Damien Jermaine Kidd was going back to high school, senior year.  He was ecstatic, football star running back.  Still dateless, but that was what his mother liked.  ‘No stray babies coming out of nowhere.’  He could hear her say.  She was looking for his future, he was looking for right now.<br/>He was 5’9” 210 rather muscular, dark skin with light brown eyes.  The beauty of it is he had been built that way, for about three years now.    His mother did let him get a gold earring in his left ear, only one.  ‘I don’t want you lookin like no girl.’  Her voice rang out.<br/><br/>When the coach of his present team saw him a year ago, he practically begged Damien to be on his team.  Then he was not wanting to, he was reluctant for a number of reasons.  He was pissed at his father for breaking up the family.  Then it was his change in physical structure, apparently, he was a mutant and his powers had developed about four months ago.<br/><br/>He was still working out the particulars, but right now he could run fast, he was much stronger, he was agile.  He could hide in shadows better than anyone he knew anyway, it was almost like he created the shadows.  He could see in darkness as if it were regular daylight, that included pitch blackness too.  He once threw a lightning bolt, but it took a lot out of him and once when he was hurt he accidentally found he could absorb electricity sitting next to an outlet, which healed him.  Strangely enough, that was the one thing that really brought a smile to his face.  As if being able to run like lightning wasn’t cool enough.  Yet here he was about to embark upon the last leg of his life.  The journey to freedom was right through these doors.  “This is the beginning.”  He told himself as he walked through the doors of the high school.