I woke up to a massive headache. I was back in my cell. The only thing that was different was a small silver mirror laying on the floor by the door. I walked over and picked it up. I caught a glimpse of my reflection and gasped. My eyes were now pure white with no pupil. They shone in the dark, making the room illuminate around me. I dropped the mirror and it shattered onto the floor.

12 years later

Flashback to when he's 8 years old

They brought two new people to the lab today. One wore sunglasses and the other had blue and orange hair. Two guards locked them in a cell a little ways down from mine.

They banged on the cell doors and pleaded to be let out. Then they noticed me. I quickly pushed up my sunglasses so they couldn't see my eyes.

~~~

The next day, the boy with orange and blue hair was taken from his cell into the lab. I heard yelling and screaming. I felt sorry for him. No one should be here.

After a couple hours he came back but was in a guards arms. The guards walked pass me and went to the boys cell. He opened the door and literally threw him in. He skidded across the floor. With that the other boy woke up and saw his friend, laying motionless on the floor. He gasped and went over to him, trying to wake him up. He stirred to life and looked up at him. He sat up and hugged the other boy.

~~~

A couple days passed when they took the boy again to the lab. More screams could be heard and about an hour passed before he came back. He looked completely different. He looked like some sort of animal; like a fish.

The boy that was in his cell looked so shocked I swore he could've died. "Q-Quentin?" The boy stuttered.

~~~

A couple months passed before the other boy was taken into the lab. I found out his name was Ian, though he liked to call himself Ssundee.

They took him away and I expected to hear lots of screaming like everyone else but no. I heard a faint yelp and that was it. The only other thing I heard was laughter. Crazy, insane laughter.

When he came back, I saw his sunglasses on the tip of his nose. I saw his dark blue eyes go in opposite directions as he continued to giggle, smiling a large grin that was plastered onto his face.

Sky now at age 9

"No! You can't make me move! I have to be with Jerome!! I have to be with him or he'll get worse! Trust me!!" I heard the boy called Mitch yell as guards practically dragged him over to another cell, across from mine and over one. They slammed the door in his face and walked away. Mitch continued to yell in frustration, shaking the bars, which woke Ian and Quentin up.

Mitch stopped shaking the bars and went to the wall of his new cell. He starred at it for the longest time before punching the wall. When he pulled back his hand was now bleeding and there was a small crack in the wall. He fell to his knees and started to cry, whispering "Jerome" every now and then. During his tests he was given a little bit of super strength.

~~~

I saw them take in Jerome more often. Every time he came back, he would act more and more crazy. All the time that Mitch was away from Jerome, howling, barking and the occasional yell of "Mitch!" could be heard in the middle of the night.

~~~

They took Mitch into the lab again after a week or two. I heard screams; not from Mitch, but from the scientists. About thirty minutes later Mitch came back, knocked out and in a guards arms. He dropped Mitch in his cell and he awoke with a start once the door was locked again. I saw what looked like blaze rods dancing in the air around him. He was about to cry when I saw a tear roll down his face. He yelled in pain, and wiped the tear away. He buried his face in his hands and tucked in his knees, softly calling out for Jerome.

Couple months later( he's still 9 and is about to turn 10 in a month)

I'm in a different room and the scientists are telling me to kill an innocent. It's another person from the lab. I recognize the boy. He's wearing a blue shirt with a diamond in the middle. The diamond was half light blue and the other half was red.

I refused to kill him. They kept yelling at me to do it. "No! I will not kill this innocent kid!" I yelled at them, growing angry. My eyes had begun to turn yellow. Once they were fully yellow, I would go into a state the scientists called, 'kill mode'.

"Then I'll do it myself..." One of them said coming into the room. I went fully into kill mode, seeing the boy on the floor crying in the corner as the scientist came close to him holding a syringe, filled with green liquid. I threw a yellow ball of fire towards the scientist, blocking him from the kid. Over the years I had developed the power to shoot fire. It was cool, I'll admit, but the fact I can't really control it doesn't help at all.

Slowly the scientist burned to death and the kid ran in the corner, huddled in a ball. My eyes slowly went back to white as I walked over to the kid. He was crying. I put my hand on his shoulder and he jumped a bit. "P-please don't k-kill me..."he pleaded. "Don't worry. I'm on your side." I said. Just then scientists came in and grabbed ahold of my arms. I didn't fight. I let them drag me away, as I watched the boy being dragged into the opposite direction.

They dragged me down the hall to my cell, unlocking the doors and throwing me in. Sadly I didn't see the boy come back that night...or ever again.

Sky now at age 13

Today I saw two boys go into the lab. When they came back out, one had a gray tale with what appeared to be a narwhal horn, at the top of his head. The other boy was completely different. He was now a purple freaking dinosaur. He was still the same height as most kids my age but he was now an animal.

The next day they took him in again and he came back with a black eyepatch. He went in one last time and didn't come back after that.

The other boy went into the lab again. As they dragged him out of the cell, the red and yellow scarf he was wearing fell off. I heard a rumor that they were going to combine a sloth and a narwhal's DNA into the boy's blood. He never came back.

Sky now at age 15

They brought another guy in today. He looks so scared. They actually put him in the cell across from mine. He wore a blue space suit complete with an orange and blue helmet. The guards slammed the door, locking it and walked away.

"Let me out! Please! I want to go home! Please..." The boy pleaded. "There's no way out." I responded. Fear grew in the boys chocolate brown eyes, as he turned to look at me. "Wh-what? What do you mean there's no way out?!" He asked nervously. "It means no one has ever left...and no one will ever leave." Mitch cut it. "B-but there has to be away out. There just has to." He said softly. "I mean..there is away out but you won't like it." Mitch chuckled. "What do you mean?" He asked. "I mean the only way to escape this hell-hole is to die!" Mitch growled softly. The boy yelped, scared. "Well...great getting straight to the point Mitch." I said, rolling my eyes.

"So what's your name?" I asked the boy. "M-my name's Jason. What's yours?" Jason asked, taking off his helmet and setting it on his small bed. "My name is Sky. And that's Mitch of you didn't know." I asked adding in a soft smile. He meekly smiled back.

