Mutant Freaks

Chapter 1: Escape

A/N: New fan fic. I hope you'll like it. A lot of sweet and tears were put into this! Enjoy!

Three white walls and a glass wall, a lone metal table rests in the middle, a 14 year old girl lay sleeping on top. No pillows and no blanket. She wears a thin cotton dress, the only thing covering her thin, chilled body.

Lights snap on, and her eyes flutter open, like butterfly wings. They were an angelic color, or a wild ocean one could drown in.

"70124, please awaken," Mono-tone voices fill the room.

70124 was her title, her name of sorts. The only thing she was ever called.

She sits up, knowing it was time to get up.

Her sunset holly field hair slides in place behind her back and over her shoulders. Her face was an artwork. One glance to see the beauty, a long observation to see the complexity. Thick long lashes, pale pearly sun deprived skin, full rosy lips.

She gets off the metal bed, every move seeming mechanical, as if she had done it everyday. Which was true.

After she wakes up, she walks to a metal table beside the door. On the table was a small white pill and a glass of water.

The pill was made to give her all the nutrients she needed, and was given to her three times a day. She has never, in her working memory, eaten real food. The pill was full of the different vitamins and nutriences she needed, calculated by her age, weight, and height. It expanded in her stomach, to give her the full feeling.

Her days always started in this fashion, then followed: a few hours of exercises, calisthenic,s cardio, strengthening, then yoga; she's then seated in front of a screen and shone a mono-toned narrated documentary on an animal, a class followed that went in depth about the animal, down to the cell structures and DNA sequences: a few hours of martial arts training; then long physical. She would be back in her empty room to sleep for how ever many hours the scientist deemed necessary.

However, today was different. Instead of being taken to the white screening room, she is taken to a glass room with a metal chair sitting in the middle with green tubes  of glowing goop sticking out.

"Commence to phase three, DNA and mutagen injection," A mono-tone announces. "70124, sit in the chair."

She moves with no hesitation, with no means of rebelling, to the cold metal chair. She is strapped in place, her wrist, ankles, forehead and abdominal. Her arms and spinal regions are wiped down with alcohol pads.

Wires are stuck to her skin in different areas as well, ones that were meant to monitor her vitals and brain activity.

The mono-tones leave the room, and go into a panel room adjacent to it. There lay a panel of buttons, and the scientist begin to work.

Switches are flipped and directions are typed into the computer. There are sharp pain in 70124's arms and spine. She squirms, not liking the discomfort.

"70124, do not move," Mono-tone fills the room. She stops, and ignores the pain, until the liquid in the tubes begin to flood her veins.

At first, there is only a pressure, then her world is turned into pain and black sports, she feels all of her insides stretch and rip apart, her bones breaking and repairing in weird ways. She tries to scream out, but can't find her voice. she begins to struggle, ignoring the speaker telling her to stop. the lights flicker from the power surge and the monitor beep with little intervals in-between.

She feels a new wave of strength, and the straps begin to tare and rip. "That's enough of the substance, reverse the needles," Mono-tone commands the other mono-tones, a button is pressed and the needles are extracted out of her arm, leaving behind fire.