PROLOGUE: WHO I WAS THEN AND NOW

~NYX~

Pain. Always pain.

Hunger gnaws. Empty. Hollow.

How long since food?

Days? Weeks?

Time blurs here.

Patient 495, they call me.

Nyx, I remind myself.

Nyx Blackwood.

Have to remember.

Have to hold onto something.

Memories fade like smoke.

Slips through fingers.

Had a family once.

A sister?

Sometimes see flashes.

Green eyes like mine.

Dark hair. Same face?

Twin?

Can't remember.

Don't remember….

White coats come again.

Always come.

"495 ready for morning trials."

Mockery in their tones.

Smoke and tainted misery in their presence.

Rough hands. Cold metal.

Restraints bite broken flesh.

Routine now.Every day the same. Different poisons. Different pains.