[h1][color=003471]Alexandra Ivanov "The Kraken"[/color][/h1][hr][hr]

Alexandra sat on the edge of her bed and let out a heavy sigh. For the past year and a half, it was the same thing over and over. Wake up, stare at the wall, eat the horrendous garbage that they called food, then sleep. She couldn't even remember the last time she saw any of her [i]friends[/i]. Of course, they no longer considered themselves her friend. Alex cursed the arms resting at her side. She never asked for any of this. She was labelled a criminal due to some freak accident that gave her hideous tentacle arms.

A knock on her cell door caused her to jump. She never got any visitors, and her food tray was always slid under the door without any notice. She stood up as the door creaked open. "Hello, Alexandra. My name is Dr. David Peterson." The man who spoke was dressed in a formal 3-piece suit, complete with slicked back hair. He appeared to be a bit older than her.

"Are you here to do more tests, doctor?" Alex replied. Her slight Russian accent threw off the doctor.

"A foreigner? Right, I remember reading your file." The doctor walked closer and inspected her arms. "Fascinating. Alexandra, I'm not here to do any tests, or to hurt you. I'm here to offer you a chance at a life outside of this prison. No doubt you would like that."

"I had a life before I got locked in here. You people think I'm a criminal because of something I couldn't control. Did you read that in my file, doctor?"

"I'm not saying that locking all of you away was the right course of action. That's why I'm here. I want to help you realize your true potential as a hero."

Alexandra's stare didn't break away as the doctor spoke. Surely, he was just trying to trick her into a false sense of security.

"I can assure you that this is not a trick. You see, I am one of the Gifted as well. Now, if you'll please come with me, I can get you out of here."

She stood taken aback at the man who could apparently read her thoughts. Nothing was secret with him. Of course, nothing about her was a secret anymore. The government knew everything about her, down to the time in minutes that she sleeps. There was no such thing as privacy in this prison.

"I guess I don't really have a choice." Alex walked closer to the doctor. "Lead the way."

"Thank you, Alexandra. You won't be disappointed." He stuck his hand out in an attempt to shake her hand, but quickly retracted it. "Er, I don't think that is very sanitary."

Alex ignored the comment and pushed the doctor out of the cell before stepping out behind him. "Let's go." 

Alex followed several others who walked behind the doctor. They all appeared to have some sort of quirk about them. [i]Must be other Gifted.[/i] She stayed as far back as she could. She knew that even though they were all Gifted as well, her mutation was the most noticeable, and undoubtedly the most unattractive. The back was definitely the best place for her. The group of Gifted boarded a large elevator that took them to the surface of the prison.

The sun shone brightly, its light bouncing off of a large jet before them. After her eyes got used to the sun that she so desperately missed, she realized just how mesmerizing the giant flying contraption truly was. If she didn't know better, Alex would have thought she was locked away for hundreds of years. The jet looked nothing like the others she had seen before. The pilot gestured at the group, giving them the go-ahead to board the jet. Alex maintained her spot at the back of the pack, waiting for the others to board first.