Whoever may lay eyes upon this, know that everything written before you holds more fact than one might believe. As unbelievable as such writings may seem, I hope that I am not wrong in sharing my story—that some soul may take these words to heart and see the injustices in the world, or perhaps see the light each person may hold. The tale before you holds much despair in its core, but it also brings out the underdog, the small heroes who tried in their large hearts to do what they believed is right. Good intentions may be the road to hell, but it also can lead to the sparse of the moment heroes who act first in the name of justice.

My name is Michael; I have no last name and as far as I can tell I was born from a test-tube. What monsters would do such a thing? I can't say so myself; it's a mystery I've been trying to muster an answer to for some time now. These 'scientist' created seven of us; seven genetically modified humans with abnormal abilities. Lucifer, for instance, radiates cold and, as we like to think, the ability to throw volcanic sized temper tantrums. Aside from that, he's the smartest kid out there. Oh, yeah, we're all under the age of eighteen as of now. Where our story begins, though, I'm still sixteen.

It was some time in the year of 2014. I was being lead into the lab by some jackass. I could hear voices throughout the hall, inside of the rooms. So, they had a surplus of scientists today? That wasn't ever good. I tried yanking my hands, which were bond by ever-so-comfortable handcuffs, away from the guard and was met by an electrically charged pole from jackass's buddy. My blood burned for a moment, vision going white, as I staggered from the blow. It seemed there was no good in fighting; I'd have to wait for a moment to present itself.

We continued on the dreadfully long walk as I seemed to be dragged by the cuffs. I hated the guards almost more than the experiments themselves. Their apathetic eyes never gave a second glance to us 'tests'. They almost never spoke a word to us as if we were rabid animals, and if they did talk to us, it was only a taunting mockery of words. They called us bird-brained, threatened to clip our wings. I sighed, half-heartedly trying to pull away. They didn't notice.

I was lead into a small room with a surgical table and an assortment of tools on a tray. I tried not to look at the sharp objects that would soon be used on me, but I couldn't help it. The mixture of fear and chemical smell made my stomach churn. I almost gagged.

Jackass let go of me and left the room, closing the door behind him. Was I alone in here? This was… interesting. I looked around the room, pacing. Ten minutes past before I let myself look at the tray of tools. There was likely a camera somewhere, watching my every move. Was the doctor on lunch break? I sighed, trying to find the hidden camera on the walls, in the corners. I was interrupted when the door slid open. I let all fear leave my face , my body tensed and my posture somehow became impeccable. This was Alistair, I couldn't give him the satisfaction of being weak. "You're late" I said in a mono-tone voice, as if he were the least of my concerns. In all honesty, I was scared out of my mind, but I was the best there was at hiding emotion.

"It appears I am. I do apologize for delaying the fun you were looking forward to." His voice was silky poison. The sickly sweetness of it would let anybody know this guy wasn't right in his head, that he was at every moment plotting something terrible, but thinking the world would be a better place because of it. I'm sorry, but child experimentation is not on the top scientific achievement list of the century.

"I'm afraid I won't accept that apology, Alistair. You've disappointed me too many times" I'm pretty sure my voice was trembling pretty badly because I know my hands couldn't keep still at my side.

"Then I'll just have to make it up to you" He smiled his sadistic smirk, his eyes shimmering with a crazy look. I wanted to scream, to hide, to cry, to attack, anything but just stand there. The tension, the fear, it all built up inside of me. The next hour was one of the most painful sessions I had with him.