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Author's note: Here's the next chapter. In this one I'm going to give you guys a bit of history on two OCs submitted by my readers: Danielle and Aaron. I didn't intend to do that at first but the chapter just sort of turned out that way. I hope that you guys enjoyed the fourth chapter despite the technical difficulties that presented themselves. I'm writing this story again now that everything is working out fine. Enjoy and review.

I dropped my head into my hands, something I did whenever I wanted to be alone with my thoughts. It seemed appropriate in my current situation, if I considered the staggering amount of things I had to think about at the moment. However, only one thought dominated my immediate conscience.

What now?

I was being driven to some unknown location where an equally unknown fate awaited me. While the two men in the front of the car didn't seem to be my enemies, that didn't mean that I trusted them yet, and what of their companions? Aaron had explained that he and Point Man were members of a group of people that, like myself, where being hunted by Armacham because of previous encounters with the sinister corporation.

They surely would have heard of Alma Wade... and me.

How would they feel when I was brought to whatever place they resided in? Outraged, angry, afraid?

Ha. That was funny, me, frightening. I didn't even know how to use whatever power I had. And even if I did, there was no way I could be half as strong as Aaron who had ripped a steel door off its hinges and killed eight men with it as easily as a disgruntled child would have picked up and thrown a useless, broken toy.

"You're a Wade." a hushed voice sighed in my head.

I snapped to attention. What the hell was that? It had wisped through my brain like a thought, but it certainly wasn't one of mine. It hadn't been Alma or Fettel's voice either. It was something else, something else that could talk to me inside my brain.

Spooky.

That got me thinking about my real name. It was Lucy Wade wasn't it? Not. Lucy Morgan the name I had received from my adoptive parents. I prayed that they were okay, prayed that they never had to meet the gargantuan soldier Alexander or psychic assassin Danielle. But the practical side of me said they were long dead by now.

My heart sank a bit lower, if that was even possible.

Then a new question came to me and I tapped on Aaron's shoulder.

He turned to face me; his features were placid as he responded to my physical prodding, "What is it?"

"How did you know where I was," I asked him.

He grimaced before answering, "Your mother told me."

"My mother told you?" I said confused, before continuing my question, "You can see her?"

Whereas Point Man had been calmly driving before, he now seemed very interested in our conversation. He slightly craned his ear to hear better as Aaron replied, "Yes, she can interact with me just like she can with you."

"Why," I asked, curious as to the reason for his strange repulsed gestures whenever the topic of my mother came to the front.

"Becau- wait, you said that you knew about Project Prometheus when I asked if you did earlier right?"

"Yes," I replied, cautious of his sudden change in tone.

"How do you know about that if you didn't know any of this existed yesterday?"

"Umm... because the person guarding me explained it," I said, feeling stupid. There was no way he would believe that my guard had just up and decided to tell me everything about Armacham's history with testing human weapons.

But instead of a suspicious glare, he simply pressed for more information, "Who was guarding you?"

"A woman named Danielle."

"Danielle? Why would she even bother telling you anything?"

"From what I could tell, it was because she was bored. She said that I was going to be killed anyway and telling me would at least give her something to do."

Aaron closed his eyes, apparently believing my story.

"Yeah, that sounds like something Danielle would do." he said slowly.

"You've met her," I asked him.

"Yeeeaaahhh." he drawled slowly, "Since Danielle told you about Prometheus, I trust she also mentioned Zeus?"

"She said that they tried to give Alma's powers to a normal person. She told me that the project failed though. That you were the most successful subject." I recounted Danielle's words.

"Yes well, that project started when I was three. Now Danielle was the most promising product of Project Artemis, which created hunters designed to kill the new psychics that were made by Prometheus if they didn't follow Armacham's plans for them. Artemis was like a better version of Project Icarus. Project Icarus was formed to modify a soldier's bones to be lighter and less dense so that they would be more agile. They were outfitted with a special type of cloaking armor that aided them in their occupation as assassins for the company. The soldiers produced by Icarus and Artemis are very similar to each other, but the results of the experiments of Project Artemis were far more successful."

I was suddenly struck by a bout of lightheadedness which I had come to associate with the flashbacks I had recently begun to receive in my dreams. Was I going to start experiencing them all of the time now?

For a moment, I saw through someone else's eyes. I saw men appearing out of nowhere, jumping nimbly across the walls, and swinging clawed gauntlets at my head. Those were Icarus soldiers? And the ones from Artemis were even better than that? AND the strongest of all of them was probably hounding my trail right this second?

