Before I start, I just want to say that I am EXTREMELY excited to start this book! I want this book to be different than others, but you might recognize some concepts from books/movies like The Darkest Minds, just because the concept is so interesting to me. I would like to clear that I am NOT stealing the plotline or anything from The Darkest Minds, but I like the idea so I wanted to do my own story to the concept.

Now on with the prologue

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It was the year 2134, and humanity was in anarchy.

Children were being hunted because of their eye color, and the powers that they possessed. Ever since the war broke out and babies were being experimented on, it caused babies to only be given black, or brown eyes once the eyes changed from blue.

The most common abnormal color was green, the doctors and scientists classified green as a low risk priority. Green eyes are connected with nature, so naturally babies born with green eyes can control any plant life.

Babies born with red eyes are considered a medium risk priority. Red eyes are a symbol of fire power, so babies born with red eyes will grow to discover they have fire as their power.

Babies born with pale blue, yellow, or pink eyes are a high risk priority. While babies with these eye colors are destructive, they are not the most dangerous. Babies born with these colored eyes have different mind powers; pale blue being able to move things without lifting a finger. Yellow eyes means that child will be able to pick up different types of precious metals and are able to manipulate metals. Babies born with pink eyes have the ability to call water to them wherever they are.

Now deep blue eyes are rare. There is only 1 reported case and her powers are unique. The baby born with this eye color hadn't developed her powers yet, but she shows signs of having the power to control lightning.

There is more than these, but they are the most important.

All these eye colors are dangerous to society and a project that was proposed by a "scientific" organization that wanted to take the children with colored eyes out of society and do experiments to see how to change them back to what was considered normal. So far their experiments have failed in normalizing the "infected" children, but they have discovered a way to make an antidote to at least make the children's powers become doormat.

But when the lead scientists of the project has been discovered electrocuted to death there is only 1 child who could commit such a crime.

Or is there?

Hello! This is the first official chapter of The Girl with the Blue Eyes! I'm so super excited to write for this book, I can't wait to give you guys this story! I love you all!

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Sitting in the dark room, Test Subject #3, otherwise known as T3, felt alone. She looked at the speaker in the corner silenting begging that those disgusting people were done torturing her for the day.

Sadly, this was not the case as she heard the intercom noise enter her room and the cringing, high pitched noise that came through the speaker was loud enough to make her ears bleed. She covered her poor ears the best to her ability but that wasn't enough to stop them from bleeding.

After ten more torturous minutes of the noise, they finally turned it off. T3 hiccuped, trying to get herself to stop crying.

She had exactly five minutes until the nurses came in to treat her ears, and if she was found crying they'd punish her. She quickly dried her tears and just like T3 expected, the nurse came in with her medicine kit to treat her ears. She swabbed the blood and stored the cotton swab in a tube for later testing to see if her DNA went back to what was considered "normal".

When the nurse put a cotton ball in her ears, she smiled a fake smile. "You are truly improving dear. Your ears didn't bleed as much this time! And your eyes are becoming a dull blue color! That's good, it means the treatment is working, and in no time you will be returned back to your family." Standing up, the nurse dropped her smile and walked out her door.

The male security guard came to the room and harshly picked her up off the ground but her arm, "god damnit! Why do you always have to be lazy! Do you know how fat you are?!" He threw T3 to the ground and her face made contact with the concrete floor. Her nose was broken.

Again.

T3 picked herself up and hobbled out of the torture room, and back to her cell.

T3 wasn't a normal child. Most of the children's population was wiped out by the adults who feared them. Parents killed their own children because of their powers. T3 was one of the children that was sold to the company trying to stop the children with powers.

There was a organization that specialized in putting things back to normal. They ruled the world and any country left with a government were their allies. They helped them torture kids back into what was considered, "normality."

T3 was shoved into her "cell" and she curled up on the bed and waited for the dinner bell. Her cell wasn't really a cell, it's just what she has grown to call it. It was a smallish room with a bed and a desk for her school work. She had a bookshelf full of books, which is a luxury she has grown to appreciate.

The other kids who were in the organization weren't allowed to have anything but a mattress, desk for school work, and academic books. The staff gave her books they thought wouldn't strengthen her mind, but they were wrong. She studied those books until she passed out from exhaustion, and then she pushed herself to study them more.

T3 was looking through the books she was given, all of which were much older. Some had gold pages, and others were hard covered books.

