I sit back and enjoy the ride.

A few hours later we have arrived. I know that because I hear the car doors slam. It's a minute or two before mine open and arms grab me. I can only assume they grab him, too. I am roughly hauled into the large building. I am shoved through hallways and corridors, rooms and offices, until we reach the elevator. They push me inside. I bump against something. Maybe it's the new guy.

It's a good few minutes before the elevator dings; signaling that my time in it is done. I hear the doors open and I stumble out, more rough hands grabbing at me and pushing me forward. I hear the familiar turn of a key and I am thrown inside.

Someone waits for me inside. They take the handcuffs and blindfold away before shutting the door harshly behind them. I hear the lock click once again. I sigh in content. I love my cell.

It's not really even a cell; it's a cage. But it's my cage. There are no windows, no light to get in and blind me. Mirrors are nonexistent, just the way I like it. In the corner there is a small bed. I don't have any place to put my belongings because I don't have any. There's a toilet, and a sink, too.

I press a hand to my chest, my dark purple suit melting into fresh, clean clothes. It was the only gift I have ever received. No, the energy. That is my greatest gift, and my greatest curse.

On my bed there is a deck of cards. I had some, in the beginning, but they took them away. These ones are new, and red. I wonder what they're trying to pull.

I lay down, the bare grey walls and ceiling comfort me, tell me I'm on of their own. I don't have to turn off any lights because there are none, just whatever manages to float in from under my door. I suppose it should be pitch-black. But it isn't. Ever since the energy, I can always see. In the dark, underwater, in the light. It's just hard, because it takes a bit for the energy to kick in. Especially in the light. It's weird, I think, and that it never seems to work when they blindfold me.

I lay on the hard mattress. It's the softest thing I've felt all day. I close my eyes and instantly sleep takes over my body.

Nightmares. That's all they are. I'm young; at least I think it's me. She looks kind of like me, I think. Except she's smiling. That doesn't look like me. It can't be me. She's nine, maybe ten. They're at the park. I think it's the park. I'm on a swing. No, she's on a swing. There's a man pushing her. He has black hair and a kind smile. There's a boy sitting on the swing next to her, thirteen or fourteen. He has blonde hair and brown eyes. I think he looks familiar, but I know he doesn't. My nightmare starts to darken. I'm waking up. Quickly, I take a look at who is pushing the boy. It's a woman. She has brown hair, like the little girl. But she has brown eyes, like the rest of them.

It fades darker, black seeping into the corners of my mind and pushing it away. I am ready to go when I notice something. There are black cars pulling up around the block. Something's wrong.

I feel a sharp pain in my side and my eyes open. I look around franticly before realizing that they've stabbed me again. It happens every time I won't wake up and they need me. They're should be a scar, but there isn't. The energy takes care of that.

It seeps from the air and circles around my bloody wound. As it touches I am tempted to scream in pain. It hurts. I know it's healing me but I feel that it is ripping skin off of my body one layer at a time. It is the most painful part of my mornings.

Once it finishes and I sit up, I unclench my fists. I stare blankly at the wall ahead of me, waiting for orders.

"It's dangerous this time," Sinwest says from the side of me. They're all considered 'dangerous' but it must be bad is he's telling me this time. I wait for him to continue. "We've found a S.H.I.E.L.D. hideout. We don't know when it was last used but we think they have information stored in it. It will be a two day mission for you two."

I stopped getting ready and turned to look at him. I'm sure my face showed that I was confused. I don't do joint missions. I never have, and I never will.

"I work alone." My voice sounded harsh, like a warning. Sinwest takes a step forward and I sweep my gaze away.

"You will do as you're told, Subject Five," he whispers calmly. I nod my head and continue to get ready. I press my shirt and if morphs, my purple suit changing back. The gun was still in its holster.

Without warning I am blindfolded and handcuffed one again.

It took about a day to get there, I think. I've switched cars three times and planes twice. When we were wherever we needed to be, the blindfold was ripped off my head and the handcuffs taken off harshly. The light blinds me instantly. I can't close my eyes, I didn't even think to. Instead, my vision turns purple as the energy did its thing. The pain leaves me wishing that I couldn't see at all.

I look around. It was me, Sinwest, and the new guy. I tilt my head.

"Subject Five," Sinwest smiles, "meet your new partner; Subject Seven." So there he is. Not the seventh subject they'd gotten, just the seventh one to live. "He's your muscle on this mission. He will do whatever you say or he will go back to testing. You were briefed on what you need to retrieve?"

I nod my head and began to walk away. They had dropped us off two miles from the building. It was in the middle of a field, not that easy to miss. Subject Seven follows me. I was mad. All I had to do was get a flash drive. Why did I need this joke of a test subject? I feel the familiar flow of power through my body and relax. I can't kill him. They'd put me back in testing.

We got to the building quickly, hugging the tree line around it. Subject Seven moved to enter the premises, but I took a hand out to stop him. I pick a stick off of the ground and throw it at the building. A bullet shoots at it. I should have let Seven go. What use is he anyways? My eyes scan the building and the land around it. I don't see any cameras, but I know they're here.

