AN: This is the first fic I have done, so criticism is welcomed. I don't own H.I.V.E. If I did, the ninth book would be out. I apologize beforehand for any mistakes; I wrote and uploaded this on my iPad. This is set in the Glasshouse before Raven was sent there.

"Again!" Pietor barked and the trainees that filled the cavern complied immediately, falling into combat stances. He moved his gaze to his newest recruit- Lilia. He smiled sadistically; he loved fresh meat.

"What was that?" He yelled as he walked predatorily over to her, "I said hit, not tap. Do it again."

Lilia tried to hit the boy she was sparring with, but he deflected all of her clumsy attempts with ease. Her failure resulted with a hard punch to the jaw from the trainer- Furan, he said his name was. It hurt a lot and she had never really been hit much before. And so she made the mistake of crying out in pain. Pietor sighed, 'I guess I'll have to take her to the infermary,' he thought dejectedly. He hated it when he had to do that; it meant he didn't get to play around with his meat before it got eaten.

After lights out, he went there, not for the first time and certainly not for the last. The infermary, that was. Scattered around the dimly lit werehouse were a lot of hospital beds, surgical equipment, needles, and a few eyeballs which glowed purple. He knew what happened here, but he knew the staff wouldn't dare do their little procedure to him. He carried on to the area dedicated research. This room was covered in papers and computers.

"Hey, you!" He yelled at a random worker.

"Y-yes?" Harold had heard stories of the man addressing him and he was suddenly occupied with the task of not pissing himself.

"Tell the Surgeon a new recruit is going to be brought here first thing tomorrow and I don't want any delays of her... strengthening and I want her brought back the day after. If she is even a second after the deadline, both you and he are going to suffer. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Sir. Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

And with that, Pietor left the room and Harold scurried off to find the Surgeon and then to the toilet- it seemed Furan's presence had a lasting effect.

Lilia awoke screaming, gasping for breath, sweating profusely, heart beating rapidly. She looked at the old clock that claimed the wall furthest from her- 00:02 A.M. Something was going to happen, she instinctively knew it. If anyone asked, she wouldn't be able to give any reason behind her prediction. Besides, they would just assume her thought was triggered by her nightmare. Not that anyone cared enough to ask, with the exception of Tony (her only friend in this place). But she was convinced she was right. If the Glasshouse was hell, she was about to meet the devil and his workers.

Then the alarms sounded. A shrill, ear piercing sound that rattled about in her skull. There was suddenly light, but rather than the typical blinding white, they were red. Red like blood. She doubted that this was all a coincidence. The other trainees (who she had woken) pretended to be asleep. One boy knocked himself unconscious. Lilia, however, didn't know of all the procedures and stories yet, so she made another mistake: she stayed fully upright. When the guards came, they both immediately looked at her and came to an unspoken agreement. 'This is the one who needs fixing. Grab her.' They took her sway screaming- that was really becoming a habit with her.

Lilia tried to get a look at the men who held her in a vice like grip. All she saw was black. Black clothes, black skin, black eyes. She tried to lash out at them, but it felt like kicking concrete. They took her out of the dormitory, across the courtyard, and into the dense forest that surrounded the Glasshouse. Noise filled her ears, and she was grateful. Anything other than those sirens were good. Birds tweeting; sticks snapping; snow crunching under thier weights all seemed luxurious. Green, white, brown and black were the only colous for as far as the eye could see. Green leaves, white snow, brown birds and twigs, the black faces of the men and the night sky, broken only by bright white stars. A sudden rush of hope hit her- maybe she was being taken away from this place. Then it stopped.

The trees that had loomed over her were dead and shrivelled. The birds didn't dare come here. The pristiene white snow was now mush. Even the stars were gone. And the men seemed more sinister than a few seconds prior. Their cold, black eyes gleamed with malice and the promise of violence. Before her was a fairly large werehouse. She had never believed in shit like déjà vu or sensing past lives, but she felt it now. That place had witnessed many young lives lost. And it had laughed, longing for more blood immediately after some had been spilt, like a hunger that could never be satisfied. The already freezing temperature seemed to drop by a few degrees. In an attempt to calm herself, she tried to rationalize this feeling. It had been a long time since humans were prey animals- a good hundred thousand years or so. But buried deep in their genes, the memory remains and nothing could ever change that: the awarenees of the gazelle; the instinct of the antelope. And now what was normally an echo in her viens was screaming at Lilia. They took her inside and it increased in volume as alarm bells accompained them. Get out. GET OUT.

