The hiss, the screams were all she could hear. The people were putting her in the yellow tank. She was screaming and clawing to no avail. Some body put a tranquilizer in her arm but it had no effect and she trashed even more until she managed to break free. Jumping to her feet, she started to run and run without stopping for hours one end until finally collapsing at someone's door stop.
Lindsay Kyle awoke drenched in sweat, screaming in horror.
"Lindsay!" her mother exclaimed running in, "What's wrong?"
"I had a bad dream, that's all" she said.
Lindsay lay awake and when her alarm went off that morning she pulled on a pair of diesel jeans, a dark purple tie front top and a black hoodie. Lindsay had thick chocolate brown hair that fell like a water fall to just under her breasts and her eyes were dark emerald swirled with moss and ivy, there were also flecks of amber. She was tall and slender with tanned, radiant skin. She pulled on the steel dog tags that were engraved with X23 and Weapon X. She rolled her eyes. She couldn't remember anything that had happened before she was 10. The social workers figured she had most likely been abused due to her bruises but Lindsay had a feeling that it was something more.