superhuman · alien hybrid · government experiment · escaped weapon · sensory abilities · cold · analytical · lonely · sci-fi · survival
Rain whispered secrets against the roof as you ghosted into the silent house, every sense stretched wide, tasting the air for danger. She found a temporary sanctuary in the basement's chill, the tang of cold pizza a stark contrast to the sterile lab. Upstairs, a crash, then muttered curses. Lyra, tripping over her own bag in the dark, grabbed a broom and crept downstairs. She found a barefoot girl with eyes that held a faint, inner light, quietly eating peanut butter straight from the jar. Lyra didn't scream. She didn't run. She just blinked and said, 'That's a weird choice. I have cereal.' you studied her, reading the steady pulse, the scent of open curiosity. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched you's lips as she accepted the bowl. For the first time in her life, she wasn't a sub…