Author's Notes

Sorry this took so long, I've been pretty swamped with homework lately. I'll try to be a bit better about writing up new chapters and posting them quicker.

Thanks to the two people who actually reviewed. It makes me feel happy that someone cares enough about this to review. Also thanks to all the people who are actually reading this, I am actually getting a decent amount of hits lately so that makes me more eager to finish this too.

*I do not own Heroes or its characters*

Memories

I look around me. Everything is dark and I can barely see my hands stretched out in front of me. I feel myself rock back and forth slightly. I know where I am as soon as I feel the cold metal wall behind me. I know that I am being watched but I can't see anything but black around me. I hate this place with a burning passion.

A loud siren starts ringing and I moan in pain. The sound makes my head feel like it is going to explode and all I can do is try to lessen the pain by covering my ears with my hands. The one disadvantage to covering my ears is that I can't hear the people approaching me. Even with the annoyingly painful siren, I would hear the shuffling of their feet if my hands weren't over my ears. I don't know they are in my room until I feel two of them grab my arms and yank me up.

They proceed to pull me out of my room into a blindingly light hallway and eventually into the room I called the Class Room. Class Room... sure, if you call forcing a child to attack dummies and to do military level drills teaching; I like to call this place the End of Innocence Room...but that is just me, always looking on the bright side of things. Once in the room, all I can do is do what I am told and hope that they will let me go outside for some sun. I am not sure if it is even summer, but I don't care. Any air, no matter how cold, would be heavenly compared to the stale air in this place.

"Well hello Miss De Rochere! How are you today?" a 'teacher' asks me as the heavy metal door closes behind me.

I just look at the teacher and shrug. I am fine, or at least the drugs they are keeping me on are keeping my numb enough for me not to feel anything but calm nothingness. It's not like they care anyways, if you tell them you are hurt or sore they won't give you an easier day, no if anything they will make you work more for complaining.

My teacher nods slightly and writes something on his little clipboard. "So today you get to work on agility and speed. How do you feel about that?" he says to me in an annoyingly calm voice.

I roll my eyes and nod slightly. At least speed and agility are better the combat or strength. Tomorrow, I won't wake up too sore to move. I won't welcome the drugs so that I can walk around my dark room without crying out in pain.

The teacher just motions towards one of the walls and says "We are gonna start with a beep test. Maybe this time you won't fail so miserably."

So, to them I failed my last beep test. Well, they were crazy then! I got to level 12 out of 14. I am half sure I did better than half of the people here that day. Sure, I didn't hold any records but there was no way I was ever going to beat a flash. For them, getting through the whole thing was a piece of cake. For me, it was hard as hell to even get past level 10. Sure I was fit, but I was only 12! My legs weren't that long yet and my lungs and heart weren't even near being fully grown. It would be a while until I got to level 14 without having a heart attack or passing out.

I walk towards to wall as slow as possible to start this hellish torture of an exercise and I do my best to get past my last record. I push myself to keep going long after I feel light headed and past the burning fire in my lungs. This isn't right, they shouldn't be making me do this but it isn't like I'll ever be able to stop them from making me.

A little voice in the back of my head told me that I could stop this if I really wanted to. I was so shocked that my feet stopped moving for a split second before I made them keep going. That split second was enough for my legs to somehow get tangled or something because before I knew it I was falling face first into the hard wooden floor. I managed to spin slightly in the air so I landed on my shoulder instead of my face and I felt myself slide to the wall that I had been running full speed towards just moments ago.

My teacher walked towards me and I could feel the anger he was feeling. Before he could start yelling at me I manage to get up into a hunting crouch. I felt like a lion ready to attack its prey. My eyes were blazing wildly and I let my instincts take over. I didn't want to be here, I wanted to go home! Why didn't they just leave me alone! I let all of my anger out on this stupid, cruel man's body. His blood was covering most of the room long before anyone was able to get a sedative to stop me.

I smile madly at my clothes and hands that were dripping with blood. I laughed like the crazy psychopath I was and I hissed warningly at any who dared to near me. I could feel every pair of eyes on me and I liked it. I liked being seen for what I was. I was just a crazy little killer. They should have killed me long before they made me snap because now, they wouldn't be able to train me anymore without risking everyone around me. I looked into one of the teacher's eyes and noted that he had realised this too.

I laughed crazily and I sat down next to the bloody body, drenching myself further with his blood. It felt good and warm on my cold, numb skin. I was so occupied with the strange feeling of his blood that I hardly noticed the needle in my shoulder. I did however feel the sedative as it ran through my body. I slashed the teacher's body before I let myself fall into a hazy darkness.

I sat up straight in bed and I noticed that I was covered with cold sweat. I was trembling furiously and I looked around the room wildly. I feel a pair of eyes on me so I turned to look at Mohinder's worried face. I take a deep breath to calm myself and I attempt to smile.

"Just a bad dream, I am fine" I say trying to sound comfortable and happy.