Callahan had always been someone who got what they wanted, for the most part. In a lot of ways the young boy just took it for granted since he didn't know any other way. Usually when he wanted something he just told someone and he got it. He had no concept of money or position. He knew that mama and papa were both important people because other people always listened to them too. They were the only ones who had ever told him he couldn't have something and he'd learned quickly to listen to them. Anyone else though, he did whatever he wanted. He'd never even had a reason to think this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Eventually his father had to tell him to listen to his nannies, to ask when he wanted something, and he had done as he was told. That did little to change his situation though, as even when he asked no one had ever told him no yet. Fortunately for everyone involved he was a good natured child despite the fact he never smiled, so he had never requested anything too outrageous and as such never really drew too much attention to the fact. That seemed to change with the last person papa had sent to watch over him.<br/><br/><br/>He never knew his name. He was a gruff elderly man who said little. For the most part he had left Callahan alone. Children get bored easily though, and Callahan was no different, so he started asking for things and as usual he got it. Not long after that the man had left and papa had personally started to watch over him. At fist Callahan was happy. He rarely got a chance to spend time with papa. That quickly changed to frustration when it became obvious that his father was so busy he could afford to give his son little attention despite him being there. It only took a few hours before he found himself walking through the building to the head security officer's office.<br/><br/><br/>Callahan had given the man almost no attention at all, not once he met his daughter, Lynde. They were around the same age, and he'd never met anyone his own age before. He'd felt oddly nervous. A strange feeling for him. He hadn't known what to do. But then she came bouncing over to him and in an instant had shown him something wonderful. He had no clue what it was she had done, but his young mind felt more alive now than it ever had before once she had touched his nose and zapped him. It was like being in a darkened room and throwing open the curtains to let the bright morning sunshine in. Everything was just... brighter, clearer. It was like an awakening. Even the people around him looked more vibrant, almost like there was this halo of light around their heads. It had been papa's light he had noticed first. He hadn't even realized he had been smiling until he saw that light, and it had only made him smile even more once he did. He'd looked at Lynde again after that when he went to ask her to do it again, and her light was so very bright and pure.<br/><br/><br/>When they had entered the cafeteria he had run around almost instantly to look at whomever was there and they all had slightly different looks to them. He had finally found himself at the service counter he had asked the lady there for ice cream, and he almost missed the fact that her light had slight shifted once he had asked. It wouldn't be till much later that the young boy would begin to realize the significance of that shift in light. He was far too intent on his prize, a large bowl of chocolate ice cream. He immediately thought of Lynde, wanting to share it with his new friend, and he had been truly happy by her enthusiasm and excitement. That all ended when her father showed up and lifted the bowl of ice cream out of his small hands.<br/><br/><br/>Callahan blinked and looked down at his now empty hands. It took a moment to register that it was gone, just gone. He looked up at Lynde and he saw as she quickly became more and more upset. His eyes traveled to where she was looking and he saw her father just as he dumped the bowl into the trash. That was mine, the young boy thought to himself. No one had ever just taken anything from him before, not even mama or papa. Glancing up he looked at the man for the first time, really looked at him. The first thing that struck him was how muted his light was. He could barely see it. The second thing he noticed was that his full attention was focused on Lynde. That was another first for him. He'd never been ignored before. He could feel one of the few frowns he'd ever planted on his face up until this point start to form on his brow.<br/><br/><br/>"That was mine!" he said suddenly, his frustration bubbling over as things started to click into place in his head. He felt an odd pressure behind his eyes as he stared at Lynde's father, and his vision swam a bit. Blinking his eyes he shook his head and looked away, unsure of what was happening. The feeling had been unlike anything he'd ever felt. It was like his mind had 'pushed' outwards towards the adult who stood close by. What had been the most confusing was how it felt like running into a wall almost immediately after.<br/><br/><br/>Lifting his head he had intended to look at her father again but his eyes were instead drawn to his new friend. She was crying freely now, tears running down her cheeks. He immediately had the oddest feeling that he couldn't ever articulate at that moment so he brushed it aside. This was easy enough to do because that wasn't the only thing he was feeling, not with how sparks were starting to run across her skin and arc outwards in places. "Oooohhh!! Pretttty!" he said as he lifted his small hand and touched her arm.<br/><br/><br/>He immediately felt the zap again, but by now it was a familiar feeling and he laughed. "Pretty sparks!" he'd learned that word not long ago when one of his nannies had introduced him to sparklers. Callahan felt no pain at all when the charge went up his hand and set his hair to standing on end all over again. He could even feel his hair as it shot up and out, his scalp tingling. "Don't cry!" he told her, his unusual smile once again stamped across his face. Leaning his head forward he shook his head in front of her face to tickle her runny nose with his puffball of hair. He really didn't want her to cry, not when he was suddenly feeling so good again after another jolt. He hadn't forgotten about the ice cream, but he could always get more again easily enough.