Prologue

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My eyes were blinded by a large white light above me. My vision was blurry and sounds were inaudible. Mind racing with thoughts, I struggled to get up, only to find I was restrained.

I looked around frantically, until my eyes landed on a man. He was kind of tall, bald and he wore a monocle. A sly smile was across his face and seemed to enjoy my struggling. His words came out slow at first but I soon grasped what he was saying.

"Poor, sweet little girl, you're all alone. No family to run to, nowhere to hide and no one to save you. No one can stop my plan for you."

One tear slipped from my five year old eye. "Where's my family?" I begged.

"Dead," was his simple reply.

Another tear fell as I believed this awful tale. Was no one truly going to save me? Apparently not today. He came close to the bed and crouched down to meet my eyes.

"I'll make you better. Once you have my help, no one you love will die," he explained.

This wasn't truth at all. "Nu-uh."

"No? It wasn't a question. I will do what I wish with you and no one can stop me."

He smiled so evilly when the scientists and surgeons appeared. All of the next hour, all you could hear was my screams of pain. No one ever came to my rescue.

Eighteen years later, I'm still a Hydra experiment. A lot of things have changed. The most astonishing was a day I will never forget.


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