Alone in her room, Claire sat motionless on the cold floor. She hadn't changed her position in almost four hours, even though she sometimes flicked her cold gaze around the room. No thoughts ran through her head, and she felt nothing except the cold of the floor and the fabric of her torn dress. The only other thing in her room was a small potted rose, the only display that she had some abilities related to plants, apart from the data collected by researchers.

This rose was special, its petals bright blue- the only hint of color in the entire cold room. It had no leaves, but was thriving.
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The young girl glared at researchers who were attempting to get close to her. She sat in a small indoor lagoon that was supposed to be a cheap attempt at getting her to cooperate. Each time somebody got within a meter of her, a wave would shove them under the water and away from her. This girl's name was Emerie Merriam. She had been sold to the lab as a child, and was clearly tired of being a lab rat. But her previous escape attempts had been futile and easily put down. Now she was quietly cold with researchers, putting up a fuss whenever they wanted to get genetic material from her using any form of sharp object.