A female woke up with a jolt at 7 o’clock in the morning with the bright sun shining through the cracked window.



She groaned as the direct sunlight shined through the small window in her “room” that she entitled it and sighed.



“What a nightmare I had…” she mumbled underneath her breath as she straightened out her shapely legs and arms out, that it goes over the sides of the narrow bed of her own. “I wonder who are those people, though…”



She went silent for a peaceful moment, thinking of those innocent people she experienced in her nightmare.



In the nightmare, she woke to herself standing in the middle of a white room.



A room filled with equipment from each side of the white room, and syringes on tables, that are empty from giving blood or chemicals to someone they are testing.



A long window in the room’s front allows the people on the other side of the window to stare through and look at what is going on the other side of the glass and into the room.



The people behind the glass are wearing white lab coats as they are holding clipboards to write the papers to see what the experiment could do to either attack or to reproduce any new techniques.



Instead of a regular procedure they are working with the government, something horrible happened.



There were loud beeping noises from every direction of where she stands as red lights flashing everywhere too.



The smell of oil, blood, smoke, and chemicals filled the air as things were going hectic.



The people on the other side of the glass were yelling out orders to other people as they were running in different directions.



Smoke filled the air in the chamber and covered the ground, making the place more mysterious.



Like she entered an actual haunted house for Halloween.



Through the smoke, she could see there were blood, oil, and chemicals on the ground, not affecting her from the chemical smells.



The people in the lab coats on the other side of the glass were running around in different directions, pushing buttons, pulling levers, doing everything to stop the machinery from exploding into pieces.



Before the place explodes if they have not shut the machines off in time.



When the smoke cleared, she noticed someone was standing in front of the glass.



Not even yelling out the commands to either shut off the equipment.



Just only staring at someone from the other side of where she is standing.



The figure was black, except for the eyes that were white, and the form of the body was the shape of a male.



She does not know if the figure is wearing clothes or not, but only could see he has a long cape from behind his back.



Curious about what he was staring at, she glanced over to the left-hand side of where she is, only to freeze in her spot, staring at what looks to be another giant black figure.



Except, the other black figure was more different from what she had expected.



Towering over 13 or 14 ft tall, it was snarling sharp pearly white teeth, as its long furry arms stretched out to the sides.



It hisses through its teeth as it stares back at the other figure, its ruby eyes filled with burning rage.



Not moving an inch from this massive creature, he continued to stand there, still grinning at it as the remaining standing scientists were backing up in fear.



He spoke from the other side of the glass, but, the static buzzing within the speakers was hard for the creature to hear what he said.



Without warning, it roared a bellowing roar, echoing around the place and charged right at him.



The man backed up twice as it charged, growling before jumping towards the glass, shattering right through, reaching the other side of the place.



It landed right on the man who was in front of the glass and… chomped his head clean.



After it had bitten the man’s head off, splattering blood all over the place, as the scientists screamed in horror, visions appeared before her eyes, the ones she has not seen.



An angel’s halo that shines in the surrounding darkness, a Knight’s Cross of the Iron Cross around someone’s neck, a single pale rose, a black clawed hand, a straw hat with a red ribbon around, and the most one that stands out from the objects she is seeing, is a pair of red glowing eyes.



A female voice screamed out from behind the door of her room, interrupting her morning daydreaming of the nightmare she had.



She jolted again from the sudden voice of the person.



“STEPHANIE NOVA ROSE ALLEN!” the voice screamed at the top of her lungs. “Get your ass out of bed this instant!”



She sighed in irritation and sat upright in her small bed for her to stretch out from being cramped in the narrow bed.



When she sat upright from her bed, the blanket that was covering her back slid off when she sat up, revealing her naked body.



She has long brunette hair that reaches to the middle of her back, as the hair on the right-hand side of her temple dyed in a cyan blue color, hidden within the thickness of her long hair.



But, on the left-hand side of her head was instead replaced with thin strands of wires and each individual wire is in a separate color.



The thin wires are also the same length as her brunette hair, too.



She has smooth tanned almond skin, with a metallic spine that reaches up to the back of her skull, to her hips.



Many scars covered every inch of her body, different shapes, and sizes.



