Prologue

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  "Please, don't do this to me anymore. I don't know how much more I can ta-" the very young girl's sentence had been cut off by a bloodcurdling scream as various needles were plunged into her skin. The scientists near her scribbled things on their papers and continued to shoot unknown substances into her body as it writhed in pain. The girl was no more than ten years old and had been sent, no, sold over to these intensive experiments months ago and no one had been concerned enough to look for her. After that, she had lost what hope and light she once held at survival and happiness. Day after day was one that held constant pain, each worse than the other. Night after night was full of silent whimpers and tears of her waving hope as they mixed with the blood that had permanently stained her body. She never thought she'd make it out alive until one night after more experiments. One of the scientists had left a water bottle in the room and as the girl, Vivian, let her tears fall, she had no idea what had been happening to the unattended bottle before her. The more her sobs shook her, the more the water bubbled up until a shaking sob escaped her lips and the cap on the water exploded, shocking her as she watched the drops collect at her feet and go up her body, washing away the long collected blood from her skin. She took a look at her hands that had been clamped behind cold metal in wonder and fear and attempted to concentrate on getting out of the shackles that attached themselves to her. She felt rumbling under her cold feet until branches from odd-looking plants grew and attached themselves to her shackles, pulling at them tightly until finally they broke apart and the broken girl fell to the floor with a loud thud. She shakily got up, looking at the now fallen branches that had helped her escape and to the water that had previously helped her. Her head then immediately turned to the camera that had been placed to watch her every move and she quickly used a branch to wipe it out as soon as an alarm began blaring. She quickly looked around the room she'd been locked in, thinking about how unwise it would be to go out the front door. Scanning the rest, she saw the vent big enough for her to go through but no way of reaching so far up. Biting her lip, she sighed shakily and her feet had suddenly not been touching the ground, raising her to the vent. Quickly, she slipped inside, screwing the vent closed as she crawled inside just as the doors had been busted open. "Where's the girl?" one of them said. "Where is Viri Elementaribus? We can't lose track of her!" "She couldn't have gone that far. She's weak," the head scientist, Dr. Lawrence, spoke. The sound of his accent infuriated Vivian to a point it made her blood boil. Her nails dug into the vent she hid in as the branches that had helped her now grew thorns, aiming at the other scientists' chests. Screams were heard as they were all pierced and through the shaking of the lab and the burst of the windows, Vivian had fallen from the vent, groaning as she hit the now glass-covered floor. She winced and looked up as she heard laughter. Her now electric green eyes met with Dr. Lawrence who'd been impaled in various areas and watched the whole scene, blood collecting and dripping out of his mouth. "Alas, my goal has been fulfilled," he chuckled, coughing up blood until he died. Vivian had collected tears in her eyes, her anger extinguishing and fear and pain collecting as she looked at what she'd just done. And there she sobbed, unable to move from the glass shards that had been embedded into her body until police came, taking her to the ER and attempting to console her while she detached herself from the rest of the world in an orphanage until, well, until Nick Fury had come into her life.

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