There is an island far off the grid that floats anonymously in the ocean, shrouded in secrecy. With a new moon hanging in the sky, the stars are plenty and the night is still. But all is not well for the island is home to facility; a place nestled in the middle of dense eerie forest that stretches for miles all over the island. This is a place where nightmares become reality to the unfortunate few of the world who have not yet found their place, and it would seem their place is here; doomed to be put under the knife and needle of military scientists and their quest for the control of supernatural powers. The discovery of truth behind the fairy tales from childhood was a closely guarded secret, and even closer guarded pursuit to contain and control them. The night moved on in silence but inside the facility, fate stirred.<br/><br/>Muffled voices and blurred vision took over James' senses. The anesthesia wore off and he was slowly coming too. His memories were just as blurry as his eye sight. All he could remember was the lab coats coming into his room to sedate him. The blinding lights gave him an immediate headache, something he never got used to. The voices started to clear up along with his vision.<br/>"Heart rate?"<br/>"Normal. It came down quite a bit almost immediately after the Wraith injection."<br/>"What about his new developments?"<br/>"Marvelous and disturbing don't even begin to describe it. Excess bone marrow leaked into his system, reaching as far as his elbows. The marrow seemed to form around his skin instead of around bone like it’s supposed to. And due to the radiation...the marrow has developed into almost an entirely different material all together. So far it's safe to assume that these 'claws' that formed can go through conventional material like clothing, plastic, and leather. Whether they can go through metals is inconclusive since we don't have enough data to support that theory. We do however; have reason to believe that material might be linked to his shadow manipulation abilities."<br/>"I see...run some more tests then have the guards take him back to the isolation cell." One of the scientists turned and left the lab. The automatic sliding door hissed, and then sealed shut.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">There they go talking about me like I’m not here. A bit rude if you ask me, though I guess I should be thankful. The more I know I’m capable of, the easier it will be to jump fence.</span>James thoughts and senses had come back in full force. He glanced around the familiar lab, taking in his surroundings. He was in one of their most brightly lit labs for fear of his shadow manipulation. There was a table to his right, cabinets to his left along with the double glass sliding doors. James’ body was strapped tightly against a vertically positioned gurney and the one remaining scientist sat across from him, like a psychiatrist bored and awaiting the end of his session so he could go on lunch. His glasses slouched down to the tip of his nose and clipboard rested loosely in his hand. After going over his notes he finally looked up at James. "Ah Mr. Larsen, I see the sedative finally wore off. Welcome back." James merely growled in response. “Talkative as ever…” the scientist’s speech dripped with boredom and sarcasm. James merely smirked, “No surprise that so much shit can pour out of such a large asshole, Weathers.” His voice was quiet but gritty and almost carried an ominous echo to it within the walls of the lab. Weathers simply pushed up his glasses and placed his clipboard down on the edge of the table next to James, a small but costly oversight as James could feel the small shadow cast by the corner of the clipboard.<br/><br/>The doors hissed open and two armed guards entered the lab and stood on either side of James. Weathers approached and unfastened James' head strap, then leaned in and whispered, "Talk all you want Mr. Larsen, but at the end of the day you’re still just a lab rat and by the time I'm done with you, you'll be nothing more than a mindless drone who won’t even be able to wipe himself without our say-so. We own you. We control you." James smiled and whispered back, "Control this..." and with a swift and powerful motion James rammed his forehead straight into Weathers' nose, sending him stumbling back towards the table with the clipboard. With a forced thought, the small and seemingly harmless shadow from the clipboard lurched out like a spike piercing Weathers' back just under his left kidney. The guards quickly pulled out their shock-rods and continuously beat James until he passed out. Weathers eventually made it to his feet, his heavy breathing made his wound hurt even more and he winced as he pointed towards the door.<br/><br/>"Take him to the isolation cell, quickly! And turn on all of the lights in there! There can be NO shadows! And get me a bloody medic!" Weathers' screams showcased his pain. This wasn't the first time James had injured a scientist or a guard and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.