Some decorated the bottom of her neck where the metal spine connects and hidden within her hair.



She was lean for an acrobat, but no bone was showing through the skin either.



Even over her back, in the same shapes and sizes, decorating every inch of her skin as if she is from a tattoo parlor that just tattooed over her.



On the left-hand side of her rib cage, that tattooed over her skin and scars are Ancient Chinese symbols; 伏都教徒 in a single straight line to the end of her rib cage.



The knocking at the door got louder into banging as she jolted from the sudden noise.



“All right, I’m gettin’ up,” she called out to the person on the other side of the door.



“Good! And get dressed!” the voice on the other side of the door snapped, leaving in a huff, the noise of stamping feet echoing through the hallway.



After she had disappeared, Stephanie sighed and got up, stretching out her body.



‘Man what a bitch…’ She bitterly thought to herself.



Stephanie reached over to a blue long-sleeved shirt and placed it on over her body.



Her bra was in the garment, or else her “brothers” will peek through the peephole of her room’s narrow door, watching her change from inside the room.



Stephanie pulled the covers off of her body, as her long, thin silver metallic legs up to her hips, with bionic toes, stretched over the side of the bed, before placing them on the creaking wooden ground, getting ready for the day.



She stroked one of the metal legs with a gloomy expression on her face, thinking to herself.



Thinking about the dream she had with the people and the giant beast.



She sighed through her nose, ignoring the terrible memory, she was thinking of inside her head.



Stephanie grabbed a pair of blue jeans that were laying to the side of her bed and sat back down, shifting her pants up to her hips without ripping.



Be glad her underwear was inside the blue jeans too.



She zipped up the zipper to keep the blue jeans on without slipping as she was thinking to herself.



After she had put on her blue jeans, she grabbed an old hairbrush of her cupboard’s counter and brushed out her long hair, being cautious with the tangles.



She next fastened a dark moss belt around her blue jeans, before tightening the belt after weaving the end through the second one, closing it up from being loose.



Next, she grabbed two light purple and light blue shoes with white shoelaces from the old wooden cupboard she has in her small room.



After she had laced her shoes, she glanced over at her old wooden cupboard, staring at a tiny black box.



Right next to the box is a shattered mirror that someone in anger destroyed it.



She got up from the bed she was sitting on, and got over to the cupboard, glancing up at the broken mirror for a moment, before glancing away without even staring at her reflection.



Lifting the cover off the box, she opened the box to get something is inside the box.



Inside the black box is a tiny golden pendant, in the shape of a heart, decorated with miniature engravings of flowers on the cover.



The chain to keep the pendant on is a long silver chain, with a clasp at the end to keep it on without falling off.



She lifted the necklace up from inside the black box, placing it in her right hand.



Staring at the necklace, a thoughtful expression on her face, but in her eyes, she looked sorrowful.



She unlocked the clip that keeps it together from tangling and, placed it on around her neck and the pendant reaches to the middle of her chest.



Stephanie strokes the pendant for a moment, before shaking her head side to side, ignoring the memory in her head.



She reaches over to a light gray triangular case is on the left-hand side of where she is and opened it.



Inside were a decent pair of dark blue and black plastic-rimmed glasses that are square-shaped, with curved corners.



She took the glasses out of the typical case and opened the case, and about to place the glasses on her face to see better, being cautious not to poke out one of her eyes on accident.



Until the rapid banging returned to the door, startling her before she could even put the glasses on her face, and she poked her right eye, without poking out any of her eyes.



“Ow,” she exclaimed in pain as she moved the glasses away for a moment, blinking a few times to get the slight pain from her eye.



The similar screechy voice screamed from the other side of the door as she blinked twice to get her vision back.



“STEPHANIE! How many fucking times do I have to tell you?! Get your ass out of bed now!” the familiar voice screeched again.



She sighed with irritation and tried one more time, putting on her glasses and after she places them on without poking her eyes again.



Glancing over to the door, she replied to the voice on the other side of the old door, “I’m already out of bed.”



The voice screamed again at her from behind, “Well, why don’t I see you?”



Stephanie sighed again in irritation and replied, “I was just finishin’ up, gettin’ dressed and you left the door locked when you woke me.”



