They had opened the door early in the morning, while Richard was still asleep. They unstrapped him from his chair and dragged him out the door, their grips strong and forceful. Together he and they walked through darkened corridors until a bright light shone through an empty doorway. He was tossed through the light, hitting the ground with a thud. He gathered himself and observed his surroundings.<br/><br/>It was a wide open room, with men above cheering and yelling. It reminded Richard of an arena, or the baseball stadiums he would visit with his father. This thought brought him pain, as he knew he would probably never see him again. A loud grinding caught his attention and snapped him out of his thoughts. He gazed across the large open field.<br/><br/>On the other side, another man was being herded into the stadium. The man was huge, his muscular structure far too large in proportion to his body. The man slowly walked forward, a heavy thud accompanying each step. He eventually made his way to the center of the field with Richard. The two said nothing, simply staring at eachother.<br/><br/>"Begin," a voice over an intercom said.<br/><br/>Before Richard could react, the giant man was already charging. Richard stepped to the side just in time to avoid a giant fist. Richard reached for the fist, but it was jerked away and quickly replaced with another, moving quickly towards his face. Richard dodged inwards towards the giant, moving within arms length. He reached out and pressed his hands against the giant's temples.<br/><br/>Richard synced with him and instantly felt strong emotion. Though the man was large, his mind was filled with agony, sorrow, and fear. He was no monster, just an innocent man forced into this fight. Richard felt sorry for him, and also felt sympathy, for his situation was not too different.<br/><br/>"Now," the man on the intercom said, "kill him."<br/><br/>More emotion shot through Richard's mind from the giant man's. "I don't want to kill you," Richard said.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You will kill him,"</span>the voice said<span style="font-style: italic">"I command it!"</span>When Richard didn't respond, the voice began to scream, but the screams were blocked out. Richard couldn't hear his voice, because only one thought coursed through his mind.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I want to die.</span><br/><br/>Richard couldn't tell anymore whether it was his thought or the other man's. Before the voice in his head could take control, he acted. He sent one last signal through the man's mind, and let go.<br/><br/>He watched as the man began to frantically look around. He began to scream in fear and pain. He couldn't understand what was happening, and never would. He flailed wildly where he stood before all at once, he froze. His eyes dilated, and all movement stopped. All function of his brain had ceased, his mind destroyed by the demented trauma. He collapsed to the ground dead.<br/><br/>All was silent. No one understood what had happened. The guards walked into the arena and dragged Richard back to his room.<br/><br/>As they walked through the darkened corridors, Richard thought about the fight. Until now, he never knew he could do the things he just did. He then realised: the voice did know. The mutation gave him these powers, and the voice knew about them. It taught them to him during the fight, but had not used them.<br/><br/>Richard used them of his own will. He killed a man without someone telling him too.<br/><br/>Richard felt horrible, ashamed, and afraid.