Strata stared with slight confusion as he found himself in some empty space. He noticed Vince and a floating ball of light in front of him a few feet away. He heard Vince conversing with the ball and Vince saying the ball of light didn't want something as useless as him. He snorted to himself thinking.<span style="font-style: italic"> He calls me useless but what has he done besides pass a message? </span>He suddenly found himself back in the real world with people working over him. He jumped up so quick he knocked those working on him away. He jumped so high though he hit his head on a thick, low hanging tree branch. The hit to the head jogged several memories for him.<br/><br/>Flashback<br/><br/>It was a stormy night in New York City and the storm only appeared to be getting worse. Storm sirens were going off everywhere as bits of the city could be seen to be slowly destroyed in the distance. A bolt of lightning hits the ground and standing in the street where the lightning had struck was a small boy maybe 5 or 6 years old. He is a miniature version of Strata except his face is more cherubic and his hair is a soft brown color. He looks around seeing the storm and giggles. He is holding a fluffy teddy bear which is steadily getting more drenched. The younger Strata walks down the street the teddy bear hugged to his chest. The storm continued to get worse in the areas that he walked. Sirens could be heard in the distance but these weren't storm sirens. No these were STF military police sirens as they came towards the source of the disturbance. The vehicles surrounded little Strata and men got out further surrounding him. Strata looked around and his lip started to tremble, "Get on the ground, boy!" An STF commander shouted from behind the line of soldiers. Strata looked around and when he found the source of the voice a lightning bolt struck down frying the man. The soldiers all aimed their weapons at Strata. Another commander shouted out. "Set weapons to capture, gentlemen." One soldier however had gotten frightened and fired at him. The bullet grazed Strata's cheek but blew the head off the teddy bear. He looked at his teddy bear when he saw stuffing flying everywhere. Strata's eyes teared up and the teddy bear hit the ground. Completely oblivious to the fact that he was bleeding from the grazed bullet wound on his cheek, Strata began to scream. As he screamed at the top of his lungs the wind picked up to a gale, lightning struck several times persecond and it began to hail. The men began dropping like flies as they were hit upside the head with heavy balls of ice, thrown hard against the surrounding buildings by the incredibly powerful wind, and struck by lightning. One soldier managed to get a shot off and Strata let out a yelp as he slumped forward a tranquilizer dart sticking from the butt of his little shorts. The storm dissipated instantly and the STF commander walked over and threw Strata over his shoulder. The memory became a montage of memories from the 14 years that followed. Strata was still 5 or 6 but he is in a cage at some facility. He is a year old, strapped naked to a metal table as people in masks and scrubs stick needles in him. He is around 10 and he is being beaten by an STF soldier for supposedly giving him a bad look. He is 12 and he is again on a table naked only this time they are inserting things into his body in multiple spots. He is 14 and he is being sexually abused by multiple STF soldiers who were drunk and horny. He is 16 and is fighting with several STF soldiers who are again attempting to sexually abuse him. He is 18 and is planning his escape from the horrid facility.<br/><br/>Flashbacks End<br/><br/>He rubbed his head and looked around seeing he was in the forest with his comrades. "Yes... I will avange myself upon you STF..." He whispers softly to himself a look of murderous rage upon his face.