I felt icy shards of fear piercing through my body all the way through to my soul.

Aaron patiently waited for me to compose myself before he began speaking again.

"Project Artemis was started three years before Zeus. This was carefully timed by Armacham so that the subjects of Zeus could be controlled by those of Artemis. If they would have started Zeus first, they would have found themselves with a bunch of overpowered children with no way to enforce the more roguish members of the group. So Artemis was started first so their soldiers could serve a double purpose. Keeping us in line and killing the psychics that didn't follow their predicted course. Each Artemis hunter was given a child to closely watch over. Danielle was my jailor throughout my entire time with Armacham. She was just thirteen then, but she was still able to easily defeat anyone that they pitted her against."

"What do you mean she could defeat anyone that they pitted her against?" I questioned.

"Oh they would put her in a room with some of their toughest ordinary soldiers. Sometimes it would be an entire, fully armed squad fighting little Danielle. But no matter how many there were or what they were equipped with, she would always just beat the hell out all of them easy as that." he said, snapping his fingers.

"You sound like you admire her." I said, raising an eyebrow.

"My personal feelings toward her aren't relevant. It was still pretty damn impressive."

I shuddered, remembering Danielle's blindingly quick movement from the last time that I had seen her.

"Danielle acted strange, like she was crazy or something." I said.

Aaron chuckled quietly to himself, as if revisiting a particularly humorous memory.

After finishing, he looked back at me again, "Yes, she is very... odd."

"You talk about her like she's an old friend."

"Well we were paired together when I was only three. I guess I looked at her as an older sister of sorts despite her fucked up sense of humor. I mean, she WAS my only role model."

He chuckled again, "It's a good thing that I didn't turn out like Danielle. However, if I did pick up one personality trait from her, it's laughing at the wrong things."

"So she wasn't all bad," I asked.

"Oh yes she is. She may have been just a little girl, but she's always been all bad. She's sadistic, without remorse, and probably insane. I even tried to kill her a few times while I was a prisoner, and, disregarding our past, she wouldn't hesitate to kill me."

"Well how did you escape from Armacham then?"

"I didn't escape. They put me in that school so that they could watch me and still keep themselves safe."

"What does that mean?"

"Well it's not like they explained it to me, but I have a theory. I think that they realized how powerful I was becoming, that, at any moment, I could just start destroying everything until I was killed. But they also knew I wouldn't hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. So to avoid risking all that expensive lab equipment, they put me in a school and surrounded me with innocents. But then again, that's just a theory."

"Weren't they worried that you'd tell someone?"

"Oh come now. Imagine what would happen if a seventeen year old went around trying to tell civilians that there was a huge government conspiracy going on right behind their backs, and that he was a powerful psychic. Then, when asked to demonstrate these abilities, he refused, saying that he didn't want to hurt anyone. I'd either be ignored or labeled insane. No, Armacham knew that I wouldn't be able to tell anyone about their experiments."

"What about the others? You said that there was more than one of you."

"They were probably killed. Did Danielle tell you about what happened to the failed subjects of Project Harbinger?"

"Yes, she said that they all turned into abominations."

"Well... that happened, though not quite as bad. They didn't start crawling around on four legs, or turn feral. They just... shut down. Stopped talking, stopped eating, and stopped listening. I didn't want these powers I have, but I still count myself lucky every day."

He lowered his eyes to the floor, saddened by the callous cruelty of Armacham. I found myself sympathizing with him, him and all of the other defenseless children whose lives were stolen from them. I didn't know which was worse: having your mind erased or being forced to live as a walking weapon. How many of us were out in the world right now. How many people had been touched by Armacham, and were doomed to live a life of pain and suffering. I looked down at my hands. The curse of Armacham flowed strong in my veins. I could suddenly feel it, feel the power that lay dormant inside me.

It burned.

"You said the project started when you were three. What about those first years," I asked, surprised at how my voice grated.

"I don't remember them. No one did. None of us remembered family or friends. There were older children who had years missing from their memories. Like Danielle. She can't recall the first ten years of her life, just blackness, then gene therapy and combat training. I don't even think Danielle Liu is really her name. Hell, Aaron Carter might not be my name, but it's the only one I know."

I was going to ask something else, but I was cut off as the car pulled to a stop.

Aaron looked out of the window as Point Man opened his door.

"Oh, we're here," he said.

Author's note: Alright there's a bit of backstory on two characters. Not all of it obviously, but a little. Please review or comment. Aaron belongs to TheDude5000 Danielle belongs to Alardem. Everything they say and do, and most of their history, belongs to me.