A young woman with long white hair sat on a thin mattress that laid over the unforgiving metal bars of her cot. Her legs were tucked up to her chest, her eyes closed as she massage her temples with the base of her palms. Her head hurt, but it usually did a few days after testing. The scientists kept pushing mental test after mental test on the woman and it was starting to wear her out. At this point, all it had managed to do was to get one of the doctors sent to their private ER when the woman had snapped and thrust a blade into the man. That situation ended with 'HD35297' as she was called, being strapped down, sedated and returned to her cell.

With a groan, she finally lifted her head to see 'the nice doctor', as she referred to her, heading towards the section of the facility where the bad stuff came from. None of the experiments knew what was over there, but only that the stuff that was used on them came from there. Anastasia knew not what her real name was, those that were held captive tended to not care too much about that sort of thing. This woman though, she had managed to get many of them to warm up to her for she was much nicer than the others, but she was just as secretive, if not more.

Shortly after the woman vanished from site, she heard something, a scuffle. Ears perking up, the white haired woman moved towards the clear wall closest to where she had last seen the nice doctor. One of the 'gifts' that had be bestowed upon her was heightened senses and from the way the others were reacting told her that she was the only one who could hear what was going on. The words, she could hear them clear as day as well, though the names meant nothing to her, but she could hear the panic. Something was wrong, people were doing something and it sounded bad.

"Help! Somebody, help!" Anatasia shouted as she pounded against the wall, but per usual, none of the employees even batted an eye on her. She moved towards the hall where someone was walking towards her, his eyes to a clipboard. "You have to help," she cried out to him. Pulling his eyes from what he was reading, he stopped in front of her and crossed her arms. "And what's wrong with you?"

With brows knitting together, she pressed her hands against the wall even more as she said, "Not me, someone else, someone else needs help." She then turned and pointed towards where she saw the Nice Doctor go. "There, down there, they need help."

The doctor let out a noticeable sigh as he rolled his eyes. "Sure, we'll get right on that," he said as he looked at the top of her cell, making note of her number and scribbling a few more things on a blank sheet of his clipboard before walking away, away from where Anastasia said someone should go.

"No, no, stop! You're going the wrong way!" She then shouted as she watched the man turn to go away from that area. "You're --" Anastasia then froze, cutting herself off as she backed away from the glass. She watched towards that room only for a moment before she actually saw the flash of light burst from the room; it wasn't like though, there had been a sound, like a pop or snap, but even for as quiet as it was it rang like a gun. As the bright light burst from the hall, she white haired woman dropped to the ground, covering her head. Soon, booms were coming from all across the facility; glass was shattering, walls breaking, things falling.

Everything seemed to happen so fast for when Anastasia lifted her head, fully being engulfed by the heat around her, all she saw was fire and destruction. Her own cell, like all the others, had been blasted open from the explosions. She looked around, people were struggling to get up, others never would. Her eyes seemed un-phased by the world around her; whether from growing up with the father she had, or the result of the tests that had happened to her, she wouldn't know.

Slowly, those red orbs trailed back towards where it all started. The Nice Doctor. Sucking in a breath of smoky air, Anatasia backed up to take a running start to jump over the remaining wall over her cell. She ran down the hall, as best as she could while avoiding things and people that had fallen in the series of blasts. Her pace came to a harsh stop as she got to her location; the room that she was trying to get to was gone, or if it was there, was buried in the rubble. Anastasia just stood there, staring at the collapse; the Nice Doctor, she had been in there.

Her hands formed fists as she stared. The fire was raging around her, she could feel the heat against her skin but the pain couldn't be felt. A rage flooded her mind; had they done this? Were people here responsible for what happened to the one nice person her. A darkness filled those red orbs as Anastasia vowed to destroy those that were responsible for this.