I slowly blink my vision into focus and open my eyes ever so slowly. The lights are fixated on me, and the room is small. Perhaps that has something to do with the number of long white coats I can see lining the walls, clipboards in hands. I could easily collapse back down on to the bed I’m laid across. My eyes are still trying to adjust to the light and seeking for an inch of colour to coat the walls. None.
As I attempt to move, the wires connected to the monitor keep me in place. That and the chains I did not notice which are wrapped around my ankles. My expression changes from overwhelming confusion to intense anger. ‘What have you done to me, people? You look at me like I am some monster, yet ironically you have all been here working away to create me. Pathetic.’ I scoff at the blank faces in n the room, some taking notes, a few others taking steps backwards in the direction of the door. ‘Anyone want to answer my original question?’
These people don’t deserve my pity or willingness to go along with their stupid plan. I attempt to escape my chains again and slum back into unconsciousness.
I repeat the routine of the last time I remember being awake. Eyes slowly flutter to life and the walls are still lined with white coats. I have no clue how long I was out for, yet again. I have no clue how many times I’ve already been in and out of consciousness since I got here. I can feel nothing except the pulsing of my own blood running though my head. The lights still interfering with my vision of the room.
Now the dizziness fades away and I still have to confront the room full if dead faces staring daggers into me. My body pulses with strength, unknown to me prior to this. ‘If you move from that bed, we will run tests and put you back under’, a voice grumbled from the front of the pack. ‘We don’t give a fuckin’ shit about you, boy.’
I hold my hands up above my face in attempt to block some of the light pouring over me. With that something happens, and screams erupt from the room. My hands are glowing even brighter than the lights illuminating the plain looking room. A baffled look crosses my face as I try to understand what I did. How I did it. Mostly, how good I feel after that.
I could stop a lot more injustice like human trafficking and experimentation. I have power that no one else does, or can ever take away from me.
‘BREAKING NEWS: MAN CONVICTED OF ATTACKING A TEAM OF SCIENTISTS AT GERALD KNIGHTINGTON INSTITUTE THIS AFTERNOON. FOOTAGE TO COME IN NEXT HOUR.’
Sure, call me the villain of this tale.
The Main Character 
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