The girl laid on a hospital bed with her eyes wide open. She was emotionless and barely breathing. They clothed her and ran some tests. They did x-rays and found many apparatuses inside of her body that needed to be removed. The doctors weren't even sure how she was alive. However, she didn't feel any pain from the things inside of her. They prepared for emergency surgery.

They put her under, and then she slept peacefully.

As she slept, her mind began to rummage through many things. They were all so disconnected from each other. So much random and unnecessary information, she thought. She knew of many names, but not her own. Then, a voice came to her that pushed everything else away. She couldn't quite see it, but it looked like a silhouette of a teenage girl.

The girl said only one word, "Annie."

And she repeated those words, "Annie."

While she was under, the doctors prepared to open her up. But as soon as the first scalpel cut into her, she felt an intense and burning sensation.

Then, without any warning, large, black, viscous tentacles shout out of the girl's left arm. It ripped through the cuts and stitches.

The doctors screamed, but there was nobody to help them. Each tentacle moved like it had a mind of it's own, but with a focus. To protect the girl.

They strangled and threw the surgeons and nurses around. They screamed and they screamed, but the tentacles didn't hear nor did the girl. They ripped and tore without any mercy.

When one doctor tried to stab the tentacle with a scalpel, others came towards him and drowned him in his own saliva.

When it was done and no surgeons were left alive, the tendrils retracted back inside of the girl's arm.

There was a brief silence. Only the creaking and flickering of the lights could be heard. The smell of the sanitized room overcame the scent of death for a while. Then, the girl awoke slowly.

She had a headache and looked around the room. She didn't feel afraid or worried from the dead bodies. Instead, she felt confusion as her head kept spinning. She walked around the dead and towards the exit.

The cut on her arm stung, but quickly regenerated itself. However, the sensation was unpleasant. She didn't want to feel that, again.

She tried to leave the hospital, but then guards appeared. They were unaware of what had transpired, but they were suspicious of the girl wandering around late at night. As they called out to her to stop, the girl suddenly became frightened. She raised her arms up instinctively to surrender, but as she did so, tendrils came out of her left arm. They grabbed the guards and threw them around. One of them tried to fire, but missed. The noise of it rang in her ears. And the noise attracted more guards to come. The girl had no idea what was happening. But she felt like she had to get away. She saw a window and jumped out of it without any fear. Glass shards pierced into her skin. The pain of it was unbearable. But she was so up high. Yet, she didn't fear these heights. She felt like she was used to flying high.

Then, before she landed, the tendrils surrounded her in a ball. She bounced as she hit the ground. The tendrils went back into her arm and she landed safely. The glass shards were pushed out of her body by themselves and the wounds healed.

It was dark, but there were plenty of street lights.

She ran away fearing them, however, she didn't know why. She hid in one of the dark alleyways. Police cars went towards the hospital, but she was long gone.