The buzzing sound that wakes me up every day at 7:00 am sharp rings loudly. You would think that after 17 years they would know by now that my body is trained to wake up at exactly this time anyway. I pick myself up slower than usual and stand next to my plain white bed with white sheets.

My small room is devoid of any color besides, need I say it, white. I have no personal belongings. They took those away once I was of age to hurt or even kill. They made the mistake of giving me a mirror once but I was able to escape my cell and reach the end of the hallway. That day was when I realized I wasn't the only one in this prison.

There was a girl, younger than me, with blonde hair and striking blue eyes. I recognized her eyes because they were the same as mine. I saw the same anger, hate, fear, and longing to be free that I saw in the mirror. After that day I vowed that I would save us both so we could live our lives free from this torment.

The door to my cell opened after the code was punched in. I've learned it is a new code every three days. My "mother" walks in and smiles slightly before saying anything. As long as I can remember I've been made to believe that this woman is my mother. It is no wonder my mind hasn't been warped.

"Good morning, J. How did you sleep?"

J is the letter I was assigned and how they identify me. In my mind I've added an ay to J so that I feel more human than test subject.

"Same as always, Mother, how did you sleep?"

"Quite nicely." Her voice used to soothe my fears and pain when I was injected and tested day after day. Now it burns the flame of anger inside me. Would I be able to kill her if I needed to? I quickly push the thought from my head.

Like normal I am escorted down a long white hallway to the simulation room where I will be injected and made to use my powers. The room is white like everything else but the ceiling is made of glass. Before my chair tilts back and the lights go out I see my reflection in the ceiling. I wonder if the reflection I see is attractive to others my age. I have a narrow lean body, slightly shorter than most of the guards. I have dark black hair that they keep very short. My eyes are hazel. I have a slender face, small nose, but ears that don't fit my body. I smile because I know in a normal life I would be embarrassed by them but because nobody really cares about me in here I don't have to worry about looks. The room fades into darkness and I know what I'm about to face.