I was running through the woods. Someone was on my tail and getting close to catching me. I could here their voice, it sounded calm yet menacing. I seemed to be in an adults body. My own hands covered in blood and I could taste it in my mouth. I was terrified yet calm. I kept running. The person was gaining on me. Were they even human? They sounded like the devil. They sounded cold and dead. Just like me. I looked back and saw who was chasing me. Someone I didn't recognize. They had dark tan skin and brown hair. I looked ahead of me and forced myself to keep running. My mouth was getting dry. What kind of sorcery was this?! I tripped over something and fell. I think I broke something. The person was now on top of me, "caught you." Is all they said as they stabbed me.

I jolted awake and quickly inspected myself. Once I saw that I was alright I looked around. Everyone was still asleep. Seeing as I couldn't sleep, I decided to get up and do something productive.

As soon as my feet touched the cold floor, my mind began to drift onto who that guy was in my dream. He didn't look familiar, and no one here besides a few of the males were dark colored. I gave a shrug and began to walk to the door to open it when I heard a noise.

Panicked, I turned around. I gave a sigh of relief as I found out it was just Amy moving over. These night terrors really screw with the five year old mind. Once again, I reached for the door and opened it. I was pretty tall and smart for my age. I'm pretty sure I could drink alcohol and be fine.

Anyways, I creeped down the hall and into the training room. I put on the virtual reality headset and started it up. It took a minute to get set up. Once it was started up, Ayden thoughts of being alone and being different filled my mind. The machine did this so you would do your best. I actually never had friends, and no one wanted to talk to me. So I was used to working solo.

After that good thirty minute work out I took off the VR headset. It was almost time to wake up. I realized how long I was in here. And if I'm not in the room by eight, I'd sure get a punishment. I turned everything off and bolted to the room. It was 7:59 when I arrived back in. Everyone was awake.

"Where were you?" The lion boy everyone calls James asked with a snarl.

"Doing something productive." I say in my Russian accent. I screwed up saying that whole sentence because I can't speak to save my life.

"Pft. Yeah sure spider. Freak." James muttered as the door unlocked. A deep voice was heard.

"Which one of you brats was in the damn training room?"

"It was Project Arachnid! She wasn't here when we woke up!" James shouted. I gave him a glare of hatred. Despite being young we were all pretty much mentally teenagers.

"Is this so? Project Arachnid. It seems warnings aren't enough." The voice said as someone grabbed my back.

"Seems we need to get more physical in our scoldings." They said and started to drag me away. Of course this was normal, and happened frequently. I looked back at the other kids and all they could see was my sharp toothed smile and tears that ran down my face. Silently crying, that shows weakness. Weakness means you get hurt. I need to stop crying and actually grow up. But I'm five years old, so of course I'm going to cry. Those doctors are going to pay. With their lives.