A soft groan escaped the lips of the boy on the bench as he woke up from his rather uncomfortable sleep. He held his forehead as he sat up on his "bed." At least, it was the closest thing to a bed he was allowed to have here. Here at this...facility, one might call it. Although, the boy might call it a prison, since he was indeed a prisoner here. Forced to sleep in this hell-hole, having tests performed on him, being locked up and shackled. All because he was unique, and they weren't. He was happy that they weren't like him:all the crap he went through, and they were only human. He didn't want to imagine what they would do if they knew how to use the power he did.<br/><br/>Sean Wheeler. That was this boy's name. That was what he was called, the name that he had been born with. The name his friends and family knew. The name that he had been forced to abandoned to survive. One stressful day at school, one very annoying asshole, one "accident" with all the electrical appliances, and soon they had come for him. Sean didn't know why they came, or who they were back then, but now he knew exactly. The Bureau, who wanted to tap into this power that Sean possessed for their own gain. They were chasing Sean since he was in middle school. He had changed towns, and names, for so long, that he had almost forgotten what his real name was. He knew who he was now, and he would never forget it.<br/><br/>He wouldn't forget who he was, because he wasn't afraid anymore. He had been so scared running away, but that had changed a long time ago. Now, he was angry, because the Templar's hadn't just ruined his life, he had destroyed others as well. Sean could never forgive them for taking the lives of the people who cared for him, even after finding out what he was. To murder people as easy as that, with no remorse, that was the worst. They would pay, and Sean was going to have the satisfaction of handing them the bill.<br/><br/>Sean ran his hand through his dark brown hair, and scratched the back of his neck. As he moved his hand, he felt the weight of his chains, and groaned. These chains would be the death of him, literally. They were specifically designed by the Templars so that any attempt made by the boy to use his powers would result in his powers being used against him. Sure he said they would pay, but at the moment, he wasn't in any condition to do anything. He stood up, walking to the mirror on the wall. He examined himself, taking note of the bruise on his face from when a guard had knocked him out. He chuckled softly, that was before the new chains. They hadn't known back then, and Sean made it his business to electrocute a few guards while he had been here, as well as short out a few things. After getting knocked out, he had discovered the new shackles.<br/><br/>He looked at his bloodshot hazel eyes. He used to be pretty good looking, but his time here had made him a bit pale, he really needed some more sun. He held up his arms, scoffing at the white jumpsuit he wore. He rolled up the sleeves to reveal his black lightning tattoos on his arms, curling up to his torso.<br/><br/>He looked at his chains once again, and noticed the little box at the center, with a flashing blue light. He thought for a moment, and conjured a slight jolt of energy in his hand. He saw the spark leave his hand, travel to the box, and come back, giving him a shock. It hurt a bit, but it confirmed what Sean had thought. The Bureau scientists had to be a bunch of idiots, or just lazy. Instead of putting the reflector at his hands, they had it in the middle, with the jolt traveling to it. And the chain connecting it was pure metal, meaning that the energy was not contained.  Sean shook his head, they were idiots. Sean was not. He grinned evily as he sat at his bench. Maybe he could do something after all.<br/><br/>The scheduled knock on the door resounded in his room, and the gruff voice of a guard, "Alright kid, it's time for the tests. If you cooperate with us, I won't have to hurt you. Now let's go!"<br/><br/>Sean laid in the bench, pretending to sleep, as the door opened. The guard cursed under his breath, and grabbed the boy by the collar of the suit. "Don't make this harder than it has to be you lazy punk. Move your ass and get to the lab so we-"<br/><br/>The man was interupted as Sean swung the chains behind his neck and sent a vast amount of energy through the chain that touched the flesh. Sean watched as the guard convulged in pain, only stopping when he was sure that the conciousness had left him. The body crumpled to the floor, smoking from the energy. Searching the body, all he found was a keycard. Sean figured it might come in handy, so he stashed it inside his jumpsuit. As he exited the door that had been left ajar, he figured he had to do three things:Find his stuff, find the key to the cuffs, and find a way out of this sick facility. Sean ran down the hall, searching for any clues to what he needed. Once he had what he needed, he could do what he wanted.