After reading for what felt like hours, she heard the dull ring of the dinner bell and quickly put her books back in the order that she found them in. While the children are at dinner, nurses go through the rooms to make sure there is nothing harmful in the children's room.

T3 wasn't allowed to interact with the other children, she was told that she would harm them.

She was told she was dangerous.

She didn't feel dangerous, she felt normal. At least what she knew as normal.

The door was pulled open and her guards were standing there, smirking, while holding the chains that go around her wrists, waist, and ankles.

She sighs and stands and holds her wrists towards them and for the first time that day she spoke, "Let's get this over with."

Hey everyone!! I finally had time out of my busy schedule to write a chapter!

I am having such a fun time creating this story! Im taking my time and planning out all of my chapters and the storyline for the whole thing!

Enough about me, let's continue on with the story!

By the way, there is some cursing in this chapter! Be warned!

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After T3 was restrained properly she was lead to her secluded room that she ate food in.

She wasn't allowed around the other kids in the facility. She was "too dangerous."

T3 didn't feel dangerous, she hadn't ever used her power besides when she first demonstrated it. That was maybe 13 years ago, when T3 was 4-years-old.

Ever since that day, she was secluded from all of the other kids that were here.

T3 was trailing behind the security guard when she looked over and saw the cafeteria with all the other kids in it. It was the first time she ever really been in the more "public" area of the facility.

Now she was confused, this isn't the way to her room. "Um, where are we going?" She was stopped before they entered the big cafeteria and they started unlocking her restraints.

She was confused until she looked up and saw the head of the organization. A tall man with pure noir colored eyes.

His name was Harold Gregory. He created this organization after his only daughter was born with colored eyes and killed his wife, supposedly. He then became like a modern Hitler, torturing kids until they submitted to their experimentation.

They paid with their lives.

Harold smirked at her confusion, finding it funny. He approached her with his own team of doctors standing behind him, all worried about if T3 could handle being in the same room with the other kids.

"Ah, the lovely face of Test Subject #3. How are you doing today love? Feeling a little confused I bet." Harold laughed at the look of annoyance he received from her.

He motioned to the guards and they started to take the restraints off of her slowly so that she would see their every move.

When they were off she rubbed her wrists, wincing from the pain that went up her arms. Those restraints weighed a ton.

"The children have been warned about your power and to leave you alone for now", he spoke softly as if he cared that this information would hurt her.

He leaned down next to her ear and whispered his next words, "be warned. If you even as much as acknowledge one of these kids, I'll make your life the closest to actual hell. I promise you that, and you know I always keep my promises." He laughed at what seemed to be a joked and gestured towards the door.

When T3 didn't move, a guard pushed her through the door. When she turns back the door was closed and Harold was smirking at her.

T3 turned back around and walked quickly towards the line of kids that faced a hole in the wall. It took a good 20 minutes before T3 got to the hole and a tray was placed on the little ledge, she took it and walked back to a table she was eyeing, towards the back. She sat near the end of the table, away from the commotion.

She was picking at her food, never really that hungry. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings until a body sat in front of her. She quickly looked up and saw a smiling girl looking back at her.

Blonde hair and green eyes that were filled with hope were looking into her dull dark blue orbs.

"Hi! I'm Test Subject #13, but my group calls me T13! You must be new here; I say that because I've never seen your eye color before." The bubbly girl smiled at T3 in an inviting way, almost wishing T3 would talk with her.

T3 was hesitant. What if this was a trick by Harold? She didn't want to get herself, or T13 for that matter, in trouble. But her only comfort were books and nurses who acted happy in front of her. So she took the risk.

"I'm Test Subject #3, T3 for short. I've been here since I was 4, but because of my...rare case of eye color they kept me away from socializing with the other kids. This is the first time in years that they've let me around everyone." T3 took a moment to eye the kids in the room, confused on how many there were. "I never thought there would be this many kids. Harold always made it seem like there were only a handful."

T13 looked confused. "Who is Harold? Is that the bald doctor this heals the injured kids?"

T3 was also confused. Very confused.

"Harold is the man who owns and is running this place." T13 then had a look of understanding, "you mean Mr. Gregory. We aren't allowed to call him by his first name. I haven't really been here all that long, only 6 years, so I only kind of know the rules. My eye color didn't develop until I was 9, I'm 15 now." T13 smiles but T3 could tell she held in sadness.

T3 then shyly smiled at the girl, being that this was the first time she was smiling in years. "You know, I bet you have really great friends. I kinda wanna meet them, if you, and them, don't mind?" T3 was shocked with herself. She never had a friend before, so why did she want one all of a sudden?

