"Is he ready?" A man with a very deep voice asked the scientist next to him.
"Not yet sir. His vitals skyrocket when he does large amounts at a time. His body can't physically handle them under normal circumstances." She replied.
"What other circumstances is he level during his usage?"
"Adrenaline, sir. It's raises his genetic durability and heightens his endurance. We're working on having him in a state where his body is set with the same schematics that his adrenaline gives him." She said as she typed a few more numbers into the super computer in front of her.

The man sighed as he looks at the subject. His name was Rago Catastros. He's the subject of the Diablo Nemesis project. A project where a mutant can replicate other abilities by looking at them.

"Sir. I think that all this research has had an affect on him. He's developed heterochromia." She informed as she point the bottom of her pen at the boy on the lab bed.

(Rago)

The man looked at the boy with a blank expression before turning up a dial to 100%.

"Sir! That amount of adrenaline could kill him!" She frantically tried to turn it off. The man simply back handed her, causing to her pass out on the floor.

The boy spaced out on the bed, sweat forming all over his body as a black aura formed around him, resembling a raging fire.

Suddenly, the boy stood up.
"D-dad?" The boy spoke to the man with confusion all over his body.
"Get out of there and follow me." The man said in monotone voice as he unlocked the small chamber door.

The boy followed his father into a room full of caged subjects that were using their powers to keep themselves occupied.

They stopped in front of a girl who was talking to a clone of herself.

"Imitate her powers." The man pointed to her, both the clone and the real girl looked at them.

The boy looked at her and a second version of himself formed itself from thin air.

The man smirked.
"The boss will be pleased."
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"Sir. The Diablo Nemesis project is a success. Now, we can collect the test subjects." The man stood in front of the mahogany desk with a tablet in hand.

"Perfect, and I know the perfect place to collect some." A deep voice said, a chuckle with such bass that it would make anyone (specifically me), that were attracted to males, quiver in certain angst.

"Where, sir?" The man asked.
"Charles Xzavier's School for Gifted Children." The voice spoke back.
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A helicopter hovered over the school, dropping a few dozen special ops on the property.
"Be careful. They are all dangerous." The commander of the squadron informed.

They used a nanolock pick to open the door silently before walking into the mansion.

They searched every room, stopping in Ken's and the others's room.

"Grab the children. They seem interesting." The commander whispered.
"What makes you say that?" One of the beginners asked.
"That one has black fingers and the girl has gills." The commander responded.

The ops quickly put cyber cloaks on the kids and carried them out and into a compartment of the helicopter that kept them asleep until they arrived into their containment.
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Ken woke up in a uncomfortable position. He was on top of a pile of his friends.

He quickly stood up and looked around.
"Where are we?"
"In Texas. Arlington to be exact." Casper said from the far side of the room, his eye fully active.

Ken sped in front of him, making the boy jump.
"Stop doing that!" Casper gasped.

"How do we get out of here?" Ken looked around.
"We need to destroy those bars. But the only person with destructive power is still knocked out." Casper said, pointing to Max.

Ken still tried, super speeding to every bar and tugging with all his might. But to no avail.

"I guess we have to wait for Max to wake up." Casper sighed, relaxing his eye.

Ken leaned against the wall and slide down it, sighing as he waited.