An annoyed sigh escaped from the person on the other side of the door, and the door unlocked from being locked, and she replied, “Fine. Finish getting dressed and make our breakfast. Make it good like last time.”



She groaned to herself as she rolled her eyes, whining to herself about the female’s bitter ask.



But, under her breath, so the woman behind the door would not listen to her groaning and rolled her eyes in annoyance, “Fine. I’ll make breakfast.”



“Good.” the voice spoke. “Make sure that you come out of the room less than a minute or else I’ll have to punish you.”



After that, the stomping returned as she left, leaving Stephanie in the room, looking annoyed as she had her arms crossed over her chest.



‘Man, she is pissin’ me off.’ She thought to herself, frowning at the door with ruby-red eyes that changed color from steel-blue, gritting her teeth as a single fang appeared to the left-hand side of her mouth.



But, she sighed through her nose, calming down from her anger, as the fang on the left-hand side of her mouth disappeared.



Next, she lifted a blue, white, cerulean, peacock, and sky cameo sweater with a hoodie that is enormous that reaches down to her thighs, with pockets on the sides and a silver zipper in the front.



Her cameo sweater also has frost hems at the ends of the sleeves and the bottom of the garment up off the second small table of hers, and place it on her body, over her long-sleeved blue shirt.



She opened the door to the hallway, as the door creaked from the hinges, in front of the front door, and underneath the stairs, getting ready to start the day with her morning routine.



Suddenly, two twin boys appeared from the stairs above from where Stephanie is standing at, running down the stairs as fast as they can run, as Stephanie was coming out from the cupboard from underneath the stairs, without noticing them coming towards her.



They both have the same fair skin color, the same hazelnut brown eyes, and the same height.



And wearing the same clothing, which is a green shirt, blue jeans, and no shoes nor shocks.



Must have been Saturday today.



They bolted straight for the kitchen before they forced Stephanie out of their way by thrusting her back into her cramped room and slammed the door in front of her, as she landed on the ground underneath her bottom, almost conking her head on her metal bed frame.



‘Little devils…’ She thought bitterly to herself, as she slowly got up from the ground, glaring at the boys, if they were standing there in front of her.



She gently closed the door behind her back to her small room and grudgingly walked into the kitchen where the boys were sitting in their chairs, waiting for their delicious food.



A female was standing right next to the table, glaring at her as she stood there.



The woman is wearing a red short-sleeved shirt, blue jeans up to her thighs and pink flip-flops.



She has icy steel-blue eye color, and long sun-bleached hair is in the middle of her back, fair skin color was standing in front of her, with her palms on each side of her hips, glaring at her with an angry look on her face.



“Where were you?” she angrily barked. “I called you to come down here to cook food for us and yet you did not come!”



“I was just comin’ out of the room, where your sons pushed me back into the room,” she explained, her teeth gritting in a mild annoyance and anger.



Oh, how much she wanted to strangle those wicked boys with her own hands.



“She is telling lies!” one of the twin boys yelled from the living room.



“Stephanie, you know better not to tell lies.” the female warned, after the twin boy’s words when he yelled out from the living room.



Stephanie sighed in personal irritation, annoyed that she does not follow her own words, because her sons are “precious little angels” and replied, “Okay, I’ll do my best to not to lie again.”



The woman smiled and said, pointing towards the kitchen, “Good! Now, go make breakfast as I go do my makeup!”



She nodded her head, accepting her order, and the female exited the kitchen, disappearing into the bathroom, leaving Stephanie in the kitchenette and the boys at the table in the living room.



She sighed after she had left, heading towards the kitchen and entered, looking annoyed and disappointed at the mess inside the sink leftover from dinner.



After cleaning the dishes from the sink, she washed the dishes she needs for cooking and placed a large bowl down on the counter.



Was about to reach to the flour to make the pancakes, when someone yelled from the living room complaining, “Don’t make the disgusting enchilada casserole for dinner today! It’s disgusting!”



Stephanie sighed in irritation and replied, through her gritted teeth, “Okay, Jason.”



“It’s Jacob!” he yelled again from the living room.



“Honestly, why are you called our step-sister?” Jason replied.