T13 then happily squealed and jumped up with her tray. "Follow me!" T3 then stood up and picked up her tray, following T13 to another table located almost directly in the middle of the big room.

T13 then smiled at the group of misfits, the nickname they called themselves, and motioned to T3. "Hey guys! This is T3, she is new to the cafeteria and she wanted to meet you all!"

The first thing T3 noticed was all of the different colored eyes. There were twins, who she noted were identical but very different, with different shades of red eyes. There was another male with very striking light green eyes, that almost seemed yellow. Then there was a petite girl, when she turned to look at T3 she had pink eyes! Lastly T3 looked at the male sitting beside T13, he had pale blue eyes and a smile that made her go weak in the knees.

T13 then motioned to the twin on the left, "That is T14", she then mentioned to the other twin to the right, " and that is T15. They are red-eyes, but they won't hurt you unless you piss T14 off." She motioned to the light green-eyed male,

"That's T26. His eyes look weird because he is a yellow-eyes. His power is unique, he can manipulate and detect precious metals from whatever distance!"

T26 rolled his eyes at T13, "you act like my power is the best thing in the world. You are a green-eyes! You could literally make a tree grow out of nothing, but yet you won't because you like to the follow the rules." T3 looked at T13 who was pouting.

T13 pointed to the petite girl and mumbled, "that is T34. She is a pink-eyes. She can call water to wherever she is. She doesn't even have to be near a water source. She can just create one." T3 was interested by T34's power, she thought it was cool.

"Then the idiot sitting beside me is-", she was interrupted by the pale blue-eyed male, "I am T19. Im happy to be in your presence T3." T3 couldn't help but blush. T19 was very charming.

T13 elbowed him, to which he sat down with a pout and proceeded to complain about how hard she hurt him.

T15 leaned over to T3, "don't mind T19, he is a bit of a flirt. He is a pale blue-eyes. He has telekinesis as his power. He could destroy this room if you got him angry enough, but the cocky bastard would probably laugh at your attempts." The dark-haired male laughed until his twin brother shoved his shoulder to get his attention. "Mr. Gregory, 6 o'clock!"

Suddenly the entire room went dead silent and everyone stopped eating. T3 was quickly pulled down to sit next to T13 and she quickly started eating to make it seem like that was all she was doing.

She heard his shoes hit the hard concrete floor as he approached her. She mentally started panicking; what if he punished the group for interacting with her when they were told not to.

She flinched when he gripped her shoulder in an iron grip and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I see my favorite toy didn't listen to my. Specific. Instructions." His voice started out calm but the more he spoke the harsher he got, making T3 flinch with every word.

He knocked her tray off the table and ripped her out of the seat. Tugging her by her hair back to the main door.

It was instantly covered by Vines and roots, Harold stopped in his tracks and turned around with a death glare on his face.

He looked around the room to locate which green-eyes had blocked his way. His eyes honed in on T13's fading green hair and he growled lowly.

He pulled out his walkie-talkie and spoke quick instructions on how long T13 was going to be in the simulation.

The wall of nature was quickly cut down and T3 was then dragged all the way back to her cell.

She was thrown into the tiny room and she looked back at Harold with a terrified look.

"I knew you would fuck this up! I was being nice to you! You have been such a good girl these past few months, taking the simulations like a champ! Your ears haven't even bled that much! Im trying to cure you of your illness, and this is how you repay me? By ignoring my specific instructions on not interacting with the kids?!" He was fuming and spitting. He looked like a beast that had a bad case of rabies.

T3 screamed when he grabbed her desk and flipped it. He laughed sadistically, "yes! I love hearing that sound! That is why you're my favorite toy to torture. I hope you will love your simulation, because you are going to be in it everyday for the next 3 weeks!"

And with that final yell, Harold stormed out of her room and the guards locked her door.

T3 hiccuped and she picked up her desk from the floor and put it back how it was supposed to be. She cleaned up all the papers and writing utensils that fell from it's drawers.

She sighed when she laid in the bed. She really wished she could leave this place. But this prison was basically inescapable, nobody had ever tried to break out before. There were always rumors but they were quickly, "taken care of" before they were put into action.

T3 sniffled and wiped the silent tears that were rapidly falling onto her slightly puffed cheeks. She deserved this. She should learn that she should just stay by herself.

That is where she belongs after all.