She could feel their eyes on her, watching her, waiting for a chance to strike...or could that just be paranoia? Not that she didn't have a good reason to be paranoid considering who was after her and what it meant if she were caught by them. She shivered at the prospect of being snatched into their clutches once more, passing off her trembling as a result of the cold wind that blew over her. She snuggled deeper into her jacket coat, the hood over her head to hide her features. Despite the fact that she had changed much of her appearance- cut her long black curls short and wore dark brown eye contacts to hide the natural blue coloring of her irises- she still felt that she could be easily identified, especially when it came to her ebony skin and the markings that stained it, the tattoos that made her the 'property' of the people who were after her now. Lenox was the name she was given for she had no memory of her real name when she woke up in that brightly lit room, surrounded by men in white lab coats and black suits. She had escaped from that room, from that entire building, and ran as far as her body would allow her to, which later ended with her finding refuge in a foreign country; they had put her through awful tests in that building, causing her pain and discomfort all in the name of science. Lenox was an anomally, a rare find that they just couldn't leave untested, especially not since she seemed able to take and adapt to the serums they injected into her and bore the high level of pain they caused her to test the serum. They had no idea what else she could handle, what secrets her body held to withstand all that they put her through without dying when every other test subject had perished and had been bent on finding out...before she broke out of her bright white prison and went into hiding. Now they were looking for her, the young woman's face was plastered all over the media, popping up in commercials with a prize awarded to anyone that could find her and turn her in. She had fled the country before it go too bad and tried to make a peaceful living in a new one, but still, she couldn't help but look over her shoulder every few seconds, still feeling like she was being watched...followed. She had to stay on her guard, though she felt she looked more suspicious by looking around the way that she was. For now, she would just continue to act like a normal citizen in that foreign land until she could think of a way to completely escape from all fear and worry.