Let it go. Let it. Stop resisting. Stop holding on. Stop caring.

That voice, that voice again. The dark thoughts, this... this anger she couldn't make sense of that never left her alone... Hatred...

It felt like she was being overtaken now, like her blood was boiling, like she was slowly becoming a vessel for these thoughts. Could she really do it?

Yes. Yes, you can. Let go, don't think.

Kassandra woke up with a painful scream. Pain. Again. The doctors were there. Again. They were going to open her up again.

"No. NO. NO. NO." She began to resist. But had it ever worked before? Her hands, arms, and legs were bound. She was lying in a cold and dark room. Every day, she was subjected to a new experiment.

Let go. Let go of everything...

And another wave of pain. Who knows how many needles had been stuck into her body? She had always wished each one would be the last. She wished for death. For salvation. But that was a luxury. For people like her, there was no death.

One more, one more, one more. Stop counting, stop thinking, stop breathing. Don't open your eyes again.

NO.

Silence. Darkness. Peace.

No, she didn't deserve that yet. There was still so much to be done. She had no right to rest. When was the last time she'd deserved anything?

She remembered. The cotton candy she got when she was a little girl. The reward the nun secretly gave her for being a good girl. She could still taste it.

And now? Now was the time to forget that taste. Time for the old Kassandra to die.

She slowly watched that little girl walk away. Her mind was a mess. But one thing was very clear now. The light was gone. It had just abandoned her.

Wake up. Get up.

She woke up. "ENOUGH!"

With one rage-filled move, she freed her bound arm and punched the nearest doctor in the throat, tearing it open. Was she this strong? Apparently. It seemed all those experiments had turned her into some kind of super freak.

Keep going. They deserve worse.

While the others screamed in shock and horror, she quickly began freeing herself from the table she was tied to.

As soon as she stood up, she grabbed the closest doctor and threw him onto the others. She had even been a bit slow. The alarm was already blaring. It wouldn't take long for armed personnel to arrive.

She didn't care. She picked up one of the needles from the table and stabbed it into the eye of the man she caught. Stabbed it and moved on. Now, there was only chaos and carnage.

She didn't even think of stopping. She wasn't chasing anyone. Not yet. She approached the door and gripped it tightly. With a strong yell, she ripped one of the iron bars off. It had been easier than she thought.

She held the iron. Just like a baseball bat. As she started running toward the exit, she heard the other test subjects being released.

There was only one possible reason. They were planning to use them to stop Kassandra.

Kill them all. They don't deserve to live.

She threw the iron bar at the first man approaching with all her strength and shattered his skull. She hadn't even blinked. She blocked a punch from the second with her left arm, then lifted the man by the throat and started smashing his head into the iron bars. Until his big head was crushed enough to pass through the bars.

Just then, one grabbed her from behind by the throat, and another stabbed her in the leg. But it was useless. Ignoring the pain, she turned and punched the one with the knife in the face, then grabbed his ear and tore it off right there. Then she ran backward with full force and slammed herself into the wall, crushing the ribs of the one choking her.

She turned to the others and grinned. As if nothing had happened. She started running toward them. A kick to one, a punch to another. She didn't even feel the hits she was taking.

How many times had she been stabbed? Who knows. Every punch she threw became harder and more merciless than the last. She grabbed a knife and stabbed it into one's stomach, then into his groin.

Screams, groans, blood, chaos.

She didn't stop. After stabbing the man's groin multiple times, she threw the knife at someone else and headbutted another opponent. The man's head had practically been crushed. Again. Again. Again.

Another one. Just then, a sharp pain, dizziness. A baseball bat hit her straight in the face before she could react, and another hit. One more blow. Her vision went dark, and she staggered. As she leaned against the wall, she caught the final blow in the air, shattered the wooden bat, and stabbed the man's face with the piece she grabbed.

It wasn't enough. There were still some standing. She ran and leapt at them. She stabbed the sharp wooden piece into someone's heart. Stood up quickly and punched one in the groin, kicked another in the stomach.

She approached the man on the ground and raised her foot. Kick. Right in the middle of his face. One more, again, again, again... She kept stomping on his face without stopping. Then turned to the last remaining person.

There was a smile on her face. Horrifying and dark. The man attacked. Kassandra fought back. They started punching each other.

Fast. Brutal. Deadly.

With a sudden move, she went for the man's neck and bit him like a dog. Tore him apart right there and pushed away the man who started going into shock.

Her white tank top was no longer white. Her feet, hands, and face were red. She was bleeding. Half of it her own, half of it... She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

You did the right thing.

Yes. The bad ones didn't deserve to live. She began walking down the cold, dark corridor. Aside from the alarm, there was silence. Where were the armed forces? Strange. Just then, she heard a sound behind her. Footsteps. One of the facility workers? A superhero? Security forces? Maybe a villain? She had no idea for now, but she would find out. One way or another.

"Who are you?" A simple question.