What happens when

Part 1 of chapter 1

        "You remember what your old man taught you, don't you sweet heart? Don't let anyone near you, don't let them see you, your invisible to them, you understand me?...Good, and one more thing. You get the son of a bitch that did this...."

                                                        FOUR YEARS LATER

The night air was calm as the last rays of light flitted through the trees and creeped through the open window panes in my run down little shack. A small shiver ran through my tiny body, I had always loved nights like this, where the forests natural song coursed through you and made you feel just so...connected. But things cant be relished long, and I knew that, but I had a few hours yet to collect myself and they couldn't be wasted. 

        I entered "my lair", which basically was a small pale blue room with Star Trek Into Darkness and BBC Sherlock posters and rows of books and CD's coating every wall, a twin sized worn out bed, and a dresser with a mirror and sighed. Splashes of red still stained the floor and made me wince. Why wouldn't the memories go away? This had been my room since I was a young girl, before the...incident; I only came in here on special occasions or when a "run" was needed and because the supplies needed for it where locked beneath. Tracing 4 floor boards down and 6 eastward I pried away 3 boards and dropped down into the room below. Dirt filtered in the air from the fall and filled my breath, coughing my lungs clear I flicked on the light... And a reverent sigh escaped my lips.

        The room was massive and yet virtually undetectable on any scanner of any kind. The walls were lined in a special metal named stemenic, unknown to anyone. Along the walls on either side were shelves lined with rows of tools, all of them played some sort of role as a weapon. Some were ancient like the katar, others were new, freshly made and more advanced than those others considered at the present. Like my Zacharie, a small fold away gun with prongs protruding from the tip that assists in sending a single blast of acidic nuclear radiation in a straight path to its mark, effectively burning flesh and bone away from its victim and ensuring a painful death. The drawers between the shelves held other objects, such as ropes, canes, smaller knives, disguises and spare clothes. The tile floor was a sterile kind of white and stayed that way no matter what ick or slime or mud was tracked back. What lined the back wall was a single black desk chair with screens, computers, file cabinets, and scientific equipment surrounding it. Between the entry and the back was an array of diff rent battle training equipment.