Prologue

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The little girl, no more than nine-years-old, was chained to a large metal chair. Her head hung down, trying to avoid the glaring red octopus symbol that was painted on the wall in front of her. The symbol was at the center of every nightmare. There was one guard standing in front of the door, the only exit and entrance point, and two guards standing behind the chair. Multiple sets of feet were getting louder, heading towards the room she was in. If she wasn't mistaken, she could also hear a set of feet being dragged as well.

A knock sounded at the door, signaling for the guard standing in front of it to open it. Two guards marched in before an older man in a suit followed. His reddish hair and piercing blue eyes were going to be hard to forget. Another set of guards came in behind the well dressed man, dragging another man by his arms, which one appeared to be metal. The man had long brown hair, covering his face. He was extremely buff and his shirtless chest revealed multiple scars and a sizable bleeding gash.

"Are you ready to show me what you can do?" The well dressed man asked as he came to stand in front of the girl. "I've heard you have quite the talent." The guards threw the injured man to the ground, revealing that his wound went straight through him. "Heal him."

The man motioned his head towards the girl, signaling for two of the guards to come forward and unchain her. Unsteadily, the girl stood up and slowly walked over toward the injured man. She knelt down beside the man. Her hand came out and rested on top of the wound on his back. Taking a deep breath, the girl closed her eyes and concentrated. Energy began to flow through her and into the man's wound. As the man started healing, the girl grew weaker. Once the girl could tell that the man was fully healed, she opened her eyes and pulled her hand away. She was swaying slightly and breathing heavily.

The suited man crouched down to check her work. "Nice job," he smiled wickedly. "Now, I've heard that you have other abilities as well. Show me."

The girl stood up and concentrated on the suited man's thoughts. "It won't work," she mumbled. Her throat hurt and her voice was rough, having not been allowed to speak in too long.

"Excuse me?"

"You want to see if the super serum will work on me. It's all you and the scientist have been thinking about. It won't work on me. I... I already have super strength."

"Show me."

The girl walked over to the cement side wall. She formed a fist with her right hand and, with all her strength, she punched the wall. The guards flinched as a sizable dent formed in the cement wall, with cracks surrounding it. She turned back around to face the suited man with no care to her aching hand as she knew it would heal.

"Anything else?" The suited man asked.

Glancing around the room, the girl chose one of the guards that seemed more timid than the rest. She entered his mind, but instead of reading it, she controlled it. Without any control over himself, the guard pulled out the gun he had on his hip. He shot two of the guards in the leg before putting his gun back. The suited man smirked, clearly impressed with the sight before him. But he was too cocky. The girl quickly entered his mind and began torturing him. He yelled out, grabbing his head, and falling to his knees.

The metal-armed man who the girl had healed quickly jumped up from the floor, grabbed the girl by the neck, and slammed her into the wall. This caused her to lose concentration and slip out of the man's mind. The girl cried out as the metal hand around her neck began tightening. She pushed through into his mind. He was scared and in pain too. He had no control over his actions and he didn't know who he really was, not even his name. At least she still knew her name.

"That's enough, Soldier," the suited man ordered as he stood up, regaining himself. "She's going to be of good use to us. Bring her to the memory chamber. We're going to wipe her clean again and start fresh."

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