Rosalina Carry fell to the floor gasping for air while her silver, and red laced double edged whip retracted back to itâ€™s normal 12 inch length from the 24  inches that she was able to lengthen it. Her gasps were harsh, and irregular due to the tremendous pain in her head. Just like that she was out with the numbers<span style="font-style: italic"> 3â€¦2â€¦.</span>stuck in her head. Dreams were forbidden and she had no clue when she awoke that was until she was carefully awoken.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Project â€¦" </span>Her mind ruled out the words much to her demise and the chains that held her to the chair were rather uncomfortable.<br/><br/>"Would someone PLEASE RELEASE ME FROM THESE CHAINS. My god you people make things worse." The serum was wearing off and none the less she was getting more and more agitated with the black specks from her soft jet black hair that hung in front of her eyes. The displease from the events that happened during the testing just enraged her more. If only she could release these chains and break theyâ€™re fucking faces into the ground. Then that would satisfy her. However, she had to sit in that chair like an obedient lab rat.<br/><br/>A white dressed man stepped into the room dressed in careful attire as if he was going to wedding. Hell he probably could be going to a wedding at this rate.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Quite your bitching Rose. You have only been in the chair for 15 minutes, and just as wellâ€¦.youâ€™re brain has only been functioning for 10. " </span>The man walked over and unlatched the chains and immediately she flexed her palms. Being restrained was never her favorite thing. She stretched her legs, and her feet to finally be settled.<span style="font-style: italic">"So now you are off to the meeting room, and then to the busâ€¦Be careful Rose the world is destructive." </span>Like hell she didnâ€™t know that. Considering she volunteered to take part in this project whatever the fuck they call it. Just meant that she was more willing to go to the extremes.<br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>At last she made it to the meeting room, and then to the bus where she sat down in a seat that was in the middle of the bus. Unlike most people she read her team mates personality off of the way they carried themselves. However she was busy reading the lists of names on the paper of her ten team mates. Taking in their faces and engraving them in her mind.