"Hello," a man said, "My name is Lenny and I shall be your Surgeon." He chuckled. He had a deep voice. Lilia desperately fought against the steely grip the men had on her arms and legs. For a moment, she managed to sit up enough to see Lenny. He wore fully blue, a face mask, gloves -like an actual surgeon- and a belt filled with syringes, scalpels and other equipment Lilia was unable to identify. His clothes were covered in blood, some old, some fresh. What little of his skin she could see was weather beaten and scarred. His eyes were glowing purple. He grinned evilly. He addressed the men, "The room is prepped. Take her there, restrain her, and then you may return to your bunks."

The men took her into the room. It was dimly lit and a lot of shadows were cast. In the centre was a wide strip of metal that streched from floor to ceiling. Attached to it were tight looking straps of metal, for the wrists, ankles, legs, chest, stomach, and head. One went to unlock them and they swung open with a creek. The other roughly shoved her in them. The restraints were, as predicted, ridiculously tight and cut off her blood supply. Lenny walked in and signalled for the men to leave.

"Lilia, is it?" His voice took on a smug tone- he knew that she knew there was no getting out of this. Whatever 'this' was.

"Yes," her voice came out small, despite her effort to hide any vulnerability from him.

"Do you know why you are here?"

"No."

Lenny smirked and muttered something along the lines of 'I love this' and she felt a coldness sweep over her. Then there was a sharp pain in her head and she saw the most gruesome images she could ever imagine. She saw muscles being ripped out and being replaced with larger, stronger ones. She saw an eyeball being teared out of its socket and an eye like Lenny's being put in. She saw things that were barely human being injected with a fluid that she felt strip them of everything they were, everything they ever could be, everything they ever believed, every memory, every emotion. She saw people like her being turned into mindless killers. She saw them rip apart what were once thier friends. She saw torture. And she saw the failures being burnt alive, still screaming, into ashes. Then she heard voices.

"No, please, no! Don't! Let me try again- I promise I'll do better!"

"What's going on? Shit! I can't see... is anybody there?"

"It's George. Listen- please try to remember, we're friends. I don't want to hurt you. Please remember. "

"Everything you are, everything you ever were, all you ever hope to be. Forget it-it's over. "

"Adrian? Adrian does not exist. Only me. "

"If they get you, don't forget yourself."

She heard the whispered pleas for mercy, the yelled begging, the screaming, and the insane, maniacal laughter. But she didn't feel scared;she didn't feel horror, repulsion or pity. She felt hated for the weak; respect for the one who had bettered it. She felt an eerie calmness.

In an instant it was over. She was Lilia again. She was shaking. Het head was pounding in time to get rapid heartbeat. She couldn't push down the terror that threatened to consume her. It didn't take a genius to work out that what she saw was going to happen to her.

"What the fuck did you do?" She whispered, her voice quivering.

"You wouldn't believe me. "

"Just tell me!" She roared-she didn't want to be toyed with.

"I merely injected you with a drug. It allows me to put things in your head. I just put some memories and parts of security feed in there. It's pathetically easy, really. "

"How did you put someone else's memories in my head?"

"When did I say they were somebody else's?"

"What do you mean?"

"Enough questions. Time to begin. "

Lilia did not remember all of what happened to her physically. But she fell unconscious in a lot of pain with what looked like gallons of blood pooling out around her. When she woke up, she was still in a lot of pain, but she felt a lot stronger than ever before. She tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't. She tried to move, but she couldn't. She heard Lenny.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to give me the pleasure of her company." He laughed as she struggled to reply. It felt like she hadn't used her voice for years.

"Why?" She managed to croak out. Her voice sounded foreign, deeper. Lenny leaned close, so that she could smell his breath against her ear. It smelt of blood. She felt him trace her jaw bone and lift her chin up slightly with a skeletal finger. Then he answered her: "Because it makes me happy."

He took away something that was covering her eyes and he peeled back an eyelid. He smiled; she despised that smile. Then she saw tweezers, coming straight at her.

"What are you doing?"

"You need better vision, my dear. "

He yanked out her eyeball. She howled in agony and passed out again.

