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There she sat.

In a stark white room lit by a single white light in the center of the roof, covered with a protective casing. Every wall was padded save the front which was reinforced glass. The whole room was sealed so as to keep sound from leaking through. It only helped a bit.

She could still hear it all. The weaker sounds were not audible but closer ones, the sounds of the facility itself, were leaking into her room in a dull roar. Though muffled she could hear all their voices, all their footsteps, all their heartbeats. She could hear the sound of electricity coursing about the lightbulb. The various machines which occupied the facility all sang a song of their own. It was like having an entire world performing in active discord right in her own cranium.


Olivia had only been at the facility a couple days before the latest arrival. Before she'd had even made it through the front door she had already screamed so long her voice was gone. She had been going days without sleep or any form of maintainance. She hadn't eaten or drank anything, her hair was a mess and cold sweat clung to her skin. All of it didn't matter though. She'd give up most human rights if it would make the pain stop.

But it never stopped.


One specific detail to note was that she was not offered any kind of sedatives whatsoever. The doctor who was overseeing her personally, Doctor Joseph Ritter, had explicit instructions for her handlers. One such instruction, highlighted for emphasis, was Do not under any circumstance use sedatives or any other form of medication on the subject.

Quite an odd instruction but biddable. She wasn't of any threat to anyone given the fact she wasn't able to demonstratively hurt anyone given her size, frailty and inability to manifest her mutation in any meaningfull manner. This meant however that there would be no chemical assistance for the pain she was in.


The purpose behind this demand is that Dr. Ritter wanted to monitor her brain's functions without alteration from outside influences. Things like sedatives and other formulas hamper her frame of thought and even a subtle tampering can make information gathered through testing unreliable. He wanted pure testing results, nothing less would suffice.

He did have the credentials to issue these requests. As a leader in the fields of neurobiology, psychology and medicine his opinions on the subject came with a measure of respect, even within the facility. He met that fine line of both genius and unscrupulous which made him a suitable pick for such a project.


They were still setting up the testing chambers for her. They had something specific in mind. All the while she was given a particularly well sealed room to stay in, only as much comfort as they could offer someone without use of painkillers.

She sat there, dead center of the room, simply staring at the floor. The voices down the hall spoke towards the new arrival. She didn't just hear them, she could feel the sensation of their sounds. The different pitches and tones flowed like a waterfall. She could see their voices rippling out like distortions in the fabric of reality. Waves were constantly flowing through the walls like ripples in a pond on a rainy day. This room of hers was barely adequate but it was still a shelter from the storm.


With the pain still present but not at it's fevered pitch emotion was able to leak into her mind. A terrible sadness for just how unfair everything was. Some who were here might feel injustice at the lives they are being denied while locked away. She didn't have that same sense of loss. Her life was miserable to begin with as she was hated without clear reason, just different excuses from everyone. Now she's suddenly struck with unbearable agony and brought into a place where people with unusual abilities are imprisoned.

Why then was she picked? Why was her power to exist in some state which brings nothing but pain while others seem to live on as usual? She wondered about these very questions in the period of peace she was able to afford. She was able to hear distant conversations but they were always competing for her attention, blaring at volumes far too loud to be healthy for her. She wasn't able to pick out the men discussing the preparations for her tests... And the time which she was going to be brought out for said tests.


It wasn't long off.