Lotus's life had never been normal. The fourteen year old had lost her father at three, and her mother at the young age of six. She was eventually taken in by who'd she assumed was people who would help her- but she was tested on for the next seven...
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The room was dark. It's gray, plain walls were splattered with rust and hints of wood could be seen underneath. The floor was black, like a pit, which could make your stomach drop when you walked upon it. A single, dim, cracked light hung from the ceiling, swaying with a creak.
In the corner of the room, a girl was curled up, her head buried in her hands. Her tawny hair hung messily over her face, hiding anything that wasn't covered by her shaking fingers. Short, wheezing sobs could be heard from her, as she gasped for breath.
The room was empty, aside from the girl. The door, which was securely locked, couldn't be seen in the darkness.
Suddenly it opened, rather abruptly, making the girl flinch and desperately shuffle deeper into the corner. A tall, thin man stalked in, his dark eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he studied her.
"Take her back to the rest. The experiment failed." He spat, his fingers curling. The corners of his mouth twisted upward in a smile, a wicked, horrifying smile that made the girl's stomach churn.
"Don't worry sweetheart. It's not your fault. One day, you'll be powerful, and you'll bring the world to their knees." The girl looked up as he spoke, sniffling. Her eyes shone with curiosity and fear, and as the man extended his hand, she rose to her feet and took it.
The young seven year old wiped her nose with her sleeve, and walked beside the man as he led her out. Only to be seized by the men outside, she whimpered and squirmed as they dragged her away.
Lotus's eyes flew open, as she sat upright in her bed, breathing heavily. Tears littered her cheeks, and her face was pale. Rubbing her eyes, the girl laid back down, pulling the covers up over her face.
She felt like she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, haunted by images of her past. The little, weak seven-year-old was no more. Lotus was fourteen and her easy days were over. Now, work was the only thing that remained.
Hard, obedient work. Work that required effort, strength, and stamina. Work that with one mistake, could cost you greatly.
The bell rang, as it did every morning at 4:30 AM. Lotus rose to her feet, and changed from her nightgown into her work-suit. It was plain white, clean and proper. The girl did her hair up into a ponytail, turned, and stood in front of the door.
The door to her room- or well, the correct term was cell- opened slowly, and loudly. Lotus didn't flinch at the noise. Stepping out, she swiftly and neatly joined the single file line. They walked for some time, their arms at their sides and their steps big and graceful.
Across the hallway, down the first flight of stairs. Across the next hallway, stopping only briefly when someone stepped out of line and was immediately swarmed by guards. Down the second flight of stairs. The process continued, over and over. Lotus lost track of the hallways and stairs they went through and down, as she always did.
