I can't remember. I can only remember that horrible place. I don't remember my parents, my friends, or my family. And I don't know if I want to. My name is Icy.

Ok, not really. It's actually Susanna, or so I've been told. You see, there's a big difference between you and me. I look different than you probably do. I was born an albino. That mean's I have white skin, silver hair, and red eyes. One more thing: I'm not human. Technically, I am. 98, that is. The other percent is snow leopard. No, I'm not lying. I have night vision, claws, and very acute hearing. And something else. When I was a kid, I was put through a bunch of sick, twisted experiments. And I survived.

Every morning, it was the same. I'd wake up to see some idiot with a twisted mind looking at me. Very carefully. He didn't want me to hurt him. Neither did I, because it hurt me too. I glared at him, flexing my claws. He shivered under my gaze, but continued slowly opening my cage door. Instantly, I was out! I unleashed my claws, letting my nails harden and grow about six inches long. I slashed at all the cages near me, breaking the locks open. I am proud to say it was mass chaos. All the 'test subjects' were running madly. I could see a few scientists heading towards me, reaching out. Alarmed, I fell backwards and my goggles broke off.

I looked into the leader's eyes. It was a blonde woman with an angry expression on her face. All the anger faded away as we made eye contact. It was horrible. I can still remember the scared expression on her face as I was sucked into her mind. I could see everything: a little girl on a playground, a young woman studying, fighting off gangsters…She was screaming, and I wanted to scream along with her.

When the poor girl finally fainted from shock and exhaustion, an Eraser lunged at me. You see, Erasers are these nasty werewolf things that like to chew up fresh meat and smell like old socks. Ick. I quickly scratched his face, tearing long red marks on his face. The wimp started screaming and crying, shrieking like a wet chicken. I grabbed onto another boy (this guy had wings)and nodded at the window. He understood. The guy quickly flew up and pushed me through. I landed to find myself in the sewers. Typical.

I got up and began running, the others on my heels. Somehow,we managed to find ourselves in New York. So this is how normal people live. No one seemed to notice a couple dozen grimy children climb out of the sewers and mingle into the crowd. Panting, I began to walk as casually as I could, trying not to look at anyone in the eye.

Back at the Lab, the scientists examined the rubble while a couple Erasers collected the unfortunates who hadn't escaped.

"Experiment 13 has escaped. Impressive," one of them commented. He snapped his fingers and a dozen Erasers appeared. "Bring her back. Alive. She could very well help us in our plan…"