Then my eyes land on the gun. It's hidden but not unnoticeable. It's on the roof, waiting to shoot anything that comes within range. I point to it. Seven nods.

On instinct, my hand extends, a purple orb of energy emitting from it. The gun shatters into many pieces and the energy dissolves into the air. I walk forward. Seven takes this as his cue to follow.

We easily jump over the fence and start to jog towards the front entrance. Bullets fire. I curse myself. Of course there would be more than one gun. I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder, and another one in my leg. I put out my hand, a purple wall of energy forming in front of it. The bullets bounce off. I feel weak. One hits and cracks my wall of protection. I don't care if Seven got hit, I limp until I am at the side of the building. I let the energy dissolve, and I take a couple of deep breaths, closing my eyes.

Pure pain. It ignites in side of me, spreading like a wild fire. My arm feels like it's going to fall off. My leg feels like I've crushed every bone inside of it. I feel dizzy. My vision blurs slightly. My skin is a tinted purple color. I feel the bullets being pulled out of my skin. Not fast enough it's over, and my vision is clear again. Two bullets lay on the grass in front of me, stained bloody.

I look around. Seven in nowhere to be seen. I take a deep breath. A hole erupts in the wall next to me and I see Seven standing there, waiting for me to enter. I do. To me he is still useless.

I don't care to notice the details as I am inside. I know the guns had cameras. I know we're almost out of time. And I know what I am looking for.

I run, searching through every room. Only when every room has been looked through that I am stupid. Of course it wouldn't be in a room. It would be underground. I have waited more time. Maybe I deserve to go back to testing. I send Seven off to disable the guns on the roof. I hope he dies.

I run down the stairs and into the basement. Secret underground facilities are easy to find. You just look for what's out of place. Or rather, what's too perfectly in place. I press in a brick on the wall. The only one that isn't chipped. Part of the floor opens up, a white staircase leading down. Of course it should be dark, but it's not.

Computers. That's what I see. Rows and rows of outdated computers. And then I see my target. It's in the first row, plugged into the third computer. I race to it, stopping when I get there. My hand hovers over it, temped to pull it out and be done with the mission. My hand moves to the keyboard. I'm going to get into trouble for this. Without me granting them permission, my fingers start to type. Whatever is on the drive is locked. Someone clears their throat behind me. I quickly pull the flash drive out and stuff it in my pocket, lifting my gun as I turn around.

It's Seven. He's watching me with narrowed eyes. "The mission was to retrieve the drive, not look at what's on it." His voice is very deep. What I was expecting. I was ordered to talk, so I don't. Instead, I lead the way up from the basement.

I stop at the top. I can see the enemy outside, surrounding us. Their guns are drawn, and they look rather pathetic. I glance at Seven. He looks back at me. I hiss at him. "You're the muscle, you handle this!" I can get out of here just fine, but he hasn't died yet so I still have one more chance. He shoots past me and runs into the wall, creating another large hole. The agents shoot at him. He stumbles as he gets hit. I am tempted to smile. I work my way up to the second floor, letting Seven do his thing.

As I am about to make my grand escape, something fells a little off to me. I turn, and a man stands there. He doesn't hold a gun, but a bow and arrow. It's raised at my head. He looks grim, his arms are strong and he seems to be well trained. I stare at him and he stares right back at me.

"You have something of mine little lady," the enemy says. He smiles, ready to let go of the arrow anytime. I remember that I'm by a window. I don't say anything. I wasn't ordered to. Instead, I throw myself backwards and catch a glimpse of his surprised face before I hear glass shattering. I feel the shards slice into my skin but I also feel something else in my right shoulder. I look and see that I have an arrow lodged into my skin. So, he did end up shooting me. How fun.

I land on the ground in a pile of glass, but nobody else shoots at me. The entire enemy is laying on the ground, and Seven stands nearby panting heavily. He's shot in several places but doesn't seem to mind.

I get to my feet and another arrow hits my calf, making me stumble down. I look up to see the archer staring down at me through the window I had just broken, notching another arrow. I scramble to Seven and tell him to carry me to the nearest car. He puts me in the passenger side. He drives away. No more arrows were fired.

I gaze down at my calf. I hold my breath as I grab the arrow and pull it out. Flesh and blood comes with it. Instantly, purple hovers over it and begins healing. My leg is numb. I can't feel anything but I know it hurts. Next, I grab the arrow in my shoulder and pull. It's caught on something. I tighten my hold and yank on it. It comes out, but part of the bone does too. I stare at it, not really knowing what to do. Seven doesn't say anything. He just keeps driving.

And then the most painful healing I have ever experienced begins. My bone is pushed back in with a sickening crunch. My flesh starts to regrow around it, the muscle stretching back into place. New blood cells are created and I have use of my arm again. The first thing I do with it is roll down the window. I vomit.

We travel for hours until we reach the rendezvous point. It only took us a day and a half. We both climb in. Seven is still bleeding.

"Well?" Sinwest is already impatient.

I grab the drive out of my pocket and hold it up. "Mission was easy. Seven slowed me down."

Sinwest gave a smile and took the drive. "Well, I guess Seven is going back to testing, isn't he?" Those are the last words I hear before I am blindfolded and handcuffed.