Subject A340

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Ankles touching her upper thighs, knees hugging her chest. Her heartbeat so loud in her mind it felt like a hammer to the temple. Noiseless breaths, the threat of being caught too terrifying to bare. The pitch black, claustrophobic wardrobe now filled with her small frame, her anxiety taking up the rest of the room. Her only protection against what was awaiting her outside.

After 3 years of searching for her they had finally caught up. All of her faux clues and leading them in the wrong direction had backfired as they had memorised the pattern to which she always followed. Her training was supposed to guarantee her safety but she was out of practise, it had been years. The risk of being caught only fuelled her adrenaline because her every cell thrived for this shit. Approximately 5 minutes until they burst through the door attempting to take her back to their superiors.

Who are they? Only the SWAT, FBI, Local Police, INTERPOL and a few private organisations on the side. What could she have possible done to piss off all of these "high powers"?...good question. A combination of Breaking and Entering, Murder, Possession of multiple weapons and Grand theft auto but also something extra which was kept off the record. Telekinesis, the ability to evaporate and re-assemble in different areas (teleportation), super strength and the ability to make anything she touches follow her every command. Not to mention she was the greatest scientist that the world has ever seen.... 23 year old Charlotte Swan. Or as they like to call her, Subject A340.

Not only did she develop the serum that could change the world as she knew it but in a freak accident she had ingested it making her the greatest super weapon in the world. The only reason she became so valuable was because all of her research was blown up in another "freak" accident and only she knew how to re-create it, How cliché. In this day and age, "superheroes" were becoming more and more common, but Charlotte was anything but a superhero. Quite the opposite in fact.

A small creak in the floorboard outside her room brought her out of her adrenaline induced 'nap'.  Barely audible to the common ear but certainly not to hers, They're here.

5 Seconds.

Creaaaakkkkk

4 seconds.

The click of the safety on what she assumed was an AK47.

3 seconds.

The wail of sirens in the distance.

2 Seconds.

The slow, squeaky turn of the door handle.

1 second....Baboom baboom baboom. Her heart was in her throat.

Here we go...

The door to the wardrobe was ripped back so quickly it was as sharp as a whip. Leaping out of the small space, Charlotte flung herself at her assailant. Wrapping her small hands around the thick base of her captors neck she make a sharp twist to the left snapping his neck instantly.

1 down.

Turning to her right she could hear the sound of gunfire in her ear but being too caught up in the moment to notice anything, a small smile grew on her face. Sprinting directly at her next target she grabbed his gun from his right hand shooting him once in the leg and again straight into the head.

2 down.

The sound of a police radio in the hallway caught her attention, the urgent call from the frightened soldier was cut short as Agent B13 was dead in seconds.... but not before he could administer 2 slashes with a dagger to Charlotte's back. Crushing the radio in her hand she saw the one person she had known would come.

The old man has his back turned but she knew it was him. Making a move towards him she paused, a shiny metallic object glinting in the sunlight to her left made her stop. In her peripheral vision she could see a sniper in the hotel window opposite her building. Grabbing the shiny dagger covered in her blood that B13 dropped, Charlotte pulled back her arm and in one dramatic movement rivalling that of a slow mo baseball pitch she threw the silver dagger out of the open window. Sailing above 8 police cars, 2 SWAT vans and 5 matte black SUV's... the dagger flew straight through the other window and straight into the eye socket of the 26 year old Sniper.

Turning back to her last target she saw that he was finally facing her. His silver hair and wrinkles around his eyes were dead giveaways of his age. After chasing her for 3 years... he finally had her where he wanted her. What he didn't account for was what happened next.

Running and jumping straight at the man Charlotte gripped him by the collar and teleported him out of the building.