12:34 am, New York
Clay Silkin didn't know exactly how long he had been captured for. Actually, he didn't know what hour, or day, or even month it was anymore. But it didn't matter. All that matter did was trying to survive. Ha! He would probably have been better off dead, but he knew that that was impossible. He was still needed, and so he shall remain alive. For the time being. He can still remember the day that he was sent to this intolerable place.
You see, about four months ago, Clay was a free American citizen. Eighteen years old, he worked at his father's bar on the outskirts of New York City. Clay's family lived in a quiet town, undisturbed by the bustles and hassles of the outside world. One day Clay brought back a homeless girl names Rhiannon, who was welcomed by his father to sing in their bar. Then, one day, some of Senator Kevin's lackeys who were patrolling the area came into the bar looking for a drink and a bite to eat. Clay was carrying a crate full of wine out to the counter when her tripped and fell, causing himself to duplicate into a mirage. He quickly tried to call it off, but was spotted by a woman who shouted to Kevin's lackeys. Clay's father watched helplessly as both Clay and Rhiannon were taken away and into the "custody" of Senator Kevin.
And here he was: shunned from society, a mutation that has shown since he was three years old, and this difference was the one thing that separated him from the rest of mankind. He was a mutant.
Along with other mutants, twenty-one others to be exact, Clay was being kept in a mutant prison, a jail for differences. One by one, Clay had watched the other mutants enter the building and be locked up like caged animals, an alien species to the human race. Each mutant was clad with a metal collar that would prevent them from using their powers. He used to glance upward through the electrical bars of his cell and watch the stars slowly appear in the night as they shined through the sky light in the cell room. But all that was gone, too.
In addition to Senator Kevin's lackeys, he also had a team of scientists, all of which had an advanced knowledge of genes and genetics. Their job was to find out what factors caused the mutations in people, and of course, the captured mutants were their lab rats.
One day, while Clay was having blood sample's taken of him, he tried to escape by running through an air vent in the wall. Unfortunately, he was caught before he even got the metal guard off of the vent, and as an example of punishment towards the other mutants, Kevin ordered his scientists to insert toxic liquids into Clay's eyes. For the first week or so, the pain was excruciatingly strong, but it slowly subsided, as did Clay's vision, until he went completely blind.
Clay abruptly snapped back into reality. His constant daydreaming was becoming too much of a burden to him. Despondently, he shifted his gaze from his dirty and ragged sneakers to the sky light fifteen feet above the cells in the small concrete room. Even though he could no longer watch as the stars slowly appeared in the night sky, Clay had acquired a 'sixth sense'; he could 'see' almost anything with his mind that a normal human could view with their eyes.
Sighing, Clay's gaze shifted yet again towards the other mutant in the cell- Rhiannon, who was sound asleep on one of the cots that were placed inside of the cells.
"Why hasn't anyone came for us yet?" Clay whispered to himself quietly. Someone, somewhere must care about him and the other mutants that were his friends.
"Why hasn't anyone come yet?" Clay repeated his question louder this time, as if someone were to answer him. But they didn't. Only the never-ending darkness and faint breathing of the other mutants. With one last pensive glance at the sky light over head, Clay headed over to his cot.
SCRRRRRRRP! Clay sprung up from his cot as the low scraping noise penetrated the soundless room. Looking around in the pitch-blackness, Clay noted that some of the other mutants had been aroused by the peculiar sound. As he slowly crept toward the bars on his cell to look upward at the sky light, a young boy, no older than twelve years old, dropped down silently onto the concrete floor below.
Clay Silkin didn't know exactly how long he had been captured for. Actually, he didn't know what hour, or day, or even month it was anymore. But it didn't matter. All that matter did was trying to survive. Ha! He would probably have been better off dead, but he knew that that was impossible. He was still needed, and so he shall remain alive. For the time being. He can still remember the day that he was sent to this intolerable place.
You see, about four months ago, Clay was a free American citizen. Eighteen years old, he worked at his father's bar on the outskirts of New York City. Clay's family lived in a quiet town, undisturbed by the bustles and hassles of the outside world. One day Clay brought back a homeless girl names Rhiannon, who was welcomed by his father to sing in their bar. Then, one day, some of Senator Kevin's lackeys who were patrolling the area came into the bar looking for a drink and a bite to eat. Clay was carrying a crate full of wine out to the counter when her tripped and fell, causing himself to duplicate into a mirage. He quickly tried to call it off, but was spotted by a woman who shouted to Kevin's lackeys. Clay's father watched helplessly as both Clay and Rhiannon were taken away and into the "custody" of Senator Kevin.
And here he was: shunned from society, a mutation that has shown since he was three years old, and this difference was the one thing that separated him from the rest of mankind. He was a mutant.
Along with other mutants, twenty-one others to be exact, Clay was being kept in a mutant prison, a jail for differences. One by one, Clay had watched the other mutants enter the building and be locked up like caged animals, an alien species to the human race. Each mutant was clad with a metal collar that would prevent them from using their powers. He used to glance upward through the electrical bars of his cell and watch the stars slowly appear in the night as they shined through the sky light in the cell room. But all that was gone, too.
In addition to Senator Kevin's lackeys, he also had a team of scientists, all of which had an advanced knowledge of genes and genetics. Their job was to find out what factors caused the mutations in people, and of course, the captured mutants were their lab rats.
One day, while Clay was having blood sample's taken of him, he tried to escape by running through an air vent in the wall. Unfortunately, he was caught before he even got the metal guard off of the vent, and as an example of punishment towards the other mutants, Kevin ordered his scientists to insert toxic liquids into Clay's eyes. For the first week or so, the pain was excruciatingly strong, but it slowly subsided, as did Clay's vision, until he went completely blind.
Clay abruptly snapped back into reality. His constant daydreaming was becoming too much of a burden to him. Despondently, he shifted his gaze from his dirty and ragged sneakers to the sky light fifteen feet above the cells in the small concrete room. Even though he could no longer watch as the stars slowly appeared in the night sky, Clay had acquired a 'sixth sense'; he could 'see' almost anything with his mind that a normal human could view with their eyes.
Sighing, Clay's gaze shifted yet again towards the other mutant in the cell- Rhiannon, who was sound asleep on one of the cots that were placed inside of the cells.
"Why hasn't anyone came for us yet?" Clay whispered to himself quietly. Someone, somewhere must care about him and the other mutants that were his friends.
"Why hasn't anyone come yet?" Clay repeated his question louder this time, as if someone were to answer him. But they didn't. Only the never-ending darkness and faint breathing of the other mutants. With one last pensive glance at the sky light over head, Clay headed over to his cot.
SCRRRRRRRP! Clay sprung up from his cot as the low scraping noise penetrated the soundless room. Looking around in the pitch-blackness, Clay noted that some of the other mutants had been aroused by the peculiar sound. As he slowly crept toward the bars on his cell to look upward at the sky light, a young boy, no older than twelve years old, dropped down silently onto the concrete floor below.