The Lost

The Accident

It was a cold day in November, lightning flashed across the sky and Annabeth had to make it home, 3 miles in a storm as Pops' vehicle was broken down. She was bundled up in a rain coat, boots up to her knees. She could have called a cab, but she remembered a shortcut through the woods, right behind the school. It would cut her journey in half and it was covered, for the most part, by the canopy of the trees.

*My apologies, dear reader. Let me take a moment to illuminate the features and appearance of Annabeth*

Annabeth threw back the hood of her rain coat once she was under the canopy of the trees. Her hair was a wheat blonde, her eyes green. She had a heart shaped face, and a voice that could turn heads when it sang.

Standing at a not impressive height of 5 foot 6 inches, with her boots. The raincoat itself was yellow, at the insistence of her father, but under the cloak. She was wearing one of the iconic black dresses she wore for performances. She had a recital that afternoon. But due to vehicle issues, her parents didn't make it.

She only had on her boots because they were the only things she'd wear on her feet. It was her one oddity as a child growing up her parents were never able to shake her from. From the day she could talk, she knew she wanted boots, her favorite song happened to be 'These boots were made for walkin'.'

She traveled through the forested area behind the school, off in the distance she heard the train blow its whistle long and loud, not letting up before she felt the earth shake as she heard metal rending and crashing through the trees. 'So this is it' she thought as a train car fell 50 feet from her, one of the rail wheels broke off, flying and slamming into her.

Respectfully, this is where Annabeth lost consciousness. Not only had the wind been knocked out of her, the pain overloaded her senses with sudden onset. When she woke next, it would be in a medical laboratory, and she would be in a stasis tank, attached to machines and a breathing apparatus.

Her eyes snapped open and she was flailing against the glass, trying to get out... when she realized that wasnt an option. She tilted her head, looking through the glass. She tapped on it. A tap came back, and a viewing screen lowered, showing the room she was in. It was a vast array of medical equipment, and a name on a monitor....Annabeth... that must be her name... Her brain was foggy as she tried to think, causing her some pain to do so. But when she stopped, and she accepted Annabeth as her name, the pain receded.

The scientist tapped on the glass. "Can you hear me?" He asked. She looked at his nametag, it said Dr. J. Lannister. She nodded her response that she could hear, squinting through the liquid to see his face.

The scientist looked over the notes and took her vitals. "You are recovering nicely." The Doctor was Russian, something told her that was fact. "We will need to keep you in the tank for at least one more day to ensure you are ready for phase 2. Do you understand?"

Again she nodded, her eyes not leaving the Doctor's face. He came closer as her eyes changed from green to blue, and he was smiling, turning to a colleague before they ran off. Unbeknownst to her, the testing had started. They were going through subroutines, making alterations. Her once blonde curls turned straight, and pink, shrinking to shoulder height.

She felt different.....taller. During the regeneration she had grown a couple of inches. With her boots, she would now be 5 foot 10. They changed a multitude of attributes, muscle density, bone density, speed. They increased her ability to think and reason as well, which was a mistake for them.

They took a mangled body, and produced an enhanced human that was pretty much a monster. She flexed her muscles, looking down at her hand, she would punch the glass with a loud thud. But it wasn't enough force to break the glass. She wasn't in complete control, at least not yet...