**HELLO READER\!**   
This story will be in the genre of action-adventure. I'm not a action-adventure writer by any extent, but I’m trying to stretch my limbs and get *out* of my comfort zone. So I’m just here to warn you: I usually write fictional dark psychological horrors or books about superheroes. So some of that fast-paced action style *might* leak into this story.

**Chapter 1**  
So–I woke up to a figure standing over me

I feel a cold, metallic surface beneath me. I try to sit up, but I hit something–Straps

What in the world is happening?

A mysterious figure is standing over me, studying my reaction

While I’m strapped to a cold metal table

Great start to my day\!

I continue to struggle against the restraints; But I’m not making and progress

The figure speaks–A woman’s voice *“Don’t struggle, You’ll only hurt yourself; And I don’t want that…”* Her voice is cold and calculated, with a hint of something else at the edge; Regret? Empathy? Something else?

*“Who are you?”* I manage to croak out, my voice rough and dry

The figure chuckles, *“Oh, I guess I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Mariah, head of the ASHS”*

*“The What now\!?”* I say, starting to shake against the cold metal table, my eyes widening

She chuckles again *“I guess you wouldn’t be familiar with us. We’re the Anti-Superhuman society”* She says, In a dark, mysterious tone that sends shivers down my spine

*“And what do you want with me\!?”* I ask, still trying to escape the restraints

She doesn’t answer in anyway that’s helpful *“You’ll find out soon enough”*

So, lets make a checklist: Wake up tied to a table? Check, Have a Mysterious lady not tell you anything useful? Check, Has something to do with superhuman powers? Check, Confused yet? Check.

Can my day get any worse? Check.

The figure leans aside for a second and grabs something

I can’t tell what it is at first, but then I recognize it–A syringe

*“W-What’s that for?”* I ask, my eyes wide, still struggling to get away

She looks back over at me again *“It’s time for you to rest…”*

*“Wha–”* Before I can protest she injects me with the syringe; and everything goes black