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Adam the Angel
"Adam. Can you come upstairs for a moment?" Mr. Davenport called softy, so not to wake the other two children up. The elevator let out a quite ding as its doors open, to reveal a small boy in black PJ'S, holding a brown bear. Slowly the boy stepped out of the elevator, taking account of every object in the room; he set his foot as gently as possible on the tile floor, the floor cracked as if someone had just slammed a hammer to it, this continued until the boy reached Mr. Davenport. "I see that your chip is still gliching, huh. " Mr. Davenport said noticing the cracks in the tile; the boy looked at his feet and said "I'm sorry." Mr. Davenport brought Adam's head up took look at him "I think I found a way to fix that." Mr. Davenport smiled and handed Adam a flyer. Adam took the flyer a read it, it was for a weight lifting camp, Adam looked up at his father confusion plastered across his face. "Adam, the reason why your strength has been acting out is that you haven't had the chance to use them enough. And I think that this camp will help with that, it will as well give me the time to come up with a permanent solution. But there are some rules…" Mr. Davenport trailed off as he waited to see if Adam had understood, he merely nodded." Alright. Now the rules are: No fighting whatsoever and you cannot tell Chase and Bree about this ok?" Adam nodded again. "Good, now go pack up your things, the bus will be here in an hour or two." Adam got so excited that he nearly jumped for joy as he walked the same path as before, but a little faster this time. Once downstairs he packed his suitcase to overflowing, lifted it up with one hand and walked to the elevator, Mr. Davenport was waiting there for him and the pair slipped out of the house while everyone was asleep. They soon arrived at the stop for the bus to the camp; Adam stepped out of the car Mr. Davenport hugged his eldest son one last time, before he stepped onto the bus.
If Mr. Davenport only knew what horror awaited his 5-year old son…
The bus was completely empty, with Adam being the buses sole passenger. Adam was still tired having been woken up so early and after a few moments Adam was asleep. Big mistake. When he woke up again he was in a dark, room made seemingly out of metal. He tried to move, but it was in vain as his arms were chained to the ceiling. Suddenly a door opened and a man in a medical uniform stepped thought the door, pulling a cart of needles and other things into the room, Adam's eyes widened with fear. The doctor came closer pulling the tray along with him, he finally stopped at Adam's back, and it was then that Adam noticed he didn't have a shirt on, he then felt a searing pain in his back, when the pain settled down just a bit, the pain arrived again, only this time it was twice as bad, he heard cracks and popes coming from his back, mainly from the upper part, Adam heard the doctor murmur an "Interesting." before he walked out the door.
This continued for a month by Adam's count, and it was always the same thing, the doctor would come in stick some needles in him, and leave, rarely would the doctor bring a small plate for Adam, but rarely was better than never, but no matter what Adam didn't cry or scream. It was always the same thing. Until today of course. No, not today, the doctor brought two other people in with him, they looked like officer, they undid his cuffs and put some different ones on him they forced him to his feet and then out the door. This was the first time all month Adam had been out of room, however this was short lived the guards forced Adam to stop, they removed his chains but kept a firm grip on him as they opened the door with a heavy clank the door opened, and the guards threw him inside the room then relocked the door behind them. Adam stood and rubbed his head were he'd been thrown in.
" Who are you?"
