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   “Why didn’t you tell me,” the boy nearly screaming.

   “Sorry next time I’m about to die ill send you a text” the younger, shorter girl said in a sarcastic tone, still sounding mad.

   “Oh well next time a text would be great.”

   David could not stay mad at Mya if he tried, couldn’t for years before now. They both knew that. Mya could only be mad at David for so long, for two reasons. One, his eyes were like Bambi eyes, making her forgive him, his gentle poking her side, trying to get her to smile and feel better. And two, today someone was wanted her dead. The same people that made her this way, they wanted her silenced.

   The way they made her, made her able to hear the shot. Hear the arrow flying, and she could see in her mind how fast, the angle and where it would hit, square in David’s chest. David was all Mya had now. Before Mya even realized it she was stepping forward. Looking at David, knowing this was finally game over, she kissed him. David must have seen the arrow, it finally coming into view; he tried to push her away. It was too late; she could see herself and the arrow in David’s eyes. She could see her own fear, she didn’t want to die, but dying for someone you love seems like a good way to go out. In her head she counted down to touchdown.   3... 2….. 1…..

                        GAME OVER.

About a month before.

  “Humans only use 10% of ze brain,” the spokes person for the “Ace’s” company said “we have unlocked ze power… no ze science of ze brain!”His German accent getting thinker and thicker the more he spoke. “We have started testing on our little  ... project.”

   A picture of a girl popped up on the screen behind the speaker. The conference hall became silent as they stared in aw, they realized that the project was a human girl that look no older than 12. Her eyes were crystal blue, nearly clear. So pale skinned, she was a ghostly image. Her hair was like a rusty gold, like it hasn’t seen sunlight in a very long time.

  “Its identification code is M112358; she will soon be one of t6he most elite humans to walk this earth.” The German man turned off the screen and walk away from it facing the audience that was still in shock. “Thank you for your time and support ladies and gentleman.”

   The cold tile floor was discouraging; it was dark in the “cell block”. That’s what her only 2 friends called the rooms that they were stuck in. she had never talked to them in person, only throwing notes through the bars that separates them. But she knew they were both boys. None of the people here had names, all the taunting numbers that told them they were prisoners, no more than rats, and hers was M112358. The other boys are D246891 and RH94612. She had only ever seen one of their eyes, Bambi eyes, they reminded her of a friend she had before she came to live here.

   She had a home, a family. She even had a name, it was something like May, Max or maybe Mya. She didn’t remember anymore. She had a mom, no dad, but had a brother… no, now was not the time, she thought. Not the time to bring up all of the dark thing from the past.

   It was guard change time. The only time that they could walk up to the bars and throw the notes to each other. This happened every night lately, if they were lucky, they could get 2 or 3 notes a night. In the three years she had been here they never spoke in person or about the past, about who they were before they ended up here. Before the “ACE’s” corporation made her this experiment. They haven’t actually did anything major to her, but they made her forget who she was, before. They tested her to see if she had any flaws. To see is she was able to “receive the gift of being elite” said on of the German doctors when she had come here.