Sorry!!!!!!

I am having a bit of an overload here, the first few chapters took off so well and I know that everyone wants to see more, but I have a lot of schoolwork to do, etc, etc. I am about halfway through the third chapter but please be patient & wait for it!!!!! Thanks!

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First off the bat, I must say that you all have been amazing in getting this blog started!!!

THANK YOU!!!!!

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The newest chapter will be up eventually, but I have yet to decide TBD Titus's real name. Right, now, we are tied at a 50-50 for Ailia and Leigha. So to give you a little something to think about, here are the official definitions/origins of each name.

Ailia: The name Ailia comes from Irish, meaning "light."

Leigha: Form of both Leia (a Hebrew name meaning weary, also happens to be the name of a character in Star Wars {sorry, I just had to put that in, I couldn't resist!}), and Leila, (a Hebrew name meaning night)

Ailia Titus vs. Leigha Titus. The choice is yours...

Which leaves me thinking.......should she have a middle name??? What should it be???

II: Stayed Awake All Night

The scientist had taken her along a dimly lit hallway to "quarters" of her own. She had not understood this at first, but as soon as she thought of the word and wondered what it meant, the words had flashed across her vision again.

quarters: housing accommodations, as a place of residence, lodging

The room was fairly empty. A bed with white sheets and a stainless steel frame stood against one wall, and a desk and chair made of the same material was placed across from it. A painting of a vase and flowers hung on the far wall, and the walls were painted an off white color.

"Welcome to your new home," the scientist had said with a smile. She stepped into the room, running her hands along the desk and the sheets of the bed. He had stayed in the doorway and watched her explore. She had finally turned to him. "I have two questions," she stated. "First, what is your name?"

He smiled again. She noted that he smiled often. "I am Dr. Willhelm. But you may refer to me as Dr. W."

"Alright," she nodded her head. Now for the hard one. She took a deep breath. "What is my name?"

Dr. W stood on the spot. He had not thought of this. He could not exactly tell the girl that her name was Subject 13 of the Titus project. "Your name," he said carefully, "Is whatever you would like it to be. Your last name is Titus," he added on a sudden whim.

To Be Determined Titus nodded again. "I will consider my choices and return them to you when we meet again," she said cordially. "Good night, Dr. W." He closed the door.

She sat down at the desk and opened the drawers. She selected a piece of lined paper and a fine, black fountain pen. She took an inventory first.

• 1 stainless steel chair

• 1 stainless steel desk, equipped with four packs of lined paper, one pack of black fountain pens, and two rolls of tape

• 1 stainless steel framed bed, equipped with one change of white linen sheets

• 1 hanging painting of a vase and flowers

• 1 light fixture

• 10 clothes-hangers

• 2 changes of clothes, which appear to be some sort of silvery-black body suits

• 1 penknife

• 1 unnamed girl (TBD Titus)

• numerous words in her head

• 1 mission (objective: save us all)

TBD Titus climbed into her bed. She was quite tired. But before she could allow herself sleep, she had an important task to complete.

What is my name? She said silently into the vastness of her brain.

whatever you want it to be

The words that came back were slightly fuzzier than the previous ones. They were blurred at the edges of her vision.

but what is my true name?

subject 13 of the titus project

that's not a name

you wanted answers

all i want is a name

oh, no, you'll want much more than that before this is over. believe me. i know all the answers. or, i should say, you know all the answers.

I: Holding Your Fate

Red. And white. That is all she could see. And black: that too.

red: the primary color at one extreme end of the visible spectrum, an effect of light with a wavelength between 610 and 780 nm.

black: lacking hue or brightness; absorbing light without reflecting any of the rays composing it

white: reflecting nearly all the rays of a light or similar sunlight

The words flash across her mind like a neon board in Times Square.

Times Square: Area of Manhattan formed by the intersection of Broadway and--

She opens her eyes. She is in a white, clean room, lying in a clean bed, her lower half covered by a white sheet. Some form of a hospital dress is covering her body. She turns her head. A needle is attached to her right arm, right above the elbow. This needle is attached to a tube, which led to a bag hanging on the wall, which was full of some clear liquid. Next to her bed is a small silver table on which shining instruments gleamed.

She sat up and put her head in her hands. The door to her left opened. Instinctively, she grabs a scalpel from her bedside table and clutches it tightly in her hands. A tall man wearing a lab coat enters the room. The girl looks at him, noting everything about him. He is dressed in white pants and shirt as well as his lab coat, which had two pens, one blue and one red, in the chest pocket. He is holding a brown clipboard. His brown hair is cropped close to his head, and his dark blue eyes looked vaguely sleepy. He gives a little start when he sees her holding the knife.

"Its okay. We aren't going to hurt you."

She looks at him with wide eyes, disbelieving. Her breathing quickens, and she graspes the knife tighter. "Where am I?" she asks. "Who am I? Who are you?"

"You're safe now." He answers with a smile.

She shakes her head.

"Look, I couldn't hurt you if I wanted to. Do you want to see something interesting about yourself?" He pulls a small knife out of his pocket. "Give me your hand."

"What do you want with it?" She is scared, her eyes darting around the room looking for an exit.

"It's a little test."

"If I fail?"

"You won't. Now, the hand."

She extends it, her pulse quickening. It had served her well these past few minutes. She didn't want it taken away from her.

He presses the knife to her hand, drawing it across her palm. It leaves a sliver of blood about two inches long.

"Look."

She bends over. The cut gleams on her hand. She feels nothing.

"Can you feel anything?"

"No."

"Good. Now watch." He uncaps the blue pen and scribbles something on his clipboard.

She looks down at her wounded hand. The skin closes itself, leaving no mark behind.

"What the- What the heck?"

He traces his finger along where the cut had been. "Excellent." he mutters. She snatches her hand away. "Tell me who I am and how I can do that. Now." Her voice is strong and commanding.

He looks up. "Fine." He runs a hand through his hair. "Let's start with how you can do that. You are special. And different. In you are...let's say...qualities that enable you to heal yourself."

"And who am I?"

"You were made for a purpose. You are the thirteenth subject in the Titus project. In short, you are the beginning of a new age. You are the only one who can save us all."

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Prolouge

Footsteps echoed on the white tiles as the two men walked briskly down the corridor. The taller of the two was holding a flat screen in his hand and flicking away on it. The smaller man, stockier than his companion, was dressed in a dark gray suit that obviously belonged to someone taller and more in shape.

The taller man suddenly looked up from his tablet, as though waking up from a dream, and addressed the other. "It's not far from here."

"It had better not be," the short man said in a voice that sounded like gravel. The tablet man nodded, and they came to a stop before a door marked 'Titus Project'. The man pulled a key from the inside of his lab coat. He inserted it into the door, turned it, and paused. "Mr. Andrews, you are aware that what I am about to show you is highly confidential, top level clearance, in fact." Mr. Andrews gave the scientist a cold look and pushed open the door.

The room was large, but dark and dimly lit. There were several monitors crowded into corners, slowly beeping, but the main focus of the room was on the center of it. A huge, cylindrical shape was covered by a white sheet. The scientist walked up to it, put his hand on the sheet, and paused. "We have been working on the Titus Project for over thirteen years. The original number was fifteen, but the rest all failed. Only this one survived." He pulled at the sheet. It fell to the floor, revealing a tank full of what appeared to be water. Mr. Andrews gasped.

Inside the tank was a girl, clothed only in a lightly colored shift. Her head was back, and her long dark brown hair floated out behind her. Her arms were out to her sides, and her eyes were closed. The scientist smiled.

"Mr. Andrews, meet Subject 13."