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If the camera wasn’t there, if I could only know for sure that no one was waiting to kill me on the other side of the door... the heavy metal door that I could never open in the first place. Sure I’d been given strength by the experiment, howbeit I had never learned how to use it, I haven't even taken a step from the white room in three years. It was all so frustrating. All I wanted to do was leave, to be normal, to see the outside of this white room that held me hostage since the age of thirteen. A thousand plans, a thousand things that could go wrong. Every option risked torture and pain. I needed to see my opponent’s position more clearly, I needed to know what was behind that door, that darn door! I glared at the door with such animosity and resentment, wishing I had some way to open it without the doctor seeing me. Anger seemed to pour from within me, I would get caught no matter what. The door was my best option, my hardest obstacle. Suddenly a thousand shards of metal flew from the rooms exit. I stumbled to my feet, staring at the shattered door in utter shock, confused by my own abilities.I was frozen in utter shock until I heard a familiar voice shouting, and a thousand heavy footsteps pounding the floor leading to my room. I hesitated, wondering what they had done to me, if I caused the door to shatter open. The footsteps grew closer though, and I realized it was run or die. I chose to run. As I exited the room, there were two hallways, both filled with men in black, both hallways filled with dozens of guns, that were pointed at my chest. Before me stood Dr. Nox. “Experiment 00,” he exclaimed, “how lovely to see you here. I was just about to come to your room to discuss your use to us and this experiment. You see, we seem to have gathered every piece of DNA and information necessary to finding the flaws in our procedure, and I am quite disappointed to tell you that you are no longer useful to us here. However it seems that your strength and your unforseen knowledge of the experiment will prohibit us from letting you leave.” Dozens of armed men behind him, a sixteen year old girl facing her death in front of him, and through his entire extravagant speech, his voice remained cool and monotone, nonchalant even. “So as you can see,” he continued, “I have gathered my men here, and I will give you a choice. The easy way, or the...” I looked him right in his ice cold eyes. For a fracture of a moment, fear flickered behind my eyes, until I realized something that the foolish doctor hadn’t. Had he forgotten that his mess was not a complete failure? “Hard way” I growled, my voice heavy with loathing, and flipped him off before running right into the longer of the two hallways. The bullets bounced off my skin. A few stuck, but they were painless, my hands softening their blow. I held my hands out like a shield, and with the same power that shattered the door, I rejected the bullets from hitting my skin. Sure, the doctor’s experiment had been a failure, but it left me different, changed. Of course I was not bulletproof, I was no superman, but I was stronger, I was different. My bare feet hit the ice cold floor, dozens of boots hitting the ground behind me. I had no clue where I was going, I just kept turning down the less crowded hallways. A young woman who looked around the age of twenty stopped to stare, bewildered,

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