"Tomorrow is the day Taylor," I say as she returns from her little "Doctor's appointment" with Stryker. She's once again covered in her own blood and is… making a crack in the wall?

"Oswin, are you mad?" Alex shouts at her as Taylor finishes her crack. I toss her a roll of gauge and bandages for her to begin treating herself. She nods her thanks and begins wrapping her wounds.

"I'm fine," she replies, never looking up from her first aid. "They injected me with some of Keegan's blood. So if I start to share characteristics with her- we all know why. Anyways, tomorrow's what Keegan? You're taking flight tomorrow?

"No no, you go first. My blood? Why?"

Taylor stops bandaging her shin. Already the bandages are turning a shade of bright red. "That's the thing Keegan, I don't know. Didn't Ajax tell you anything?"

I think back to what I think is a few months ago, "He said my cells regenerate faster than anything could kill me, and-"

"That's it! They've found what they're lookin' for. Alex, I wouldn't be surprised if we're next. I mean, they did something to me yesterday and I don't even know anymore." Micky replies as she jumps out of her makeshift bed. Last night they took her upstairs, and they did not return until this morning. Throughout the night none of us slept, for the sounds of Micky screaming sent shivers down our spines.

"Keegan? You alright?" Micky asks, waving her hands and jumping up and down to gain my attention.

"What? Oh sorry, lost in thought." I reply.

"Taylor asked what tomorrow is," Alex continued.

"Oh ya, Francis was talkin' to Stryker and Thorton. They be deciding something. Box figured out tomorrow be the day Experiment Xylophelium occurs. I probably won't walk away from it." I answer, mentally shuddering at how bad my speech has become lately. I need to start fixing that right now.

All three teens stop. Taylor stands up and grips the bars of her cell, "Keegan, you're gonna walk away. You're gonna be walkin' with badass claws and skills and the four of us will escape the next day."

"Why the next day?" Alex asks.

Micky looks at Taylor just as confused, "Why not escape right after the experiment?"

Taylor thinks on it, "They will be expectin' us to make an escape tomorrow. They'll be ready for it, 'cause I imagine it'll piss Keegan off due to pain. Also, Keegan will gain a lot of weight. I mean, think of it metal covering the skeleton. She will need at least a day to adjust and rebalance again before she can physically do anything like fight."

"It makes sense," I say, looking over to the others, "that way I wouldn't slow us down because o' fatigue or excess gravity."

"Keegan, we never went to school." Micky reminds me, again. "We don't understand when you talk like that."

"That way I won't be tired, and I will be used to the extra weight." My Canadian accent sounding mundane compared to her Irish.

Alex chimes in, "How about around three days after the experiment? That way Keegan can adjust, no one will expect it, and we will be fresh. I imagine that they'll be proud of themselves an' won't work for a few days."

"Done!" Taylor confirms, looking at the crack in the wall, "Keegan, you better rest. You got a big day tomorrow."

Timeskip

Bright lights blind my vision as I am wheeled into an operation room. I force my head up to observe my surroundings. I'm wearing a white top cropped to reveal my midriff, shoulders and arms. As well as thin white shorts which only cover half of my thighs. My long shaggy hair is hanging loose, covering my eyes again.

The room contains a table hanging over a water tank. Nearby, are needles filled with a grey substance that has a gold tint to it. Behind the tank is a large computer, which is where the experiment will be controlled. Surrounding everything are ten men, wearing military uniforms. As I am strapped to the table, Stryker begins speaking. Everyone's eyes are on me.

"Generals," Stryker begins, "welcome, to Experiment V."

"V?" One of the men behind me asks, I try to look behind me, but I can't.

"Roman numerals," Stryker answers, "Five. Anyways, welcome to history. Today, July 15th 1966, history will be made. Today, we will be binding Xylophelium- a mixture of Adamantium, Vibranium, and a hint of Pyrite to the lower arms of our candidate, Raven Howlett."

"Stryker as brilliant as you, Thorton, and Ajax are, I do have questions." The oldest general says as he sits down. "One, why this mixture of the rarest metals in the world? Secondly, you sent me an invitation reading the entire human skeleton would be covered."

I'm curious myself for Stryker's answer, why did this change?

"Very good questions general, I can answer that." Francis replies before Stryker can, his robotic voice adds to the chilling feeling in the air. "The mixture of Adamantium and Vibranium, the two strongest metals this earth has create one unbreakable metalloid as we call it 'Xylophelium.' With them combined, nothing can break it, except for Xylophelium itself. We had to add Pyrite into the mixture because when broken down, Adamantium and Vibranium together create an unstable and unbalanced chemical formula. Pyrite balances it and makes the metalloid easier to be grafted. Without Pyrite, it would be extremely flammable and explosive. To answer your second question, the original plan was to cover Weapon V's entire skeleton in Xylophelium. Unfortunately, we could not gain enough Vibranium to form the substance. We found enough to cover the lower arms, and the excess bone growth to create the world's strongest blades."

There is murmuring among the men, they are discussing what Francis just told them. I stop at the thought of what year it is.

'1966?!' Box screams inside my head, making me flinch, 'and we thought only a few months had gone by! Holy shatter stacks Raven; we've been in this hell hole for 21 years! We gotta get out of here!'

1966? That can't be right; we've only been here for around three months maybe? Maybe four? Right? I don't even remember what the outside world looks like. Did we win the war? What did the sky look like at dusk? Did they find Steve or Bucky? Am I assumed to be dead? Probably. This whole timey whimey thing is giving me a headache.

"Ajax, start the procedure." Is all I hear. Quickly I am gagged with a mask that sends oxygen into my lungs. I feel the water begin to surround me as the table is lowered, sending chills down my back and throughout my body. The skimpy clothing does not help keep any body heat, for I am already freezing cold. Soon I am completely surrounded by water. I close my eyes to stop the burning sensation from keeping them open.

Then the real pain begins.

I feel like I've been stabbed and shot by hundreds of Hydra men all at once. All through my arms, they burn!

I can't take it much longer. I start to fight. Kicking out and thrashing around I try to get the pain to go away, but no matter what I do it gets worse. My oxygen mask breaks off during my struggle. Now I can't breathe either! I hear my heartbeat increasing, and increasing.

Increasing.

Increasing.

INCREASING! I open my eyes; I make out the blurs of people running around trying to do something. My vision starts to turn black. That's when I feel it. The most horrid feeling in my chest, as if I'm being ripped in two. I scream. My chest and my arms are going numb from the pain.

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Clapping.

I can hear clapping. I feel a rush of air as the table is removed from the water. Two men lift me off the table, and almost fall over at my new weight.

I'm alive? How?

"Miss Raven, you survived!" I look over to see a blurred face at my right. As I am lead to a chair, I can see that it is Pintel, from my first day at Weapon X. He helps me sit down, and leaves. Francis is quickly in front of me, doing a physical exam.

"You gave us a near heart attack my dear," he says as he begins checking the circulation in my hands.

"What?" I whisper, voice barely working.

"You flat lined in the water. We lost you for 5 minutes. Almost called the experiment a failure, but you managed to come back." I stare at him, how could I have died? Didn't I just pass out?

Francis grabs a stethoscope and puts it over my heart. He gives a confused look, and moves the stethoscope. He looks even more confused.

"Stryker, get me an x-ray!" He shouts over his shoulder, "Something's up with her heart!"

Stryker and Sabertooth bring foreword a small machine, and place it on my chest. They stare at the screen, as their eyes widen in shock.

"Miss Howlett," Stryker says to me and shakes my hand, "not only are you the first successful weapon, but you also now have two hearts."