"What a pity, " Lenny remarked darkly, "I much prefer it when they're awake. "

A few hours later, Lilia regained consciousness and immediately wished she hadn't. Everything felt as though it was on fire. She looked around. She wasn't in the same place as before. Now she was in a cell. There was a mirror in one corner and she crawled over to it. She looked like hell. Before she had been stick thin, now she had bulging muscles. Before she had no scars, now she was covered in them. Before she had pale skin, now it was literally black. Before she had dark brown hair, now it was stained red with blood. Before she had the brightest green eyes, now they shone purple. She looked out the bars. Standing there, looking triumphant, was Lenny. He held two syringes.

"One is a pain killer, the other is a drug. Choose a hand," he declared as he let himself into her accommodation.

Lilia glared daggers at him. She wanted to rip his throat apart with her bare hands. Lenny chuckled.

"Right. " Lilia responded confidently. Never again would she appear weak. Never again would she be weak. Lenny stabbed her in the wrist with the one he had in his right hand. She had made the wrong choice. It was a drug which seemed to cause hallucinations.

The rabbit sprinted at full speed through the field. Its breath seemed incredibly loud to its highly sensitive ears. Its pursuer was getting closer. The rabbit could almost feel the teeth of the fox bite harshly into its delicate flesh, ripping it apart without hesitation, without mercy. Then it actually happened. Everything went black.

It was like those wildlife documentaries when it shows the hunt of the animals. Lilia remembered watching them with her mother. She remembered wishing for the prey to escape and the relief when they did; the sadness and slightly sickened feeling when they didn't. It was the same now. Except, this time there was a part of her that wanted the predator to win. That was disappointed with the rabbit's weakness. That relished in the spilt blood, death and destruction. That part was fascinated and loved every second of this. The other longed to look away, but there was no escaping the images.

Some time passed. She had witnessed kill, after kill, after kill. Every time, the strong conquered the weak. Eventually, it changed from animals to humans. From just a small amount of blood to gore. But by then, even if she could've, she had to admit it: she would not look away. Watching the deaths filled her with an unique adrenaline. It also made her think. Her entire life, she had been the hunted, the prey. Even when she was breaking, entering and stealing, she had constantly been looking for escapes. When she had been caught a couple of times, she had dropped the goods and ran, rather than stay and fight. She would perish, and soon, if she kept going on that way.

The images stopped. She was dragged back to reality. Dragged back to the agony that coursed through her viens. Back to weakness. And she suddenly snapped back to being Lilia. And what filled her with more dread than what she had just seen was this: she had forgotten everything that had ever defined her. Even now, it was a distant memory. She was fading. Her time was up.

"Not so clever now are you, girl?" It was Lenny. His voice had taken her by surprise. However if she had been just that little bit stronger, she would have heard his approach. She would never be taken by surprise again. Something inside her broke. Perhaps it was the only human part of her left. Maybe it wasn't and she was just losing her sanity down here, alone, in the dark. Either way, she got up and slammed herself against the bars. Lenny smiled. She had been changed pathetically easily. And now project number 665 was complete. It was time to test her out.

The same men from before approached her cell a couple of hours later. Lilia had spent those hours thinking of the most brutal ways she could kill and torture, with an insane grin stretched across her blackened face. She laughed maniacally every time she thought of something fun. The men opened her cell cautiously. Her gaze snapped to them and her smile widened. If she was lucky-no, that implied weakness; 'strong' was a better word- she may be able to test her ideas out. She tried, but she couldn't. She was too weak. That had to change. She needed blood, and soon. The men took her back to the Glasshouse.

They led her to a combat pit, where a boy was waiting. He looked scared. Weak. He needed to be eliminated.

"You two shall fight to the death." A man said as he tossed them swords. She remembered that man- Pietor Furan. Then one of her more rational thoughts struck her like a ton of bricks. What use were people like her without someone to control them? If there was no control over them, everyone would be dead, and where's the fun in that? She would allow Furan to wield her like the weapon she was.

She turned to the boy. The fight was over after just a few seconds- he never stood even a minute chance. But it was only after she impaled him that she recognized him. Tony. 'What the fuck did I just do?' That was the last thought Lilia had. After that she was only known as 665. She was a phycopathic killer. And she loved it.

"She's going to be dangerous," Pietor commented.

"You say that every time, and every time you are wrong. No, Pietor, she's going to be wonderful." Anastasia said firmly, but knowing that she was just as likely to be mistaken. And something told her she was.