(http://blog.zeemp.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/pic07.jpg) Lutharia (Luck) was born with a gift, unlike any other person in her world. A disease has spread through her city affecting the young, the old, the rich and the poor. A disease that can kill. Its worse than cancer. The part of the city now inhabited by the Rebels released a bio toxin a few years ago to bring down the government, however the Toxin became to strong and an outbreak caused the toxin to spread throughout the city, infecting everyone. . It is now 16 years later and there is a cure, however it is the blood stream of this young lady shown above. Her mother was struck ill with the curse from this Bio toxin and at her Fathers, Dr. Mindarow, attempt to save the mother and Luck, the medication that was bumped into her mother entered Luck;s blood stream infusing itself with her blood creating a cure, her mother was not healed, but her father was. Dr. Mindarow become ill months after and noticed that luck as a small child was not harmed by the roxin at all, curious he drew her blood and studied it finding that that in her blood was in fact a cure. The Rebels, found out about this girl as did the Government. They both now want her blood. They both will do anything to get it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Luck Awoke that morning the sound of cars flying past her window, pierced her ears. She was 1000 stories off the ground. Her father's Lab was so high up die the "safeness" of it all. How ironic. Sure no one would get up here quickly but no one would get down any quicker either. Luck ran her fingers through her snow white hair, yawning, she looked around. Her room was white like her hair, but her walls were covered with posters of the latest music scene and top models in todays fashion. Sure she had never left the safety of her father's lab, but she knew about the outside lab. There was a loud knock on her door and her father yelling outside it. "Luck get up, I need to see you in my lab." Luck pulled a pillow over her face and groaned. She was always being tested for something. She hated her blood. Luck threw the pillow at the wall next to her bed. Throwing the blankets off of her small frail body she got up and walked over to her closet sliding open the door and looking at all her clothes. She always made sure that her clothes had lots of color to them. It took away from the bland world of her father's lab. Pulling out a blue dress covered in assorted colors of flowers, she threw it on. sliding jangling bracelets in her wrists and combing her hair, she stepped out her bedroom. "Good morning." she said to the two large men standing by her door, like they always were. They nodded at her and smiled. Luck walked into her father lab, which was across the hall from her room and stuck her head in. "Dad?" Luck said looking around. Test tubes, vials of strange liquids and strange purring machines were strewn across the lab. Her father poked his head up from behind a machine and waved her over. Luck walked over and sat in a chair. spinning in it as she waited for her father's attention. "How was your slumber my dear?" Luck huffed. "Twas fine Father dear." Luck said in a mocking english accent. Dr.Mindarow glared at her. "Luck its very rude and un lady like to poke fun at how someone talks." Luck laughed. "Dad come one, I am never even gonna talk to anyone besides you at this point. i mean think I am 16 now and your still the only person besides the guards that I have ever had a relationship with." Dr.Mindarow sighed and looked at Luck as he got ready to test her her blood again. "Luck, you know why things are that way, if I let you go out into the world people wi-" Luck inturpted him mid sentence. "Will try to capture, rape and or kill me, Yeah I know dad you only told me a thousand time when I was younger." Dr. Mindarow chuckled. "I never said rape." Luck smiled and sat up straight puffing out her chest and placing her hands on her hips." yes but i mean come one dad look at me. I'm beautiful how could you not." Luck's father glared at her. "Yes you are beautiful but raping you is something that is very easy for me not to do." Luck laughed and watched as her father cleaned a patch on her arm and slowly stuck a needle in a small vein that was exposed. Luck just watched sighing on occasion as vial after vial of blood was drawn from her arm. after he was finished, she was handed a granola bar and shooed away to begin her school work.