A/N: I have just started reading this manga called Freezing and I cannot believe I missed that really intense series. Crazy scary if you ask me but truly get's your adrenaline running. So here you guys go, enjoy~! (sorry for starting another story before finishing others, I'll get to those quickly 0-0')

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except my own. Freezing belongs to the rightful owner.

Prologue

Slave Prison...

~Twang~

~Twang~

~Twang~

~Twa-AWK!~

BAM! BAM! BAM! CRRRRAAASSSHHH!

"Hey! Number 6312, keep it quiet why don't you? Some of us are trying to sleep!"

~Twang~

~Twang~

"Honestly can't someone shut her music up? It's not even a fully developed song, the strings are out of tune and her instrument is just an old guitar!"

" I heard that an instrument-like guitar was given to her by her parents, really valuable and its sound was really pure. Besides that crummy old thing isn't her real weapon, the slave owner gave it to her to play with while he hid the real thing in his room for safe keeping."

"Should have taken her with him so that we wouldn't have to hear her god-awful noise."

Deep within the prison, at the lowest chamber there was, the strumming continued with the occasional of breaking string and low cursing. Prisoner number 6312 sat against the wall, her knee propped up against her chest as she plucked the strings. She was no more than 12 years old. When she was only 5, her parents sold her to slavery in order to gain enough money to fend for themselves. They gave her an electric guitar to be exact and then she never saw them again. For the past 7 years, she worked as a slave for her masters and at nights she would strum the strings of her new toy. Her inmates would pick on her and call her weak because she cried a lot. The bullying went so far that she almost had a mental break down. Now no one picked on her and here is why, once when she was alone, a gang of older boys 16-18 picked on her roughly.

She was beaten and she didn't utter one sound which pissed one of the boys off. As a joke he pretended to smash the guitar against the wall, gleefully waiting to see her horrified face expression. What he got was a fist in his face and all hell broke loose. She didn't take it as a joke, she wanted to hurt him bad for laying a finger on her precious item. The other boys backed up when she was done beating the boy to a pulp, the only thing remaining intact was his bloody head, jaw slightly opened and his eyeballs rolled upward into their sockets. The survivors never bullied her again, according to some of them they saw black lightning shooting out of her body in rage, hissing through the air. The master refused to believe until he witnessed it for himself. This happened when a girl tried to be a bad-ass bitch and taunted the girl, saying that her mother was a whore and her dad was a bastard and that they got rid of her to save their own skins. This caused the girl to attack her tormentor and just like the boy before her, she was beaten to a bloody pulp as well. The master saw the black lightning and ordered for her to be locked up in a chamber at the lowest level of the prison.

Her real name is Eva, Eva Frye. She had the most intense burgundy-colored eyes no one has ever seen. With a slightly emo haircut, her black hair falls just at shoulder length. When she is not wearing prison clothing, she wears a plain white T, a plaid coat and rip jeans. She tops off her appearance with black converses and a gold necklace around her neck. She tends to keep to herself at a young age so of course when she grew older, she developed a sense of anti-socialism. Her hobbies are private, she never had any friends and her parents sold her to slavery.

All of her inmates stayed out of her way and always had a scared facial expression. Even new inmates who were fresh and didn't know better were immediately put into line when she's around. Some of the younger inmates took a liking to Eva but she didn't talk to them, always disappearing whenever they tried to approach her directly. Life in prison was boring shit, everyone dragged their feet and didn't talk much unless needed. Every night, Eva would look out of her cell door, her burgundy eyes lost their luster and now looked like dried up blood, her fingers lightly strumming the strings as her mind wondered aimlessly. She never knew the outside world nor did she care. All her life she knew eat, sleep, work, strum, eat, sleep, work, strum, eat, sleep, kick someone's ass if needed and strum. Her mind couldn't apprehend any changes and she absolutely hates changes in her routine. She wished that her life would stay as a slave forever and she loved her life. Never did she once think of living the prison doors for good and when that day comes, she'll be ready.

The next morning...

"Prisoner 6312, it is time to go." A gruff voice called from her cell door and a burgundy eye glared underneath the sheets.

"You are about to be sent to West Genetics to help Pandoras with their causes to fight against some out-of-this-world-bullshit now get dressed!"

"Shut your yap...it's like 8:00 in the morning...give me a break." Eva replied with annoyance as she sluggishly pulled herself out of bed and used her hand to fix her hair. She lightly brushed the dirty off her T-shirt, fixed her coat collar, polished her shoes and watched the jailer with a skeptical eye. She was escorted to the top level of the prison and when she stepped out, she shut her eyes against the harsh sunlight.

"There's your ride to the institution." The jailer spoke, indicating a horse-drawn carriage. "All your stuff is on there and the master wanted me to give you this." He held out a medium-sized leather suitcase. Eva accepted it gratefully, strapping it across her back.

"You be safe now, you hear?" The jailer said as she got ready to close the carriage door. "The master hopes that you would return someday but, he said that most likely will never happen so do yourself a favor and die quickly so that the master won't have to suffer from a little prickster like you." Eva looked back and spoke nonchalantly, "Tell the master he can suck it and die in a hole for the rest of his fuckin life. Oh and also tell him that he'll never get a woman with his smoking habits!" The jailer smiled as the carriage pulled away and Eva was starting a brand new chapter in her life.

A/N: How was that for a prologue? I hoped you enjoyed it! :D