Red

Prolouge

The walls were closing in. People were attacking from all sides, the guy on my left threw a punch that would have knocked a normal person on their ass, but it just bounced off me. I in turn backhanded the guy and sent him flying into one of the walls. I would have felt bad, but it was that guys job to get thrown around, he totally asked for it. However, I couldn't waste any more time worrying about goon number whatever. I had more guys to deal with, another douche attacked jabbing a knife into my unprotected side, the guy must have been pretty strong because I think he actually managed to scratch me, but all he really succeeded in doing was pissing me off. Deciding I was done with that bullshit, I pulled out the staff I had strapped to my back and swung it in a wide arc, taking out all the goons surrounding me. Of course there were more behind them, but I was prepared for that. With my enhanced speed I ran at at good who looked particularly determined to be an asshole, effectively mowing him down, then proceeded to rear back to land a high kick on yet another goon. In the split second between the two attacks I took in my surroundings, noting that the ten remaining men (all dressed in black) who were preparing to take me down were all armed with either knives or old fashioned swords. A select few (like me) possessed staffs. They had gathered in a loose circle around me in the small empty room, looks of fierce determination painted across their faces. I knew, despite their childish resolve to be the first goon able to take me down, that they had no chance of actually beating me. From the slightly fearful look on the goons faces who were particularly keen to try their luck at fighting a Super-human, I could tell that my normally emerald green eyes were now a glowing a neon yellow color. That always happened when my emotions were running high. Looking at the men I could tell exactly what I had to do to take them down. I launched myself into the air, did a flip, (what could I say, I was a bit of a show off), and landed on one guy's shoulders, he crumpled from the force with which I had landed on him, the other goons, a bit stunned were slow to react giving me the time to punch another one in the face, knocking him out, and whack another with my staff. The men quickly regained their wits and began attacking me again, I ducked, dodged and slipped away from various attacks, all the while continuing to knock them out one by one, until it was just me and the last goon. I paused for a half second, I knew this guard, I think his name was Justin or Jordan, or something, I met him when I was first brought here, he gave me food and fresh clothes, he had been nice to me, but my split second of pause had given him the perfect opening, he jabbed his knife into my stomach with enough force to embed the knife about a half inch in, and damn if that didn't hurt. Angrily I sent a well placed side kick and hit him in his waist, a little harder than I should have, sending him flying into one of the walls. I stood there in the middle of the room, a little out of breath, when a voice came through the intercom.

"Well done Alexandra, well done, you may escort yourself to the examination room to get your injuries checked out, and then you are done for the night."

Then through unseen vents in the walls gas seeped into the room, its purpose to leave me drowsy and barely able to function, so I couldn't escape. I was very familiar with the knockout gas. It was called that because that was exactly what it did to a normal person, as a matter of fact it might even kill a regular human, but not me, I just wasn't that lucky. I stumbled out of the room, taking slow tired looking steps, when I got out of the room, I let out the breath I had been holding, and looked around to see if any of the cameras were pointed at me, they weren't. So I took a few deep breaths and continued pretending to stumble towards the examination room, my least favorite place in the whole compound. I opened the door and saw Dr. Grace sitting there waiting for me, a nasty looking syringe in his hand. Dr. Grace was the head of project Luna's science department and the scariest guy I had ever met. It wasn't because of how he looked, he was a short little guy, probably in his mid forties with graying blonde hair, the scary thing was his eyes, they were this pale, almost translucent shade of blue, and there was just a certain madness to them that was absolutely terrifying.

"Alright Alexandra, this shot here is just going to knock you out while I examine you, we wouldn't want you accidentally hurting me now would we?"

Oh yes we would, I thought, staring at that giant- ass syringe, no way in hell was I going to let him examine my unconscious body...again. Deciding that it was now or never and I had to get out of there, I reared up and socked the good doctor right in his smug little face, and damn if that didn't feel good. Thankfully there were no cameras in the examination room, I wasn't sure why, but I knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. So I picked up Dr.Grace's unconscious body and stuffed him into one of the empty cabinets, then for good measure I injected him with a tiny shot of what was in the syringe, had I given him more it probably would have killed him. I then opened the door and moved somnambulantly to my room. Once there I disabled the camera in the corner, which meant the clock was ticking. I grabbed my extra staff, a couple knives that I had been smuggling in, swept my light blonde hair up into a ponytail and darted out the door. By now the guards must have been notified about my disabling the camera in my room, but lucky for me I had knocked out a good portion of them earlier so now there would be a lot less after me. I quickly made my way down the hall to the control room. There were only two goons in there and I knocked them out quickly, then I looked at all the computers, somewhere on one of those computers was all the information they had on me, like how my address, my full name, my family, friends, and all the reasons they selected me to be a part of project Luna. I guess they were good reasons, because I was the only subject to survive all the experiments. The experiments that haunted me night and day, project Luna was a human study to see if they could create a superhuman, using the DNA of wolves, and not just any wolves, genetically engineered wolves, so yeah, I was a superhuman, and no, I'm not a werewolf, I cannot turn myself into a wolf, that simply wasn't possible.

Shaking my head I returned my thoughts to the problem at hand, the computers. If I had the time I could have found all the information and destroyed it (enhanced intelligence was also something that came from the experiments) so instead I grabbed my staff and began whacking. Within minutes the computers had all been reduced to rubble. With that I ran out of the control room, though I doubted it would be controlling anything anytime soon, I suppressed a giggle, I had to get out of here, I had to get justice, but that was another story. I ran through the halls, knocking out every guard I encountered. Leaving a trail of unconscious people in my wake. When I got to the front entrance I encountered what I figured to be all of the remaining guards, about twenty or so super buff guys, all waiting to take me on, this was going to be cake, I smiled and raised my staff.

Ten minutes and twenty or so unconscious guards later I was racing out into the dense forest surrounding the compound, I was free. It took me the rest of the day, but after miles and miles of forest I reached a small town in, it turns out, Montana, where started to hitchhike my way home.