A/N I've decided to reward my readers for all their wonderful reviews by finally telling about Taylor's past. Don't blame for any tears or shocks that come to you. Enjoy!

Holiday lead Taylor out of the lab to a strangely patient Rex. Holiday gave him a strange look before asking, "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, Six told me to wait for Taylor to come out so I can take her to her room" Holiday nodded and turned towards Taylor. She looked like she was okay with it so Holiday let Rex take her. The pair walked quietly down the hallway until they reached Taylor's room. She walked up to the door and pressed the button next to the door frame. The door opened with a whoosh and she peeked inside.
The room was almost completely white except for bed covers and the frame of the TV.
"I'm guessing you want to be alone for now, right?"
Taylor jumped for she had forgotten Rex was even there. She turned around and nodded slowly. Rex turned to go back to the lab. She closed to door after he left and flopped down on the bed. "How did this even happen?", she thought, "One minute, I'm in a mental hospital, the next I'm in a huge Providence base, how?" Tears sprung to her eyes as her whole past flashed in her mind
Flashback:
She was five years old, standing in front of a big black coffin. Her mother had died in a car accident and was instantly killed. She looked up at her father, who had tears coming out of his eyes. A crowd of people was standing around her, whispering or staying quiet. Looking back up at her dad, she noticed he was glaring now, at her. She put her head down, trying to avoid his gaze. She trembled fore she knew what would happen when she got home.
5 years later:
She was hiding under her bed, trying to hide from the beast that was her father. It was a miracle she had been surviving for five years, enduring the numerous beatings, ignoring the hundreds of cuts and bruises that covered her arms, face, and back. Small tears were slowly coming out of her eyes and a whimper escaped her lips as she heard foot steps outside her door. The door creaked open and a voice was heard "Were are you you little brat!" His foot steps were nearing the bed, she felt a hand on her ankle, he found her.
2 months later:
All she remembered was a bright light engulfing the house. She heard her dad scream in pain as he fell to the ground, unmoving. All she felt was a sudden warmth inside her that seemed to be protecting her from the danger around her. The bright light was gone in minutes but the damage wasn't. She crawled over to her father, noticing that he was cold and not breathing. A small prayer of thanks escaped her as she thanked the light. Her father was dead, she was free. Slowly, she walked out of her house that had once been her prison. Looking back, she started for the nearest house to finally get help.
3 years later:
She had been staying with a foster home since she was ten. She always enjoyed the feeling of safety she had every day, knowing that no one would ever hurt her again. If they ever tried, they would be in for a surprise. After a month of living in foster home, she discovered she could do a wonderful thing. Control fire. She had been snapping her fingers to her favorite song when she noticed a warm feeling in her hand. She looked, a blue flame was flickering in her hand. It did not hurt, she did not scream, she smiled at the little flame. She mastered her ability in three days. Finally, was she truly happy. For the moment.
1 year later:
She had playing with a fire puppy when her foster mom came in. She tried to tell her mother that every thing was alright but her mother screamed, "Get away from me you evo freak!" and ran into the house. She was so confused, why was her mother scared, she wasn't a freak. There were many people that had powers, she heard about them in the news. She wandered into her foster home and saw strange men in white talking to her mother. Her mother pointed at her and the men went towards her. She ran as fast as she could out of the house. She was almost to the edge of the yard before she felt the needle pierce her skin. Her vision went black and she hit the sidewalk.
1 year later:
She was sitting quietly in her room as a Doctor walked in. He was a kind man that was always trying to get her to talk, to tell them what happened four years ago. She had refused to talk to anyone when she was admitted into the mental hospital. She trusted no one, they all wanted to hurt her. Even the Doctor wanted to, he hadn't yet, but he will she was sure of it. The other people here never talked to her, only the Doctor did. Creepy men with clip boards were constantly trying to get her to talk about what happened to her. They never left her alone, not for one minute of the day. Once they were so annoying, she purposely melted one's clip board. They were so freaked out, they ran out of her room. She was left alone for three days until Rex and Six came.

Back to the present:

Her only happy memory was coming to Providence. She thanked god that she met Six and Rex. Holiday might get some getting use to. The needle would not be forgotten easily.

A/N There you have it folks. Taylor's past. Thank you all for reviewing, favoring, and reading.