-Natasha's PoV-
My wide eyes shot around the dimly lit hall as I looked for exits. I'd gotten myself into this mess. I'd get myself out of it.
"Whatever you do they can't find you," my brother told me, "They can't know what you are."
I could trust my brother. He was the only person I could trust. I nodded and sprinted into the dark.
The rules were simple. Don't get caught. Don't get discovered. Don't die.
Well. I failed at every single one.
First, I'd gotten caught and dragged to a camp. Camp Thurmond, specifically. They'd experimented on me before giving up and letting me join the rest of the greens.
Second, after six years of hiding among the greens, I was discovered. They found out what I was and set out to exterminate me or train me to be a monster.
I was already a monster.
Third, they say you die twice. Once when you stop breathing, and again when the world forgets you. There's a third type of death, one perfected in Thurmond.
They take your hopeful spirit and they crush you until you become something almost dead, not even human anymore.
There was no point living anymore. It took me six years to realize it, ever since I'd come into the camps at age ten.
So I'd started a fire, and I'd screamed when they caught me.
Camp Thurmond had a special type of torture for misbehaving children. The White Noise, Calm Control, call it what you will. Only the children could hear it, and it crippled them, sending them to the ground as they tried to claw the sound out of their skulls.
They'd caught me. They'd discovered me. And now I was going to die.
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Project Jamboree
Science FictionTerrified little mouse girl. That was Natasha. But she has a secret, one that could light the world on fire. And they figured it out. They were transferring her to either kill her or worse. So when the opportunity to escape comes, she takes it. Now...
