To Burn A Phoenix (Complete GxG)

Original idea

So, the only reason TBAP got made was because of the story below. It was originally meant to be one short story and we all know just how well that worked out.

PS: Everything below is copy pasted, and I left the short behind halfway.
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The A/N: this one might not be all that short...
Desc: she turned 6 and then was immediately put into an experiment. The experiment to create super humans. She goes through life watching the humans as they lived from the glass of her little tube. She never thought there was anyway out of the thing and grew to love it. But of course, she got yanked out.
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4 years ago
I traipsed into my room. I was going to prove that there was nothing shady about the Phoenix Project. I grabbed onto my camera and slid into the compound like a snake. 
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Present day
I looked at the world around me, my eyes barely able to make out the green world.
What did they put into my tank?

My father strolled into the room. I moved my hands and banged on the glass of my tank to get his attention. He walked over, with a grimace on his face.
"Good god, what is it now?!" The man yelled.
I grabbed my mouth tube and held the broken thing up to the aged scientist on the other side of the door.
"I told Exile to tell me if anything was broken!"
I shrugged, or tried to, at least.
"I guess I should say this, since you're my daughter, happy 12th birthday."
I stared blankly at him for a while, not sure what to do.
"Goodbye." He strolled off and didn't turn back.

I sat there, the only noise was that of the machines and scientists around me. My gaze fell to the floor, where a tall blonde woman stood. She looked just like my friends had before I was locked away. I watched her as she came closer to my tank.

"Why did you come here?" She asked, staring right at my face.
I stared awkwardly. Not like there was much I could do.
"You should have just yelled and punched your pillows when we said your family was doing human experiments.
I closed my eyes and stopped listening to her. She didn't take too kindly to that and started hitting my tank.
"You can't even speak to me now?! What is this bullshit!?"
I pointed at the thing covering my mouth, it was like an oxygen mask, but black in colour and made of steel with a couple of weird holes that seemed to serve no real purpose.
"I know that, but listen to what I say!"
I turned my body from her as much as I could. I could feel her staring at my back.
"I give up. I'll let your father know you're a brat."
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I never thought I'd be taken out of my tank. Never on any day for any reason. But that was today, I felt sick as they slowly drained the green liquid out of my tank. I don't wanna leave. I choked as they removed my mask and I cried as they pulled out the various tubes in place for bandages and antiseptics. My breathing was uneven, and I could barely stop myself from hyperventilating. My father grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently, he kept holding it until my breath evened out and became more normal.

"Can you speak?"
"A'hhm tryyyyingggg, shoe speek poper lie."
"Somewhat."
"Ahh wawwa ro bbac inzithe the thank"
"No. We need to do these tests, proved we accomplished something, than after that go back in."
"Wha canth Ah shust ro bbac in?"
"To prove we accomplished something!"
"Ah hathe shis! Ah hathe vuu!"
I stamped my foot on the grey floor. "Stop throwing a tantrum! Just listen to me before I start dragging you!"

I felt large arms grab me from behind. I was dragged off and dolled up by weird people. They put weird clothes on me that I didn't like. They stuffed me into some underwear, then shoved a green and blue sweater on top of that and finally, they threw some some skinny jeans onto me. The sweater was itchy and I hated the way the jeans kept scratching up my legs with their frayed ends. The undergarments smelt like rotting cheese. The weird people smiled at me. I kicked the one wearing a bright yellow shirt in the face and watched him fly like a pretty little canary.

"Ow! Shit!" He yelled too loud, making me cover my ears and squeeze my eyes shut.
I couldn't control myself so I started to cry. "Ah wawwa ro bbac!" My soft sobs flew into hysterical crying.
"You're twelve years old! Stop being a baby!" A different person came up and slapped me.
"Ur tha onlie pice of zhit! Awl uv u!" I cried even harder and started screaming loud enough to break glass.
This time, they were the ones who covered their ears. "Cane go get the mask!"

I felt the familiar sensation of having my mask on again. I felt it's metal hooks sink back into my flesh and stopped crying. I smiled and played with it happily

"Way! Masky ish bbac!"
"Mas...ky?" Even if I couldn't talk to the weird people and scientists that surrounded me, I could talk to the objects around me with my thoughts.

They shook their heads in a weird unison. I just pressed the mask further into my flesh, begging for some kind of reassurance from the one familiar thing they gave me. One of the people yanked it away when my face began to bleed. I couldn't stop them. So I cried again, louder this time, and more glass broke, even the shards. I made it rain glass. It broke even more as I cried more. I calmed down when they shoved the mask back on. I sunk it deeper into my skin then before, I let it sink into my face, happy with my only memory.
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1 hour later

I was told what to say, how to act, and even how to walk. It was weird but it payed off when the scary looking men came in.

"What are you?"
"I am EX-1220059, I was on of the experiments created to help cure a deadly disease."
"What was this disease?"
"I was never given the full details but I believe it was called 'pancreatic cancer'." He nodded and wrote something down on his grey and boring looking notepad.
"So you had pancreatic cancer?" No, but I was told to say that.
"Correct."
"Are there any traces of it left?"
"As I was told, no." I wanna go back into the tank...
"How long did your treatment last?"
"6 years. For this reason it will not be put for commercial use yet."
"That's quite a long time, how did you survive?"

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The original idea would be that the interviewer would ask EX her name, and she wouldn't be able to answer, the man would get suspicious and John would get mad at EX and she would die. Feel good writer if the century am I right?