~~~

A couple weeks passed till Jason had his first test. He did not take it to easy. He kicked and screamed so much, a nurse had to drug him and knock him out. He was dragged to the lab and came back in about an hour. The only thing different about him was the large gash on his cheek that was bleeding. He was fully awake and a single tear rolled down his face. He was put into his cell and he sat there as the guard locked the door. He curled up in a ball and cried himself to sleep.

~~~

He was taken in again, but this time he didn't even fight back. About 3 hours later, he came back in a guards arms. He opened the cell door and literally threw him in making him his his head on the wall. He awoke with a start and held his head in pain. "Ow...well that was a weird and painful dream..." Jason said. "This is no dream my friend." Mitch said. Jason groaned and collapsed onto his bed. "Dang it..." He complained. "By the way. I've noticed some odd things going on. You guys are "special". Aren'tcha?" He asked. Mitch and I looked at each other. "Yes...there are some things...wrong...about us. They have experimented on me and now I have the abilities of a blaze. Sky...I'm not sure. He's never told me. Though it is odd you wear sunglasses inside a dark place like this. Why is that?" Mitch asked me, as Jason looked at me. "N-no reason. Just don't worry about it." I said turning away, hugging my knees.

~~~

It's been a couple days since Jason was called back to the labs again. He went and didn't return for a long time. I started to grow worried. I grew even more worried when I heard yelling from the door. I don't know how, but Mitch and I fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke up and saw Mitch still asleep. That's when I looked over at Jason. He was still asleep and slightly snoring. He had changed quite a bit.

Black ribs hugged his chest and head, running through his hair. He had a longish black, bony tail coming from behind him. His finger nails had turned into black claws. He then yawned and I saw sharp teeth coming from his mouth.

About an hour later he woke up and opened his eyes. They were glowing white with no pupils...like mine.

Sky now at age 18 (couple weeks ago)

I guard walked past my cell and I tried to grab his attention, "Hey..." He looked at me, "What?" He asked. "Could you do something for me and my friends here?" I ask and pointed to Jason and Mitch. "What is it?" He asked. He was actually a little bit nicer than the other guards here. "Could you please get us some new clothes? Mine are getting very small and I'm sure theirs are too." I said. "Um...I don't think they'll let me get you-" but I cut him off, "So you want me to just go in my boxers now? Is that what you want? Right?" I snicker. "N-no... I'll be right back."he says and hurries off. I laugh and Mitch wakes up, "Would you shut up? I'm trying to sleep." He complains. "Do you want some new clothes?" I asked, and he smiled and nodded. "Yeah. These old things are way too small for me." He says as he tugs at his shirt. "Your welcome." I say as I bow, pretending there's an audience.

The guard comes back with a handful of clothes. Through the bars he tosses me a white tank top and black jeans along with red shoes and brown belt with a "butter" buckle. I kept my gray jacket my dad gave me when I was younger. It was his and he gave it to me. It was way too big for me so it still fits. It's now the perfect size. When I was younger it looked like a dress; and it was still too big.

Mitch got a new white shirt along with some blue jeans and red shoes. He always wore a jacket that was black and red and checkered. Around his neck was a golden dog tag necklace. It had something engraved on it but I couldn't read it from this far away.

Jason received a white shirt with a blue jacket hoodie. He also got blue jeans and dark blue shoes. Around his neck was a necklace with a white star pendent.

We quickly got dressed and handed the guard the clothes we didn't want. He went away, carrying the clothes with him to the back room.

~~~

I opened my eyes as the memories flood into my head. I stare at the cell floor, and hug my knees. I start to cry.

That's when I hear a door open. It's not my cell door, and it's not any of the other cell doors. It's not the lab door either. Then it hits me. It's the entrance door. I'm filled with dread as I hear the door open and the hallways fill with yelling and screaming.