Stephanie sighed again and replied, sounding annoyed with herself, “Sorry Jacob.”



Jacob sighed after Stephanie corrected herself and Jason hissed to his twin brother, not knowing Stephanie was still listening to them talking to each other.



“Stupid step-sister.” Jacob hissed. “Her real parents might be stupid drunks that drink for a living. They must’ve raised her like that.”



“Yes, who raised her up as a monster instead of a cute girl?” Jacob hissed back.



Stephanie’s right metallic hand’s fingers transformed into claws, and she dug them into the counter with a screeching noise, as a warning tone to her “step-brothers,” trying her best not to snap at them in violent anger, or else she might get scolded from her “mother.”



Her teeth were gritting again and this time, two fangs appearing from her canine teeth, as her steel-blue eyes changed into a light ruby color, hissing through her teeth as she scratched the counter.



They fell silent when they overheard the noise of the claws scratching and the hissing, lowering their voices, so she would not hear their conversation.



She sighed after they had heard the claws scratching against the counter, calming herself down from being angry at the boys.



Raising her right hand up from the counter, from underneath her palm reveals the scratch marks she created, which is three thin scratch marks.



Her ruby eye color changes back to her original steel-blue eye color, while her sharp canine teeth change back to normal too.



She glances at the counter from underneath her right metal hand, noticing the claw marks on the marble counter.



‘If Jessica noticed the scratch marks on the counter, I would get a hell of a beatin’ for life…’ She thought to herself as she gazes at the scratch marks.



She sheathed her claws, and placed her left palm on top of the counter, concealing the scratches with her entire hand, and whispered, “Ila.”



After a moment, she withdrew her hand from the scratch marks, which disappeared after she had whispered the spell.



When the claw marks disappeared from the whisper of the spell, she knelt to the cabinet underneath the counter and pulled the door open, to get something inside.



Inside the cabinet revealed pans for cooking food, different pans for other various foods.



She reached deep into the cabinet and pulled out the right pan for cooking pancakes in.



Next, she placed the pan on the oven’s top, turning the heat on for cooking.



Then, she readies the pan for cooking by adding butter inside, to lube the pancakes from sticking.



When she finished the batter, she felt like there is something flavorful is missing to add.



She then drizzled the flour in the bowl, along with milk, butter, and cream, and poured the batter mix into a ready pan and asked, ignoring the rude whispers from the wicked boys without snapping at them with her arousing anger, “Would you boys like something flavorful in the pancakes?”



The boys said, simultaneously, “Chocolate chips!”



Her anger disappeared when she heard them asking for chocolate chips, to flavor their pancakes, as she chuckled to herself, in pleasant memory of her and a beloved sister of hers, announcing the same line simultaneously, in front of their mother.



She ignored the pleasant memory from the past and reached over to the chocolate chip bag on top of the counter and opened the container to scoop into a measuring cup.



But before she could even scoop chocolate chips up and into the bowl she had prepared, a voice screamed from behind her back, making her freeze in midair, nearly out of the bag.



“What are you doing?!”



She overheard someone snap at her from behind her back, and whipped the other way around and noticed Jessica behind her with a furious look on her face, while she was wearing too much makeup on her face, with her palms on her hips, glaring at her.



“They wanted chocolate chip pancakes…” she answered, trying not to make a disgusted face of her face smeared in makeup from chin to forehead.



Jessica sighed in irritation, as she rolled her eyes and replied, “Don’t pour too much of the chocolate chips into the batter, so that the pancakes come out slimy.”



She nodded her head and went back to cooking pancakes, continuing to scoop a cup full of chocolate chips, before grabbing a butter knife and scraped the top, to make it even for each pancake to have chocolate chips inside each time she drizzled the batter into the pan.



Stephanie first poured the batter into the prepared pan and sprinkled the chocolate chips on the top of the pancake to add in more flavor on top of the pancake, and she places the cup of chocolate chips on the counter.



She reached over to the drawer and pulled out the drawer, to see a rubber flipper to overturn the delicious pancakes over to cook on the other side, so she drew out the rubber flapper and turned the pancakes over before they burn to black.



After she had finished cooking many pancakes, she made from the batter; she served the pancakes on a large platter for the boys to split the pancakes evenly.



