Raven's Pov

Waking up is the worst thing I ever did today. The first thing I saw was the cold white walls. At least I was alone for about an hour. I opened the bond with my sister.

"Finch, are you well?"

"I should be asking you that."

"I'll live"

I laughed at that, I wouldn't be if I didn't get out soon. We continued our daily talk, her asking me question about my well being and vise versa. She rambled on about Sam's new car that had a life force of its own.

Knowing what she meant I informed her about the similar one where I was, along with a life giving power source. Obviously it was alien, so we decided to drop that subject and talk about other numerous things. But all too soon our conversation had to come to an end.

"It'll be alright Raven, I'll see you soon."

"I know, I must go, they're coming in."

At that I diluted the bond so she wouldn't feel my upcoming pain. Then and there the bane of my existence walked into my torture chamber. And God was he ever ugly. With his big fat nose, and pubic hair looking afro.

"Simmons" I greeted with no emotion what so ever in my voice or on my face.

"Project Night" he stated more than greeted.

I resisted the urge to tell him off for what could've been the bajillionth time in a week. Grabbing my arm, he pulled me out of my cell and into a larger room with many of sector 7's favorite toys. Strapping me down to an examination table today's torture began. They treated me like some kind of lab rat, performing experiments and trying to inject me with syrums (of course I never let them inject anything in me as I turned my skin diamond hard.)

Electrocution was next. 200,000 volts of it. This would obviously fry a normal human. But I wasn't normal, or human. No words were said throughout any of the experiments, seeing as how the devils had a list of everything they were supposed to do to me. Shocking, stabbing, poking, prodding, repeat for hours without rest. That was my day in a nutshell, that was everyday in a nutshell.

Finally it was over and I was escorted back to my room, my meal of stale bread, a glass of water and a small pile of something that didn't even look like food waiting for me. Eating quickly, I sent reassurance to my sister over our bond, but nothing else. I laid down on the metal slab I called a bed and pulled the thin sheet over me. It didn't take long before I succumbed to the inky blackness of sleep.

"Goodnight Finch."

"Goodnight Raven."