1 Prologue

IT'S NOT THAT DIFFICULT TO IMAGINE, REALLY. WE ALL HAVE DAYMARES AND NIGHTMARES THAT WE FIGHT TO GET THROUGH, BUT ONCE WE FIND OURSELVES IN THEM, IT IS DIFFICULT TO BREAK OUT OF THEM ESPECIALLY THE ONES THAT YOU HAVE ALREADY EXPERIENCED. COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT!- JAZZERA FRANCIS

-Years ago-

The nightmare is more of a night terror because it feels as if I might die from the pain in my brain, I am desperately trying to wake up, screaming for help, yet nobody comes. The nightmare began with chains, the very ones that prevented my escape. A woman, probably older than 45, then appeared with a sly grin on her face. She had a rather big needle in her left hand. It carried a black liquid. I wanted so desperately to scream, but the words would not form in my mouth. Every time she got closer, my heart would beat faster and not in a good way. When she caught me struggling and trying to break free of the chains, her smile turned somewhat evil like she was telling me that struggling would do me no justice and I would never escape.

"If you're worried about this vaccine, don't be. This will change your life. The pain is unbearable, but that won't matter in a few years because you will adapt as a human weapon." I struggled once more. I just wanted to die already so I did not have to go through such extremities.

"You're crazy, lady. Let me out of here and don't even think about putting that crap in my body!," I yelled.

She scoffed then bit her lip as she placed the needle in the crook of my neck regardless of my warning. This had become my life. Being a human experiment since childbirth had its own perks such as...fine, I lied miserably. Being a human experiment has no perks, only downsides. This facility is complete shit and everyone here could go to limbo for all I care. She was right about one thing. The pain WAS unbearable. The pain that followed after the serum entered my body was excruciating. My mind screamed out as the pain drove through my back. Every thought I just had became confused as the burning pain licked up my back like a scorching fire. The only thoughts I had was 'like a knife through butter.' I wept at my own suffering.

I remember crying so loud that the windows shattered and the lights had gone out. I was also seizing and I remember a flame painted black surrounding me. When it disappeared, I noticed that my chains had been burned off. When I stood up, I noticed that the room was a complete mess and there was a gap in the wall. That's when I noticed the blood on the floor. I walked towards the trail of blood and stopped in my tracks, ready to start blowing chunks. I saw the old hag on the floor, dead. I threw up on the side.

"Did I... Did I do this? What the hell did she do to me?! I have to get out of here"

I felt nauseous. The good news was that the pain had suddenly disappeared but the bad news? I was a murderer. I killed a person. My hands had blood on them. I was a cold blood killer. Forever I will be in that moment, my hands scarlet and sticky. There is the exquisite pain of loss that educates in a way nothing else can. It is as if your heart has been pulled from your body yet still beats all the same because I barely knew this woman. In fact, I hated her so why do I feel so much guilt right now? What was I to do next? I had to leave. I couldn't stay here. I was not going to continue to play along as Project "Black Ember."