Before she could exit the kitchen, she first cleaned the dirty dishes for cooking again at lunch.



After washing the dishes, she walked out of the kitchen with the plate of chocolate chip pancakes in her hand, she set them down in the table’s middle.



Before the boys eat the pancakes, she brought out empty plates for them to divvy the pancakes without using their hands.



They devoured all the pancakes after she had placed the pancakes, leaving Stephanie nothing.



After she finished making as many pancakes she prepared from the batter, she served the pancakes on a large platter for them to split between both of the boys.



She cleaned the mess she made with cooking before the woman noticed that she left the kitchen in a mess and severed the pancakes to the boys as they were waiting in the living room.



After she set the pancakes in the table’s middle as the plates to place the pancakes on; they both devoured the pancakes, leaving Stephanie nothing.



She feels left out and angry as she watched them devour the pancakes in all.



After they had eaten their breakfast, they exited the living room and entered the bathroom with their mother, leaving Stephanie an unpleasant mess to tidy up.



So, she sighed in both annoyance and gentle sadness, annoyed that she had to clean up their mess, instead of helping her to clean up the mess they have created.



So, she tidied up the mess by herself with no help from the family.



After she had cleaned up the clutter on the table, the wicked boys came back out, their faces cleaned, and their hair combed, walking towards the door and putting on their jackets, after taking it off from the door, getting ready for the day to start.



Jessica came out of the bathroom after she was in the bathroom for an hour, wearing too much makeup as last time and an elegant bag, and well, dressed like a drag.



That makes Stephanie herself wince in disgust inside her mind to feel disgusted by what she is wearing.



“Sweetie, can you clean the house?” She asked, ordering Stephanie to finish the chores in the house. “We’ll come back sooner or later.”



She rolled her eyes and nodded her head again, accepting her order.



After they had left to go shopping for clothes, they left Stephanie alone in the house and in the quiet.



She glanced around the house, noticing how peaceful inside the home with none of the woman’s snarky barks barking at her of her lack of chores and proper work, as the twin boy’s whining complaints.



Stephanie sighed again and since she had cleaned the house before, walking over to the door and unlocked it, as the brilliant sunlight shines on her.



She smirked at the brilliant sunshine and strode outside before closing the door behind her latching the door behind her with a spare key she carries in her capacious pocket.



After she had walked out of her house and latched the door, she put her spare key into her blue jeans pocket and pulled her hood over her head as she tucked her hair behind the back of her sweater and shoved her hands into her blue jeans pockets.



Making it look like she does not want to talk to people about her morning, nor want to meet anyone else as she strode the sidewalk.



The city filled with people walking along the sidewalk in ones or twos, or in small groups, gossiping to each other or texting to other people on the other side of the phone who are their friends or their loved ones.



Some were eating breakfast sandwiches as they wandered.



Some hurried to get to work by rudely pushing past everyone without a pardon, they are late for, as some walked to carpenter stores to work in, or in other stores, they work in.



Others eat while at a café for breakfast, talking to each other, or with a group of friends about their morning.



Everyone ignored the female her head covered with her hood.



As she walked the sidewalk, not caring about anyone who gazes at her in either confusion or in unamusement of who she is, nor paying no attention to her as she strode the sidewalk.



She stayed outside until dark, so she would not come back to the same house, to get ordered around to clean up the house or cook food for them.



Without warning, a local police car siren filled the air, making Stephanie jolt from the sudden noise, sounding like it was getting closer.



She whipped her head over her left shoulder and saw a police cruiser heading straight for her.



“Shiitake mushrooms!” she cursed out loud to herself when she noticed the police car heading straight for her.



She ran through the deserted sidewalk to escape from the police car that was heading for her.



Stephanie headed towards an old firehouse that was not open in a long time by the firemen.



She ran inside after breaking the lock locking the door, without caring about what lurks inside the old firehouse.



When she went inside, she ran straight up the stairs to the top to jump on roofs to escape.



Before she could go over to the edge of the building to jump to the other side of the building to another building, the floor underneath her feet collapsed from underneath her weight, making her fall back first.



Falling deep into the hole after giving out a startled yelp as the distant noises of the police sirens disappeared in the distance.