Forever?

Chapter one

I didn't know what to do. I sat there starring at my cell wall for hours. There was always a party or TV or something back at home. My name is Avila Jackman, and I am 22 years old. I am the daughter of Tony Jackman. Yes, I know it is weird, but my mom is Pepper Jackman, and you could say I have an interesting life - or I did till I was taken by the government. At least that is what I thought until I heard two guards talking yesterday about some place called CUA. Every day is the same. They come get me from my cell and take me down a long hall to a room with no windows and no ventilation.

Then this 40-year old guy comes in and asks, "Do you have any information on the genius." I always say no, not wanting these creeps anywhere near my dad or mom. The man sits there for 30 minuets. He leaves. They take me back to my cell. I wait.

You see there is one thing I have not mentioned about myself, I have this genius brain that comes in handy once in a while, but my true power hides within my cells. I am a super soldier. See when I was around two years old my dad would bring me to the lab so mom could work in peace. Well one day dad was messing around with a sample of super soldier blood and figured out how to get the serum out and spilled it on me all on me. And me being the "genius" child I was I licked my arm getting the serum into my mouth! I screamed my head off and slowly (and very painfully) became a super toddler. I still looked two but I was about an inch taller. Two days after I was made into a super soldier these lager men came banging down our door and took me to a place we called the assault room. I can still see the moment when they knocked out mom as she ran to go get dad.

I stood up as I grimaced at the memory and went and looked into the mirror the girl starring back at me with a pale hollow face and eerie blue eyes. Her strawberry blonde hair was all matted. There were cuts and bumps covering her face. I turned away quickly not wanting to look at the hideous monster starring back at me. My kidnapping, it doesn't make any sense. I was taken at 3:29 pm as I was coming home from a charity event. Someone smashed my car window, pulled me from the car and knocked me unconscious. I now sit and wait for my dad or any other agent to come get me please. It has been a month now and I sit in my cell I start to feel hope slip through my fingers like a bar of soap.

That's when I heard all the guns start to go. I slowly stood up and walked to the door only to be thrown back by an explosive. I hit the wall hard, and the last thing I saw was a familiar face glance my way.