The Scars She Hid From The World

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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Laboratory Night

We are inside a dimly light lab at the New Energy Organization. We drift down to see scientists going about their business, we see a large metal container alive with a bright gold energy. We see the main scientist approach the container looking at it from time to time and taking notes. From nowhere a voice from nowhere speaks.

Voice

You know I will escape again… Shepard…

Ryan Shepard

I commend you on your efforts, X…but you know I had no choice…

I comprehend your actions Shepard, but I simply cannot allow myself to be imprisoned within this...Thing!

The gold energy dims and takes on a humanoid form and looks down at Ryan.

Ryan Shepard

Look X… I'm sorry for putting you in the container, but you were a danger… I didn't make the decision it was the board!

Your superior is coming, and he has brought...guests!

Ryan Shepard

Shit, that's all I need!

Listen friend… Best hide for now, don't want them learning, you can speak and that you’re clearly an intelligent being.