There had always been secrets in the Washington Hospital Center, one of the top-rated hospitals in Washington, D.C. The truth was, it was a little known center for undercover testing- on humans and animals alike, for medical and military purposes. It was known by people high up in the chain of command- and it was allowed, for the better of the U.S. of A. It was allowed, but watched carefully and given strict ruling- but plenty of funding as well as genetic and living samples. They had started out small, merely trying to understand the brain of any animal, trying to unlock the parts that weren't used as much- wondering what could happen if every faculty of the brain and mind was utilized automatically from birth. In a moment, a flash- everything fell into place.... Hidden from view in the regular, upper part of the hospital, there's a hidden elevator that will take you down to labs that you would never expect to see. There are gurneys with dried blood over them, with well-used restraint straps. There are trays with scalpels and other medical tools. Every room is more horrific than the last- some eerily empty, others filled with animal test subjects- all that are quite horridly disfigured in some way or another. Some rooms are filled with corpses of dead animals, laid out on steel tables, their bodies medically torn to shreds, as if searching for something. Finally at the end of the hallway of horrors, there is a door that requires a retinal scan and a fingerprint scan to open- but what lies beyond that door is the true reason of this lab. Human test subjects, all kept in separate enclosures- walled in by layers of cement, lead, and copper, and another layer of cement to finish it off. The rooms are furnished sparsely, with only the barest of necessities- a bed, a hole in the floor in the corner where you open a sliding metal door which was to be the toilet, some books here and there, maybe even some toys. The test subjects ranged in ages from four to thirty-nine. There used to be forty of them- but the scientists and doctors that worked in those labs had decided that some were rather imperfect for the goals they were trying to achieve. So one by one, the test subjects were killed and then dissected, to figure out what had gone wrong with each of them- why hadn't they achieved their goals with them... Two were left. It was already known that the next lot of subjects were in production already, and soon they wouldn't be needed either. The USA had been falling behind other countries in human testing- for the goal of making better soldiers. So, in little known areas, testing was done, and when it was viewed as perfect for that time, they would ship those beings to labs outside of the US, to study them and to possibly improve on them. Most cases, it ended in dissection of the test subjects. This particular lab was hoping to unlock what other countries already had. In the many tests that they had done, it wasn't even certain if they could even consider them human anymore. Horns of any shape and size and number would grow from their heads, as well as a small crystal forming between their eyes- magnetite crystals- which everyone has in their brains, usually a dark black, and shiny- though sometimes there would be some differences. These beings were analyzed constantly- their IQs to their physical strength and endurance. They were tested for anything abnormal about themselves besides their odd appearances. Either way, these beings were slated to be dissected. **************** Test Subject # 27 "Nikki" Female 5'6 125 lbs Whitish-blue oval-shaped magnetite crystal between her eyes and bone-white twisted horns (3 inches) slightly curved, three inches above her ears, curved forward, looking similar to a ram's horns. Warning: DO NOT ENTER ROOM WITHOUT WEARING PROPER GEAR- #27 has increased empathy and can make changes to her surrounding temperature. This room is kept cold, keep warm. Current mentions: #27 is extremely agitated this week- all attempts to calm her down naturally have not worked- her hormone levels are fine, it may be useful to sedate her. Nikki curled up in the corner of the room- a room that was three degrees below zero, at all hours, so she'd exhaust her abilities of changing temperature, just by trying to keep herself warm. A shiver went across her skin as she paused her powers for a moment- running low on her abilities, which only angered her- food wasn't coming yet. She didn't understand the concept of hours or minutes, but she knew that it would be a while longer til food was placed in front of her. If she stopped now, she'd freeze- if she continued, she'd exhaust herself to fainting. Clutched in her cold fingers, she held a piece of the horn on the right side of her head- just the tip of it. It had come off during lunch, when she had tried to attack the scientist trying to ask her questions- they never noticed it came off when she had hit the concrete floor, and she was waiting for dinner... waiting for an opportunity to get out of here. She was scared, cold and angry- caused by a mistake with one of the staff today- one of the scientists had forgotten protocol and hadn't worn the proper headgear to keep her from weaseling her way into his thoughts- finding out that they were planning to kill her... She hadn't gotten much else- besides the mental picture of someone else- someone like her in the lab.... that was all before he realized his mistake and locked her in while he donned the headgear. She had tried to run, tried to fight her way out of the room, but she wasn't strong enough- she managed to burn a few and frostbite a few others- and that was when they gave the orders to make her room sub-zero. Meals were usually finger foods, or a type of gruel that shouldn't have been able to be so... solid- no utensils since another test subject managed to injure one of the scientists with a spoon- that was a year before she was born, though, so she didn't know that personally- it came to her as an image when she was younger, when they were first discovering her powers. Since then, they had figured out her strengths and weaknesses. That was when the lights in the room went out- every thing went off. A blackout, possibly from the unusual storms that had been occurring this week- two seconds later, the lights were back on. Her shivering was full-blown now, and as they opened the door to give her food, she bolted- trying to get close enough to the doorway, to the people, to escape or at least get away from the cold vents in the room. Two moments later, she was on her stomach, restrained in a straight suit as she tried to eat her dinner without making a mess- beyond furious. As she ate, she tried to think of that other person like her- what were they like? Were they here? In a room like hers? Did they know what she knew? What were they like? She sighed, nudging the bowl away and rolling to her side as she tried to clear her head. What good would it do to think about someone else? Even if there was someone else, they'd be destroyed... What was the use of thinking on it?