Holding Cell 108

When Nikko was just three, doctors discovered a most unusual blood clot behind her eyes. It appeared to be infected with pneumonic plague and yet on recieving the results of further analysis, they saw that this particular strain had mutated. She was the only known carrier of this awful bacterium, and a few further samples were taken to give to mice. As a result, each test subject died within days if not hours of coming into contact with it. Both her parents were savagely executed in the lab without notification, their data erased from the public system. This, of course, was a safety precaution. As a further safety precaution, Nikko was quarantined in the lab's most sterile unit - holding cell number one zero eight.
Now, Nikko was not without company. Dr Monocle raised her with kindess even if lacking any love for her, too deep was his fear of what lay within this child. She also met many unnamed laboratory technicians and chemists who all blurred into thick suits and air tanks and masks. She never much cared for them. The tests were more intrusive than I care to mention. The biggest torture to Nikko was not the lovelessness, nor the absence of human contact. She knew what skin felt like- she had her own. I digress. The most arduous and torturous thing was the window. Large enough to stare out across the whole cityscape, vacuum sealed clarity. The sun, the stars and butterflies were of most importance due to the dazzling array of colours and sparkles. She could never quite figure out why the moon looked on her so coldly.
When Nikko turned thirteen, so did Gekko. It happened slowly... and then suddenly, you see. One day whilst staring out the window, particular anguish in her eyes as she was being needled and electro-treated (quite routinely), Nikko's mind stirred. She dizzied. What the labcoats saw next was the last thing they ever did and it was remarkable to behold, for never will you be so shocked as to see the pale girl with white hair and blue milky eyes like she was. Her eyes had turned a curdling crimson. Blood spawned at her lips, blossoming on the faces of the technicians as they fell in one gross pile, retching and gurning the last of theirs away. I tell it so quick because it was. Forget hours, this was over in a minute. After that, Nikko woke up in an incubation tank with myriad wires sucking and feeding, sharp as hell. Doc Monacle's voice was outside, talking a jumble of sounds to a woman. Her sound jumble was more like sterile honey. This was Nurse Eorith.
But now, there's some back story. Nurse Eorith was new then, only a few months in and no one knew quite where she came from. She was exceptionally good at everything that was asked of her, and Monacle could hardly turn down such a valuable asset. Especially with deaths around the building, most suspicious unless you can get a smart woman involved in the sciencifying. The public understand more when they don't know what you're saying. Very smart woman.
Nikko was more than smart. Nikko was intelligent, genius perhaps. Soon enough she learned she could control the flow of blood, redden her eyes as she pleased. And Monacle discovered that this in turn was killing her quicker than you can say 'ham'. But when Nikko spurred on the bacteria, forced the blood further, that's when the magic happened. That's when she became Gekko. And that is where the real story starts- in the Dreamscapes.