"Come on, Harry. We know you're a bio-terrorist. Your family turned you in. This is your last chance to tell us, otherwise we... 'ask' your family, what is your power?" Queried the red-headed cow. Augustine was her name.

Was.

Harry sat on the concrete podium, with which he was supplied as to act as a seat. He didn't move most days, just sat there in his chair, staring at the rubble covered floor, Augustine's voice becoming less of a human's voice to him, but more of a devils.

Harry slowly began to lift his head. The first movement he had done in the past 24 hours. His eyes slowly bounced from concrete spire to concrete spire, absorbing the sights that he has had to live with for 4 years. The floor was laden with yellow paint, representing lines you're meant to follow when switching test chambers. Harry lifted his head until his eyes fell upon Augustine. Harry clicked his tongue before quietly saying, "They're already dead. You wouldn't allow them to live, considering they saw how you treat condu- I mean... "Bio-Terrorists" so you'd have to kill them, as to make sure they don't uncover the truth."

Augustine was slightly taken aback by how on point Harry was.

That was her mistake. She reacted. Now, Harry knew he had nothing to lose, so a sly grin spread across his face. He looked down to his metal cuffs, running his eyes across the yellow metal slowly, looking for the slightest weakness. That was when it happened. Augustine moved back to the front of her observation pod, her own power, concrete, making the walls and floor.

"Well... I..." Augustine didn't know what to say, or how to react. So she just told him about the news. "Now, Harry, I'm going to be gone for a while. There has been an incident with the first transport car on it's way to Curdan Cay, so, I must go deal with it." She began to slowly walk back and forth across the window, her patronizing tone strong, "You will be under constant observation whilst I'm gone, so, be a dear and don't misbehave?"

Harry didn't react to her words. He continued to quietly look over the yellow metal, whilst, unbeknownst to her, he watched Augustine. He watched her leave, and he saw the observation pod completely empty.

This was his chance.

Harry jumped up from the chair, wasting no time. His knees cracked with lactic acid as he did so, causing him a little discomfort. Harry quickly jogged to the area beneath the observation pod, which, ironically, was out of the pod's sight. And so, he coughed.

Harry coughed for a good 50 seconds, before stopping. He raised the metal cuffs to his mouth, the key slot directly in front of his lips. The metallic smell filled Harry's lungs, as he slowly pushed a key out of his mouth, which he, inside of him, had shaped perfectly to fit the lock. He didn't swallow the key. He wasn't given it. He crafted it.

He crafted it out of bone.

Author's Notes:

So, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this fanfic. I know it is quite short, but I plan to keep this fanfic going, to have multiple chapters. Now, some people may be wondering what Harry's power is. His power is Gore. He can manipulate blood and bone to fulfill his needs. I plan to explore some of this power in the next chapter.

Thankyou for reading, and if you have any criticism or would like to leave a review, feel free! I am also (possibly) accepting OC's to be in the story. If you would like to be considered, send me an IM. Thankyou once again.

~Ono