Chapter 1: Nothing...
Mt first memory was darkness. I don’t mean that I am hyperthymestic and remember being born, but that was my first memory. I didn’t remember my childhood, or my parents or siblings (if I had any). All I remembered from that first memory was darkness and an annoying beeping noise, which I later realized was a heart monitor and my heartbeat.
Then a loud sound echoed in my mind. It was two boys and a girl calling out a name. I woke with a start. Yet, I felt a pressure on my arms, chest, and legs, preventing me from moving even an inch. I thrashed but to no avail. Then, my ears decided to work and I heard voices yelling in a language I didn’t understand. Finally, my eyes slowly began to clear. I saw flashes of hands and faces. I saw flashes of lights in my eyes, Then, I saw it. One giant spotlight that obscured my vision. I concentrated on the light, hating, loathing it, wishing it would just disappear and leave me in peace. It did just that.
I sighed in relief, but I heard gasps and furious scribbling on paper, which caused me to look around the room I was “born” in. I saw about ten people surrounding me, all in lab coats, all staring at me. One of them caught my eye as he approached me. His most prominent features were a terrible smile and an eyepatch on his right eye. The rest of the people backed away as he came right up to the “bed” (more like examination table) that I was strapped to.
“Who…” I croaked and choked slightly on my dry throat, “Who… are… you?” The man laughed in triumph and looked at the rest of the people. He spoke to them, but I didn’t understand anything he said. The he turned back to me, his smile wider than the Cheshire cat.
“To answer your question, I am Strucker,” he said in a different tone, trying to match his accent to my native tongue, but made a mockery of it. He laughed at my look of disgust.
“You are a feisty one, I’ll give you that,” Strucker laughed, back to his usual accent. “Put her in cell A. We’ve got work to do.”
The straps were released and I was roughly dragged out of the room. I could barely stand, let alone fight the guards as they dragged me down an endless maze of hallway after hallway. Finally, I was dragged in to a large room will cells along the walls. The guards threw me into the one marked “A” and closed the door quickly. Inside, there were three gray walls that matched the sweats I was wearing and a cot. Nothing else existed till I turned around and saw the fourth wall was a mirror, no doubt a one-sided mirror made to observe me.
I looked at myself in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. I saw a short girl, no taller than 5’4”, with a soft face and sharp jaw. Her blond hair had grown out slightly and the roots had turned completely black, coming just under her chin with a slight curl to it. Her eyes were a piercing blue-grey and her lips were pulled into a tight frown. The girl had very pale skin with freckles splashed across her face and down her arms.
Is this me? I brought my hand to my face
and so did the girl. Yup, it’s me… I
thought and sighed as I turned away and sat on the cot, a terribly
uncomfortable cot I might add. I looked back at the mirror and saw terrible
black bags under my eyes. Which is funny because I felt like I slept for years.
I saw the girl smile slightly and chuckle as I did. It was weird seeing my
smile so I spent the next few minutes making as many faces as possible. I ended
up laughing at my ridiculousness, but it was short-lived as I sat there,
nothing to do and nothing but my thoughts to entertain me. Great… I thought, It’s going
to be a long night… or day… whatever…
I woke in a cold sweat. I didn’t even remembering falling asleep, but my nightmare had shook me to the core. The same voices from before called out one name. Somehow I knew them, but how could I? No one here sounded like that, no one was young enough to sound like them. They sounded desperate and heartbroken as they screamed the name. ANASTSIA! It wasn’t till I looked down at my hands that I realized that that was my name. Anastasia… that is my name…