This is sort of a spin-off story. You need to read my story Breeding Program: Successful to understand it fully. But I guess it'd work by itself too.

I woke up in a dark room, locked in a dark cage, I felt like I had gotten kicked in the stomach by a steel-toed boot. Which made sense I guess as I remembered that I had gotten kicked in the gut by a familiar.

I ran my fingers of one hand gently over my bruised face. My eye was especially tender and I could feel the blood scabbing over on my split lip.

I was just about to wonder where Mace was when I heard a groan off to my right. I looked and saw him holding his head in pain. I remembered watching ten agents bombarding him with tazers and firing beanbag guns at him. As soon as his knees had hit the ground they had rushed him and started whaling on him with batons.

"You okay big brother?" I asked, biting my lip. Unfortunately biting my lip opened it up again.

"I'm fine." Mace replied, and then he groaned again making a lie of his last statement.

"Yeah, sure." I said with a shake of my head, my voice rich with sarcasm.

I heard a guard planning on entering the room. Well, maybe not so much as heard but sensed. Manticore had given me a more powerful right brain, which lets me be able to have limited psychic abilities. I can't move objects with my mind or anything, I can just influence people better.

When the guard (finally) walked in, I was surprised. He was so young! He must've been only about my age and I'm just eighteen. I smiled at him and sent him an impression of fragility and sweetness. See, I can't send thoughts but I can change how people perceive things. Usually I don't bother because it takes huge amounts of energy, but I was willing to make an exception in this case.

The boy, that's what he was, a boy, stepped towards me. He stopped a few inches away from me and smiled shyly. I smiled back and reached through the bars to slide my hands up his arms. I forced myself to widen my smiled and I grabbed ahold of his uniform at his shoulders.

He started to lean in towards me, presumably to kiss me, but I stepped back. Confusion clouded his eyes. I smiled sweetly, and then pulled him into the bars of my cage. His head hit the metal with a sickening thud and he went slack in my grip.

I held onto him with one hand, grabbed his keys with the other. Once I had a hold of the key ring I lowered him gently to the floor. Mace scoffed at the care with which I handled the guard.

"You're such a soft touch." Mace said with a shake of his head. I rolled my eyes and let first myself, then him out of the cages. "That's why Manticore assigned you transgenic detection and non-pain-based interrogation. Too afraid to hurt someone."

"I'm glad." I said simply. "Otherwise I'd be stuck in some crummy facility scrambling the minds of my fellow soldiers." I flashed him a wide smile. "Plus, you'd be off to destabilize some foreign country's government or something instead of watching over me. Now wouldn't that suck?"

"You know, I only put up with you because we share the same DNA, right?" Mace told me childishly as he looked through the viewing window in the door.

"There's no one out there I hope you know." I said quietly as I scoped out the room. When I saw no one in the other cages, I let my mind search through the surrounding rooms.

Mace glared at me. He never likes it when I show him up. "Got a clear way out?"

"There are other prisoners Mace." I told him when I felt other minds all around.

"Little sister, I love you but this is not the time for your little heroics." He told me. Ugh! I hate when he gets stuffy and condescending.

"If we don't save them we're as good as helping White win his war against our kind." I reply, putting my hands on my hips. I start readying myself for a fight, knowing how stubborn he can be. It's a family trait.

"Fine."

I nearly fell over in shock. "Fine! But you never give in this easily!"

Mace rolled his eyes. "We don't have time to argue, and I know how stubborn you can be."

"Okay, you're finally getting it." I flashed him a huge grin. I walked out the door. And although I kept my mind open, I didn't bother looking around. I can only imagine how it'd look to someone who didn't know me. A teenage girl strolling through a 'secure' government building as if without a care must've been a strange sight. At least it would've if anyone had seen me.

What do you think? This is my first first-person POV story

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