HEY GUYS THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS and a special thanks to Jasper Blood hope i got that right for the very excited almost creepy review! :) hope this saves your sanity bud and have a great night "Grin"

Once again i apologize for the crappy timeline i just want to say that the next few chaps may skip a bit and confuse you but theres an awesome twist yet to come and it freaks the Evans right out of his very american socks so we'll just see about that!

I felt the metal pole dent as my hand struck it again. Dr. Zola had wanted to see how much physical alteration I had so he'd brought me down to some training room and sat on the edge of a table writing things down as I punched a huge metal pillar. It seemed rather pointless to me but then again I wasn't a scientist.

"Can I stop now docter?" I asked looking at the compressions in the metal I'd made curiously.

"Alright," he hopped of the table and I rubbed my fingers. He walked over and ran his fingers over the dents mentally measuring them or something. "This is brilliant with a little practice, training and focus exercises you could do some real damage."

"Am I as strong as Herr Schmidt?" I asked innocently tilting my head and blinking my eyes. He looked at me and hesitated, unnerved by the mention of the kommandant.

"Not quite…" he answered, his voice tense. I shrugged, I honestly didn't care. "Uhh…" he looked around and then went back over to the table picking up some weird piece of metal. "Here." He placed it in my hands.

"What is it?"

"It's a mixture of l-" he stopped when my face went blank. "Well it's very strong metal, I want to see if you can bend or break it."

"Ok." I said and positioned my hands on the ends of the bar. My wrist muscles tensed and I tried to bend it but the metal wouldn't budge. "I can't." I said indifferently. The doctor frowned.

"Interesting." He wrote something down in his notebook.

"Doctor?"

Zola squeaked and jumped almost a foot in the air.

"Y-yes Herr Schmidt?" The Kommandant eyed Zola like one would eye a man who'd just slipped and fallen in the middle of the street.

"How are things proceeding?"

"Oh very good, Eine seems to have all the physical alterations of the serum that Dr-"

"I'm not interested in her physical alterations Doctor." He smiled lightly but it made Dr. Zola retreat like a turtle into it's shell.

"Y-yes… umm…"

"Have you tested your theory yet?"

"N-no sir but I was thinking we should wait unti-" He stopped when Schmidt's face went blank. "Oh well we were just going to do that!" Dr. Zola smiled and ran over to the table and grabbed a strange hand held screen thing with a bunch of buttons. "Now what to test-"

"Fähnrich!" He shouted and one of the guards that was in a small group across the training room nervously.

"Yes sir?" His hand shook as he saluted.

Schmidt smiled and pulled out his gun pointing it at the man's face.

"Kneel."

The guard was almost trembling as he got down on the floor. Schmidt waved a hand at the guard, gesturing that he was mine with a grin.

"Go ahead doctor, test your theory."

"Oh I don't think-" He was cut off as I walked over to the kneeling man and gazed at him curiously.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked tilting my head.

"W-well my theory was that you could use your mind to… m-manipulate or… k-kill…" I looked over my shoulder at him. He was shaking just about as bad as the man on the ground. I tilted my head the other way and then let my electric eyes bore into the guard's. There was fear in his eyes; he most likely knew he was going to die. I looked up at Schmidt and he gave me a little grin.

I straightened and took a breath. I rolled my shoulders back and felt something click in my head. My skull began to ache a bit like someone was pushing on it from the inside. I reached out and placed my hands on either side of the man's head. For a moment nothing happened only the pressure in my head increasing. Then the man started to scream like I was stabbing him. Blood started to drip out of his eyes and ears. His skull began to crack under my fingers and I was about to pull away out of shock but there was a loud snapping sound and blood and brain matter went everywhere. I screamed and fell back onto the floor. There was shouting from the other guards and Dr. Zola ran to help me. His hands trembled like small earthquakes. Schmidt grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.

"Are you alright?" he asked. I nodded staring at the bloody mess in front of me. My head felt like it was going to burst. I groaned and my knees sagged and the Doctor had to help hold me up. I reached up and dug my fingers into the sides of my head. I shook my head changing my mind.

"Oh I knew this wasn't a good ide-" The doctor stopped, he must have gotten a look from Schmidt. The guards were still running around shouting.

"Raus!" Schmidt snapped loudly at them.

"We should take her to my lab." Zola said urgently.

I stared up at the ceiling scratching the drying blood off one of my arms. The doctor had hooked up a bunch of wires to my head and gave me a shot of morphine after he'd taken readings of my brain activity. I frowned and tried to figure out how I did what I'd done and how to access that part of my brain.

"This is amazing!" The Dr. Zola had been staring at the readings wide eyed for ten minutes.

"What is docter?" I asked.

"It seems you have a part in your brain that can actually bend reality! Well it's like you can manipulate matter!"

"Really?" I asked intrigued… if only I'd known this earlier…

"How fascinating." I looked up and saw Schmidt had returned from briefing the soldiers about the 'training exercise'.

"Yes very! She is-" he swallowed gripping the paper he was holding. "Powerful…"

"Indeed." He tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear giving me a smile. A small heat rushed into my cheeks and I looked down at my lap. Dr. Zola gave me a funny look and I yanked the IV out of my arm rubbing the spot and began to remove the wires from my head.

"Perhaps it would be a good idea for you to rest for a bit…" Dr Zola said nervously placing a hand on my arm.

"I'm not tired." I blinked at him.

"Well…I…" he wrung his hands and got up. "I'll just… I need to go…check on something." With that he sped out of the room. I stared after him for a few seconds feeling very confused.

"Umm…" Gloved fingers touched my chin and turned me to face Schmidt who was grinning like he knew something I didn't. "Sir?" I asked even more confused.

"You are so beautiful you know?"

I blushed. I'd heard that was the term for my sudden dizzy facial temperature increase. "Umm… thank you?"

He chuckled and sat down in a chair next to the medical bed… well it was more of a table but if we're calling it a bed then it was a very uncomfortable one at that.

"That was quite impressive," he praised, I assumed he meant my ability to slaughter people by exploding their heads… maybe there was something wrong with me but it made me warm inside. Only bad people get warm and fuzzy at the thought of hurting others right? Well maybe I was a bad person… anyway it didn't matter to me at the time.

He reached out and took one of my hands. "You are much more," he paused looking for a word.

"Powerful?" I offered.

"Unique," he smiled. "Than I'd originally thought. Much more perfect." He ran a finger down my cheek and I looked down.

"The docter was telling me about the Americen, he said that he is very strong, do you think I'll be able to stop him? That is what you want me to do correct?" I lifted my head and tilted it innocently. His face was blank for a moment before he smiled.

"No one could stand a chance against you my dear," he leaned closer to me. "Besides that isn't all you're meant for."

"Really?" I asked.

"You think I'd bring you here just to use you as a weapon? And you that is all you're good for? No that is what those incompetent scientists wanted you for, but you are so much more than just some experiment my dear."

"You think that?" I blinked a little shocked honestly.

"Of course," he kissed me and I heard a strangled gasp slash small heart attack as Dr. Zola came back in. "Something wrong doctor?" Schmidt asked raising a brow.

"Uhh… N-no." he just looked at me and then turned beat red before rushing to the back of the lab. I gave Schmidt a questioning look but he just shrugged .