<span style="font-style: italic">Darkness.... that was all... there was no sound, no feeling. A child in a dark room, a mere infant, four years old and terrified of the dark. The child was silent, he couldn't cry, he saw things in the dark, it was't good. He saw the horrors of life in his minds eye. His heart sank lower, a hiss was heard. The child turned right and left but couldn't see anything in the pitch black. He could smell something.... it was terrible and the child held his breath. He could feel something like smoke surround him. He shut his eyes tight as it began to sting his skin. Coughing barely able to breath the child fell to the hard floor. He was sure he was going to die.The gas burned his skin, the kid shielded as much of himself that he could but it was too late. Then an intense heat shot through the room. The child screamed in pain, the left part of his face was uncovered and he could feel it burn, his right hand which covered the other part of his face began to hurt and he felt something come out and pierce his skin. The child passed out, the lights came on, men in lab coats walked in to see if the child was still alive. He was. They talked and then took him to his room.</span><br/><br/>Evan sat straight up in his bed sweet beading down his face. He hated sleep... it was never restful and he saw things he should never see. His dreams were always troubled, he had never known anything else. He had lived here all his life. He was a reject, a freak. The tests that had been performed on him had been banned, they had been failures and everyone except Evan had died due to the test. For some reason had survived, he didn't know why he wished he had died. It was hell here and there was nothing here for him. But he could never escape, even if he did get away from this hell hole he would never be able to hide. He was too noticeable, a freak. Evan looked into his mirror a single tear fell down his right cheek. HIs left face was horribly scared and disfigured. It looked like something out of a ghost story. He looked away he couldn't bear to look at himself. His right hand had three claws protruding from between his knuckles. Shaking his head he picked up his half mask and put it on. At least with it on he could walk around. Not many tests were performed on him now a days. The scientists at this point were curious to see how long Evan could survive. They had figured out he was fast, had power over fire and could make people see things. What they didn't know was that he could also feel others pain if he touched them. It was weird. They kept talking about him and something special they had planned. Evan wasn't sure what but it couldn't be good. Opening his door Evan walked around the halls. He didn't know anyone at the moment, those he had known were dead. Making his way to the balcony Evan heard voices, two girls were out there... one was a red head whom Evan thought he had seen a few times... Taylor he thought was her name. Then there was another girl, blond and very stunning. Evan started to back away when he saw them, he didn't want to intrude, his foot slipped though on a wet spot on the floor. He fell to the ground and he felt his mask start to slip off. He quickly threw up a hand to study his mask but the rest of him fell hard on the ground. He was dazed for a moment, he moved his right hand and heard his claws scrape across the floor. Sitting up some he saw the two girls spin around and stare at him.<br/><br/>"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you... I um... slipped." Evan felt stupid sitting there like that. He wasn't good around people, they often asked too many questions and tried to see his face.... once they saw him they would never talk to him again.