Book One;
F/n Cadou was an orphan taken in by Claire Redfield. She was trained, she was taught, and most of all, she learned of her superhuman abilities.
Due to those abilities, F/n would set off on her first mission with a well known agent, Leon S...
It was always so dark inside of F/n's room. However, this fear taught her something..
SPARK
She could create a fiery flame from the palm of her hand lighting up the room that now showed it's true colors. Bricked walls, chains, a small bed, and a rusted cage door.
Unfortunately, this was how she saw home. Outside, it was no better. The sun never seemed to shine on this place, but alone she would sit for hours at a time it would almost feel like.
Until, the cage would be opened by a woman with distinctly white orbs. The woman, named mother by the girl, would wisk her away from her safe caged home and onto a bed adorned with straps and a jarring amount of medical equipment. The woman only spoke simple commands to the young child.
"Sit." Gesturing to the bed.
"Lie down." The young girl obeys, knowing nothing else but the commands of this woman with white eyes. The girl would watch on as her mother would strapped each limb in, her next move was the machine to the girls right.
However, during these sessions, the girl would lose consciousness. Only, to wake up in the same room she started in, her safe haven. Door locked shut.
It was raining now...
The girl was used to this, she was only seven years old, but this had been her whole life. Full of testing and never understanding what was fully going on.
The next day was different though. A man visited Mother, said he was a very old friend of hers. The young girl would listen in on small conversations held between Mother and others, having nothing else to do to pass the time. But, then as usual, the talks end and left is the sound of rain drops on her windowsill.
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Through the night, she would be awake. Sparking flames from her fingertips, captivated by the numb feeling settling where the fire spreads.
"Facinating. Facinating specimen indeed." A deep voice from the dark, flying and targeting F/n right in the chest. Her flame extinguished quickly as a quick surprise huff fell from her lips.
"So you are the F/n I've heard all about." She slowly moved away from the man and crouched against the wall. It seemed as if the man could sense her fear.
"No need to be afraid my child. I'm here to bring you home." F/n stood when the man spoke of home. Young, but sure of the real home she wanted. "Where?" Her small voice cracked as she inquired about this home.
"You'll see soon enough, just make sure to keep this between us, okay?" His deep voice was soft, uncomfortably so.
Regardless, she nodded. Watching as the man with no name stood from his previously crouched position. He walked off, but not before giving F/n one last glance.
"Goodnight, my child."
•••
The next morning was different. F/n had not been woken up, and the room was empty outside of her barred walls. Her eyes glanced around before noticing her cage door was open.
"But.. how?" She questioned outloud. As if to see if anyone would come and lock her away.
Her hands latched onto the cold rusted bars and pulled with all the strength she had. The door creaked as if it were warning her not to leave.
She stepped out into the room, paper, books, glass beakers. All things F/n saw as normal. Her fingertips grazed the wooden table, picking up the loose dust on her fingers.
Her steps wandered throughout the room, when she soon noticed a cold breeze blowing her hair into her face.
A window was open.
F/n blinked a few times before she decided.
She climbed out the window, landing on the ground. She was able to feel cold, dry grass prick her bare feet. It was so cold, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins was warm.
"Just what are you doing out here?"
F/n stiffened as a familiar male voice slithered it's way into her ears. She quickly turned around to see the man from earlier. His face went from a fine line to a soft smile, before chuckling.
"You ready to go home?" He asks softly. F/n's brows furrow as she wears a serious face.
"Yes."
• • • • • •
FIVE YEARS LATER
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"F/n, back against the wall, no talking."
You listen to the intercom and stand from your white medical bed before sauntering off towards the wall. Everything was the same color. White. A way to feel clean. For you it was a way to feel trapped.
"Subject Cadou is ready for the next experiment."
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Author- Some of you probably have a good idea of what's going on, but wait there's more. Apologies for it being short, this is how most flashbacks will be.
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