Hail Kyle was taken away from her home when she was ten and sent to a lab to become part of Project 11. After escaping years later, she meets Alec Night. Together they take revenge on the people of Project 11.


2. Project 11

White lad coat and black suits are what I grew up with. I hardly remember my life before being brought into the lab and those lad coat becoming a symbol of pain and hatred. Still, it could have been worse. I could have ended up like the five people who had died during experiments. Sometimes I wonder if that is the only escape from the eternal torment that has taken the shape of Project 11.

I wasn't the only one who thought this. Many had already committed or at least attempted suicide. Those that were found before they could die were brought to me for healing. As the lab coats were to me, I became an object of the hatred and ridicule that those around me harbored. I was hated for the fact that I was treated differently from them, that I lived in a luxurious room and was never taken by the Harvesters, the name we gave the men in black suits. What they didn't know was that I was being tested in that very room or that the experiments left me in a comatose state that could last from hours to weeks. I knew it was a matter of time before I never woke up.

On my twenty-first birthday, I don't know how I remembered the date, they came to test me like any other time.  However, I could sense something was different about this visit, something was going to happen and I hated not knowing what it was. Things went on like normal. I complied to every demand and didn't dare speak. The sight of the needles and knives on the metal tray would have made most fear for their lives, but I had been around them my entire life and stared at them with disdain. They had a new, blue substance in one of the syringes, nothing unusual. They had some kind of foreign substance every time they came. I read the report sitting next to it and for the first time in nine years fear rose inside me.

I finally understood why Project 11 was created. Before I could do anything they stabbed my neck with a needle. A sedative.

"Human weapons," I thought as I fought the dark cloud of sleep that hung over me, "The people of Project 11 are going to turn us into human weapons."

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