She didn't know what they wanted…

She didn't know why she was here…

She didn't even know who she was.

But that's in the past

She's a legend in the making.

Ace.

She could feel the icy stares of men in white coats. Men with a look of smugness and accomplishment. Men that Ace hated. She couldn't move. She couldn't feel. Her whole body was numb; and Ace hated it. Her blue eyes drifted around the room. The white lights blinded her, and Ace could barely hear them. There were few words she could understand.

"… Ace… Lobotomy…"

Ace, of course, didn't even know her name. She had been a recent lobotomized inmate at Watergate Asylum for the Criminally Insane and Instable. Her eyes were blurry and unfocused, and Ace didn't know what to do.

She was scared.

She was scared of these men in white coats poking her and prodding her like a diseased animal.

Ace's wrists and ankles were unbound from the heavy chains that held her hostage, but she didn't know how to get up. You see, Ace's mind was in disrepair. She didn't know who she was. Where she was. Why she was. A voice filled the room. It was a commanding, manic voice. A voice Ace knew well. She didn't know what to do; not like she could do much of anything. She was as good as dead. Ace was a seven-year-old girl with powers. Powers that had been ripped away from her violently with a needle through her eye.

Ace's wispy white hair fell into her eyes, but Ace couldn't move. A man in a heavy black coat and red bloodstained slacks entered the room. He had scars on his face. Fresh scars that had been caused by something a little girl could get a hold of. A knife, a fork, even a shard of glass. His face still had blood on it, and Ace could see that she knew this man. She racked what was left of her brain for it, but she couldn't put a finger on it.

This man's name is Dr. Leonard Black, Ace's stepfather. The now harmless Ace Black caused the scars across his eye. This man had poisoned the late Mrs. Deirdre Black, and he'd shot Ace's sister to death in hopes of inheriting a large fortune of $4 million dollars from his now dead wife. But he'd been given nothing. Everything was left to Ace and her sister Trinity. Trinity, a four year old girl, was now dead too, and Ace's mind had been damaged beyond repair.

"You're sure you did it right?"
"Yes, Mr. Black. She's as harmless as a droned kitten. I'm… sorry about your eye."

Ace frowned. A permanent grimace was on her porcelain face from that night.

Ace was half dragged out the door, not willing to give a fight. Ace was led into a small black car and she heard a click of a seat belt. It was hers.

Ace Black is a seven-year-old lobotomy patient.

But that's only her seventh year.