My eyes fluttered open, taking in my surroundings. I was in a cell of some sort. My hands were chained, and the rusty iron was cutting into my skin, leaving it marked. My hair was dirty, as if it hadn't been washed in a few days. It was short and rough, and felt as if someone had cut it with scissors, and hadn't done a very good job. There was a deep pain in the left side of my head, and it felt like it had been stichted up. My skin was covered in a layer of dirt and grime, making my skin a shade darker. I felt like I hadn't had a drink in days, my throat was on fire and my lips were dry. There was an awful pain of hunger in my stomach and it felt like it was the size of a chestnut. My clothes were ragged and dirty, and smelled awful.

But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that it felt like my memory had been wiped clean. I couldn't remember a thing. Who was I? What was my name? Where was I?

"Oh good, you're awake. It's about time," a voice that my consciousness somehow connected with a place called Britain said.

I looked up, seeing a intimidating woman, who held herself as if she was more important to everyone. She had a neat black bob, with pallid skin and her lips were pulled into a thin smile. She was holding a clipboard and was dressed in a black suit with a pencil skirt. Her eyes were like black whirlpools of ferocity and ruthlessness that was balanced with knowledge.

Her ferocity scared me. But I didn't back down. I met her eyes, and didn't pull away. "Who am I?" I asked, a hard edge to my voice.

"Oh," she said, laughing,"That's one of the side effects. Often memory loss comes before insanity." "Side effects of what?" I asked, through gritted teeth. Everyone knew what I didn't. And it annoyed the heck out of me.

"The experiment," she said, laughing,"And I suppose your boyfriend, Dominic, will be so sad." I was so confused. Who was Dominic? I had a boyfriend?

Suddenly I had a splitting headache. My head felt like it was splitting in two. I would've clutched it, except for the fact that my hands were chained.

I winced. The woman smiled. She wrote something down on the clipboard that she was carrying. "What's that?" I asked, nodding at the clipboard. She smiled, and said, much to my annoyance,"That for me to know and you to-". But then a voice sounding very similar to her own cut across her. "It's a clipboard where I take down all the results on the experiments," the voice said."Thanks," I murmured, hoping that that person had heard me.

The woman looked at me. "Thanks for what?" she said, looking confused. "Someone told me that what you were was a clipboard that where you take down all the experiments," I said, wondering if she was deaf. "No one said anything,"she said, looking at me suspiciously. "Someone did!" I said, pretty sure that she was somewhat deaf,"I heard them!"

She muttered something to herself as she wrote something on the clipboard. I knew by the way the pen and her lips moved that she was was writing down what she was saying.

Suddenly the room began filling with voices. I could barely hear myself think, it was so loud. "Everybody just shut up!" I screamed, earning a confused look from the woman and the guards. "There's no one talking," she muttered under her breath, taking something down. I couldn't hear her, just read her lips. I didn't know where I'd learned to lip read. I just knew how.

"Do you feel the pain on the left side of your head?" the woman said, a malicious smile on her face. I nodded slowly suspicious. "That's a tracker, implanted into your brain, and it will find you, wherever you are. If you are beyond the limits, or somewhere you're not supposed to be, it'll electrocute you. Lightly, not enough to knock you out, but enough to cause you pain." My jaw tightened, but I nodded.

"Your training starts tomorrow," she said,"And if you survive, you'll become a ally of the government. If you refuse to join the government, I will have you tortured," she said, a malicious grin on her face,"But I'm sure that won't happen, correct?" I nodded reluctantly. "Good," she said, heading towards the door.

I worked up the courage to ask her something. "What's my name?" I asked. "Excuse me?" the woman said, looking at me. "You heard me. Now what is it?" I said, a hard edge to my voice. I didn't want to play her game. She smiled as she walked towards the door, and whispered something as she left.

"Thirteen."

I want to dedicate this chapter to Cloveris because she's, you know, awesome and stuff. Anyway thanks for the reads and I'll be expecting a comment from you, Cloveris.