Prologue

I watched through the small window of my cell as everyone rushed about, panicking. Men and women in white coats yelled angry, frustrated orders at each other. The smallest smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. All their hard work, all the doctor's monsters and all the general's soldiers was going to go to waste. The only thing that could cause this panic was that the nuclear war that raged outside our door had finally come knocking. Sure, the facilities had a bunker but the severity of these bombs had not been expected, and everyone knew that only a few of the sections of the underground area would survive.

I knew I was going to die. This was such an important government facility, that naturally there were eyes watching for the incoming attack and naturally those eyes had alerted the head of the facility. There was an evacuation plan. Of course, we were not included. Taking a group mixed with a hundred genetic experiments and intensely trained young warriors, all of which harboured a deep hate for the people who created them was indeed not a wise move. After all, they could only keep us sedated for so long.

As my smile grew with the panic, I was mildly startled when a face popped up in front of my door's window. I kept my face blank, the way all the warriors were taught to. I was curious as the face was not my general, but rather a frazzled looking slate haired doctor.

Her shoulder moved in conjunction with her arm, and I knew she was pressing a button that released a sedative gas into my room's air. After a few rather violent outbursts from some of my neighbours it had been decided that all the soldiers and a fair few of the more volatile experiments should be sedated before being moved.

I slumped to the ground about thirty seconds after my first breath of the poison air. It still had that bitter sweet taste to it as it had the last hundred times this had happened. It paralysed my muscles, but left everything else operational and somehow my eyes could still move, though I couldn't shut them. The door opened and shoved against my body as the doctor and two armed soldiers slipped in.

"Hurry," the doctor urged, "We only have an hour to get the entire twenty into the ice chambers." Ice chambers? What did she mean by that?

One of the men grunted as he picked me up, while the other one said, "Only twenty? I thought there were a hundred of them?"

We strode down the hallway, my body lying limply over the soldier's shoulder. This feeling of being weak and helpless was one I always despised.

"We only have enough for twenty, so we're taking the most promising ten of both the experiment division and the super soldier division," the doctor explained and then continued, "We'll put five in each of the four lowest bunkers in the hope that at least some of them will survive. We'll come back for them when the war is over. The other eighty are easily replicated and replaced, so we'll leave them in their cells for when the bombs hit."

The two soldiers murmured their understanding, before one said to the other, "I know these guys are lethal as fuck, but why bother? Training them to use weapons they'll never need, like swords and bow and arrows? I can understand knives, but throwing stars and spears?"

The man holding me shrugged in reply, which I found very uncomfortable. My long, dull black ponytail flopped in front of my head. The truth was the doctors said if we got bored with our training we would become more unstable, despite the pills they gave us to try and keep our emotions balanced. Finally everything was lit with an almost blue light and I knew we were underground. We headed onto a staircase and began to descend.

When we hit the fourth level the man swung me round and set me on the floor, back slumped against a cold wall. The entire room was chilled, actually. Like a fridge.

I finally had a chance to take in my surroundings, and looking around as much as I could with my head paralysed, I saw a large brick room with five coffins in it. Well, they looked like coffins, only electrical with glass tops and bases filled with all sorts of confusing electronics.

Looking to the other wall I saw two of the experiment kids. 43, the slight girl with white hair was one of the finest creations the doctors had made, or so I had heard. They had changed something inside of her so she healed rapidly and could even heal others, though she was still mastering that. It was very scientific, something about controlling the brain to make it work much faster in releasing all the healing agents. How she cured poisons was still confusing to me though. The next one, 78, was a tall athletic looking girl with long black hair was more of a mystery to me. I knew her particular talent had something to do with visibility, but I wasn't sure.

I realized that even though I couldn't see there must be two people of my wall with me. Soldiers, warriors like me. Even now we were being separated.

As I was lifted once again by a soldier, I saw the two experiments get lifted as well. I had a bad feeling as the words coffin and ice chamber swirled around in my head. My body swung a bit as I was carried, and I saw 13 and 27 being lifted behind me. Two men had to carry 13, he was so huge. He was also nasty. 27 was much slighter, but he was quick and 13's lackey.

"Open it up," The man commanded, and a new doctor came over with greying hair and a hooked nose. He flicked a switch, and then when the button next to it went green he pressed that. They were the only electronics on the top of the coffin and they were embedded into a small piece of metal over where my chest would go.

At this point, panic was rising in my chest no matter how I fought it. "Hey, Doc." The man holding me grunted as the doctor patiently waited for the coffin to beep ten times before the glass lid opened, connected to metal, electrical hinges.

The man dropped me inside and I fell uncomfortably onto a cold gel surface. The doctor tutted and muttered something about removing clothing, which made the panic expand even more. He did however answer the man looking at me curiously.

"Yes?"

"What happens if we die and don't come back for these guys?" The man asked uncomfortably.

"Then they stay frozen forever," The doctor impatiently gestured at the man and he moved to prop me up as the doctor started removing my clothes. I swear I stopped breathing, but the doctor didn't care and his hands still moved, unfastening and unclasping. It wasn't the nudity that bothered me; it was the doctor's hands, cold and precise.

"Wait... What if someone finds them in the future and lets them out? Don't the bombs leave that radiation shit?" He asked another question, and I had to admit I was curious to.

The doctor huffed, irritated by this constant questioning. His next answer was slight snappish, "We had radiation monitors, there all around the worked in different locations in case some are destroyed. The ones these are ideally programmed for are the American ones, though if there all destroyed it will use a monitor from another country. Based on the results from the monitors the ice chambers will slowly introduce radiation into their system to make them immune. Before you ask, they will be able to survive the radiation because we've been giving them treatments to make them more compatible with the radiation for a long time. We've had this back up plan for an even longer time."

The guard finally seemed satisfied and remained quite. The doctor ripped off my sports bra and my chest was left completely exposed. He ripped the tie out of my hair, and it hurt badly enough that I wanted to hit the man, hard. My heart skipped a beat, but the doctor simply continued to remove my pants and underpants before roughly shoving me into the gel mattress type thing inside the machine.

I wanted to scream and cry at the same time as he closed the glass dome over me, and yet still my muscles were paralysed. As he began to bend over to presumably fiddle with switches on the side I felt my muscles finally loosen. They hadn't given me a large dose of sedative.

Just as I could gather the strength to lift my arm, the doctor gave a pleased cry and the machine started to hum. I felt a slight chill before suddenly the temperature began to drop rapidly. The glass quickly clouded and frosted over and I felt my finally free muscles begin to sieve again in the cold. I didn't even have the chance to start shivering before my mind began to slow. I fought it even as my eyes closed and the fear and panic gathered as I struggled to breath.

Just as my panic and worry came to a crescendo the cold became too much. I felt my thoughts slip away; my blood slow and my muscles stiffen.

I had lost this fight.

Ninety Seven years passed, the nuclear war long finished and the ice chambers holding their captives still. Some survived this frozen period; others did not.

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