Damien Marks sweated from his forehead and back. The sweat trickled down his whole body. Although he was exhausted, he continued his practice. He then unleashed a combo of deadly attacks with his hands. The fast motion was un-recordable. His swift hands broke the dummy he was using.
Damien had practiced martial arts since he had the ability to remember. Over the years, he had taken and mastered the classes of all the styles of fighting known to him and his resourceful family. He seemed to have the ability to open his mind and learn at a very young age. Not only learn, but never forget what he learns. His family had realized this early in his life, and had taken full advantage of his "talent." Today, he is a black belt of the highest degree in every form known to him, and he reiterates his lessons every moment of the day either mentally or physically.
The sun's rays lit the gym windows and shined on the metal objects in the room. The reflection would have easily temporarily blinded another man, but Damien was something different.
Much different.
Damien felt very hot after his intense workout. His family had bought the gym and he works out in it everyday. Damien picked his towel up and walked to the shower room. The room was humid and wet. The glass in the room was covered in water droplets that had condensed on the windows. He looked outside of the window and saw the sun. The clouds were big and white and the sun's lights reflected off them. He stood looking at the beautiful sky from the window. In order to see he had to wipe the droplets off the window. They quickly came off and melted before they could hit the ground.
The gym was in a large building, a tower really, it was one of the biggest towers in the city. His family had bought the 17th floor, where the gym was located and a personal condo for the owner. The condo was beautiful and full of many things, but he was still in the shower. He thought about all the things that were going to happen to him in the next few days. He was supposed to go to school tomorrow. He was one of those kids that come in late in the school year. He didn't quite know what to expect. His family, rich as they were, never stayed in one place for long. His father owned a company, Mark Industries, and in order to keep it running he had to keep moving to place after place. Damien didn't like this manner of living. Sometimes he just wished that he could be like other kids, without all his money and luxury.
Maybe this school year would be different. Maybe his father would decide to actually stay in one place, perhaps simply for the sake of his son's education. He doubted it.
Damien sighed. He shut off the shower, slipped his towel off its bar, and hastily scrubbed himself with it to make himself dry. He continued thinking to himself. All these years he had gone through life with no one but his family, moving from place to place, never making any connections to anyone or anything. He wished life could be different. He wished he could finally make some friends.
Damien sighed again. It was all wishful thinking. It would probably never happen. He would probably always have to be on the move taking in life with an unfocused eye. Besides, in order for anyone to make it through this world these days, many sacrifices have to be made. Life is never easy, he knew...especially for a mutant.