Monster

Chapter 1

All I could feel was pain.

It was everywhere; from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I tried to struggle, to do anything but I couldn't move, I couldn't even open my eyes. It was burning, burning, and I felt like someone was ripping me apart piece by little piece.

As if from a distance, I heard muffled voices, but before I could even hope, I blacked out.

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I woke up in a dark room, in a silky bed that was most definitely not my own.

Not that I would really know, I realized, since I couldn't remember anything but that pain.

With the realization I felt fear unfurl in my chest, I felt it run through my veins like lead and suddenly it was the only thing I could think about.

I didn't have anything. I didn't know who my parents were, my friends, my enemies. I didn't know my favorite food or where I went to school or my birthday. Everything was totally gone.

I struggled out of the covers that seemed to entrap me, tangling around my legs tighter and tighter, like they wanted to suffocate me. In the back of my head I knew that it wasn't real, but it didn't stop the ever growing fear.

Suddenly, I felt all of my fear turn into something steel, something powerful. A weapon. A burst of energy went through me, and everything in my room started shaking. It was like an earthquake, but I had a feeling that this wasn't normal. I heard footsteps rush down a hallway, and it burned my ears. Everything was so loud. I clapped my hands over my ears and noticed the small crack in the wall was, which was probably the door. I also somehow knew that there was a spider crawling under my bed and a dresser about three feet from my head.

Before any of it could register, the door opened. I was too distracted by the three people standing there to realize that I was right about where the door was.

Two were men and one was a women, though none of them were familiar. One man had brown hair and brown eyes, he looked old enough to have children. He was holding a bow with its arrow pointed at my chest. The other one looked nicer, with no weapons aimed to kill. He looked like he was a few years older than the other one, but he was wearing a lab coat and slightly crooked glasses. Out of the three of them, the woman comforted me the most. She had short red hair and wore a skin tight black suit; definitely not something I would ever wear, but to each her own, I guess.

"She's awake." said the guy in the lab coat, looking shocked.

"We should tell Steve to bring over some food and water for her, we have a lot of explaining to do."

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TWO YEARS LATER

I stood in the training room, focusing on my opponent. Six feet tall, stocky build, easily five years older than me and at least fifty pounds heavier. When he took a step closer to me I noticed a slight limp on his left leg, probably a childhood injury. He was right handed, typical, and judging by the way he was squinting at me he was nearsighted.