Thursday 2nd January, 8:47 pm

Bioterrorist Holding Facility, San Francisco

Aiden Flint's Cell

I sat in my cell, leaning against the wall, sighing deeply. It was the same old box I had been in for the better part of two years now. I was generally a newbie when compared to the other inmates who had been here since it's grand opening, but I liked to think I knew my way around, knew how to survive. It was simply really; keep your head down and your mouth shut. I had been doing it for the past year, and I had reduced my number of beatings monumentally.

I heard the door creaking beside me and clamp shut - someone had been put in the cell next to me. My cell was a specially crafted one - for my ability. So, if someone was in the cell next to me, chances are they had a similar situation. I looked at the wall I was leaning against, locating a small grate. Far too small to fit through, but I could clearly hear the panicked breath.

I contemplated trying to calm her down, then quickly decided not to - the guards were still nearby. Socialization wasn't a trait of the obedient behaviour they were trying to encourage. I simply groaned and sat on my bed, leaning my head against the wall again.

"Hey." I looked towards the grate, where the feminine voice I had come from. "Anyone there?" I sighed, lying down and turning over in my bed, refusing to talk. "I can hear you."

"Go to sleep." I muttered.

"I can't... it's too hot."

"Then take your clothes off." I grumbled, closing my eyes.

"How long have you been here for?"

"Longer than you." I mumbled.

"Well... I guessed that..." I could hear her Wisconsin accent turn sassy in an over-used tone. "What's your name?"

"If I tell you will you shut up?"

"Maybe..." I felt incredibly grouchy at her energy. She'd learn soon enough.

"I'm Aiden."

"I'm Cassie."

"Now shut up and let me sleep." I instantly closed my eyes, trying to ignore the girl. She was silent for a moment, but only for a moment.

"So, what's your thing?" I groaned, pulling my hooded zip-up off and tossing it onto the other side of the room. "Come on, how about some buddy-buddy prison talk. We can talk about what we're in for."

"We're in here for being different." I muttered, grabbing the blanket I had traded some food for in my second week here.

"So, you never did anything wrong?"

"No." I said - which was completely true. "I never did anything to anyone. In fact I actually saved someone..."

"You got put in this prison for saving someone?" She asked with a hint of skepticism.

"A D.U.P. agent." I nodded, remembering how it had happened.

"Seriously? One of these jack-asses?"

"Yep." She paused for once.

"Why?"

"Instinct." I muttered. "My powers activated for the first time and... I was shipped off to this place."

"Sucks." I re-adjusted myself to get more comfortable. "So, what can you do?"

"Doesn't matter." I said lowly. "Get some sleep."

"I can't - it's too hot."

"Then take off your clothes." I repeated again.

"I have." There was an awkward silence between us for a few moments. Eventually she said one last word. "Pervert." I chuckled, as did she. "So, come on - what's your thing?"

"It's complicated."

"We've got all night." I sighed, trying to sleep once again. "Fine, I'll go first - I can create and control water." I nodded, understanding.

"I'm guessing that this is why they're keeping it hot for you?"

"Smart guy huh?" She asked sarcastically.

"So, how'd you get caught?" I asked eventually.

"Stealing." She said immediately. I scoffed.

"Get anything good?"

"No... I was caught." She said - she obviously resented this matter and rightly so.

"Sucks for you." I chuckled. "Get some sleep Cassie - trust me, you don't get to sleep in at this place." She grumbled quietly.

"Good night Aiden-"

"Just go to sleep Cassie."

There was more silence which allowed me time to reflect on my life - was I ever going to leave this prison? I couldn't think of a reason why they would let us out of here. Maybe they were just keeping us here until they figured out the most efficient to kill us all. I just didn't know. All I knew was that we couldn't stay in here forever.

"Hey, how come your lights are still on?" I snapped my eyes open, groaning at the sight of the lights.

"They never turn off for me. Just like your air conditioning." I said in a monotone.

"So... you need the dark to use your gift?"

"It's not a gift." I muttered.

"Who do you think gave them to us?"

"Some deity with too much time on his hands and a bad sense of humour." I said mockingly. "I thought I told you to go to sleep."

"It's too hot."

"Stop whining." I said pointedly. "They're never going to shut it off. Those cuffs on your wrists? They're never coming off either." I heard a buzz and a yelp. "Yeah, don't try to take them off either - they sting like a bitch."

Aiden Flint - Shadow Matter Manipulation - Aiden is the son of two D.U.P. officials, his parents martyred in a 'Bioterrorist attack'. Aiden was raised by his father's associates - educated to hate all Conduits and trained to fight ever since he could stand. The D.U.P. have moulded Aiden into the perfect weapon. But, for who? (My OC)

Remiel 'Remi' Dumas - Wire Manipulation -From France, 25 year old Remi often found himself doing bad things for the right reasons. A hothead with a violent streak, the one thing that has kept Remi for the past three years is his hatred for them. And knowing one day, he'll kill them all. (Barrett M107's OC)

Malcolm Hark - Pyrokinesis - Malcolm has always been an outcast. Despite being one of the youngest in the BtHF, he makes up for it in power. Possessing an extensive criminal record, Malcolm is one of the most quiet inmates. Can he survive his time in prison?Or will he become another wrecked shell of who he used to be? (SentientPixel's OC)

Cassiopeia 'Cassie' Rogan - Water Manipulation - To say it nicely, Cassie is a hardass. A temperamental thief with an unmatched stubbornness, Cassie has one rule: look out for number one. But, her rules have got her into the BtHF - maybe she should consider re-examining her outlook on life?

David Simmons - Metal Manipulation - Simmons is a soldier - steadfast, loyal and honourable. However, when several Conduits escape, will Simmons' code of honour be enough to re-capture them? And he finds himself presented with a choice: Fight and imprison his own kind, or let dangerous fugitives rampage on his country? (reven228's OC)