Fates Intertwined

Prologue

There once was a point in time where Humans and Mythics lived together. As one. Mages were set in different courts, whether it be vampire, werewolf, syrens.

But then there were those who grew greedy. Power hungry.

The humans began to fear us, more than they already had. And it led to the Christening. Hunters grew in numbers and the more hunters there were, the less Mythics existed. At least, that's how the humans saw it.

Mythics turned into legends and legends turned into myths.

But that doesn't mean we don't exist. Many have spent their entire lives in hiding. Many get caught. Many don't even know they have powers and end up dead.

But I knew. I've always known. But I didn't know how to control it, and I got caught.

Labs have been created for centuries, longer in fact. It's where most of the Mythics disappear to. Most don't believe in them, but they exist.

I live in one.

I've been trapped in this hellhole for God knows how long. They use us as puppets. Making us perform. We're their entertainment.

We aren't people. We're toys.

I made the mistake of trusting someone and it landed them dead. I watched as the family who took me in, off the streets was slaughtered and killed in front of me. The murderer got away, and I was captured while trying to run by the townspeople who found out about me.

I was locked away, but I've made it my goal to escape and hunt down the bastard who killed my family.

I have been tested on. Tortured. Abused.

I've been controlled.

I've been limited from my magic, even with my pathetic efforts. They were smart and came prepared.

"Hello, subject seven-eighty-two." The despicable man himself spoke. I slowly brought my gaze up from the floor to meet his gaze and glared. "I see you've finally submerged from your sleep. We've brought food."

My gaze only hardened.

Multiple people walked in then, all wearing headphones. One slowly opened the flap where they carefully and cautiously slid the tray inside. As they pulled away, I ran to the wall of the glassed cube that surrounded me and banged on it. I yelled and banged on the glass, hoping I had some luck breaking it.

I felt something pinch my neck and knew it was another injection.

I've had many of them. I refuse to be a pawn in whatever sick game they're playing. I've done the same thing over and over again, thousands of times.

I collapsed to the ground, the dizziness taking full effect. My world spun and I watched as they walked out, leaving me here. They were done with me, for now.

I already have a long list of people I plan on murdering before I die. That's if I live long enough to escape.

Many people have created a name for me. Shriek or Killer Scream.

Banshee.

I've never understood why my scream was that of a banshee. I barely even understood my magic. Still don't. But that doesn't mean I'm going to let it prevent me from getting out.

"We'll come back later." He said, the last to stay, before walking away. Then the door shuts.

The glass surrounding me may have been soundproof, but they weren't. They could still hear my screams. I know because I made someone's head explode because of it. The glass only kept me caged.

That's why they use headphones, with an extra pair of plugs underneath for further protection.

I was going to escape, I told myself even as my eyes fluttered shut. I just needed the perfect distraction to do it.