Auto-Responder/Roxy: Trope- A is an experiment, locked up to be studied and B is the sympathetic scientist
The tiny cell you live in is cold and bare. The ceilings, walls, and floors are all the same shade of damp concrete, the bed is a flat metallic slab that is graced by the most uncomfortable mattress in existence, and the view from the window (a grassy garden with flowers) is ruined by the thick, black iron bars that form a grate. Plus the food reminds you of mushed brains, the kind that get a full five seconds of horrific, glorified screen time in zombie movies.
Life as a scientific experiment is a blessing.
The first few months you pulled the silent treatment. Surly, quiet, and the opposite of cooperative, you threw food at the orderlies, flipped the bird at the observing scientists, and once you think you managed to moon the owner of the lab. All that got you was a straightjacket and an IV drip though, so after you were finally released from the self-hug jacket from hell, you lightened up. You grumbled and you pushed your shitty food around the plate, and tried not to think to hard about exactly what they wanted from your hot, mutant ass.
Probably had something to do with the fact you could fly (sort of like superman). No, don't think about it.
Then there was the new face. A pretty girl with pale, rosy highlights in her hair. She smiled when she saw you, and you had to swallow down the pounding of your heart when your eyes met. She brought you sandwiches, and ice cream (and once smuggled you an honest-to-goodness hamburger, bless her science-ridden heart), shoved newspapers into the elastic band of your undies during examinations (though not once did her hand slip down to cop a feel of your majestic gluteus maximus, mores the pity)
Her name was Roxy and she was an angel.
One night, when she assured you that the cameras were off, she asked to see you fly. You indulged her by floating about two inches off the ground with your arms spread wide in a gesture of 'aren't I the hottest thing?' She smiled broadly at you and laughed, elated. "Can you keep a secret?" she asked you, face serious although her cheeks were still bright from her laughter.
"Of course!" You promise. You would burn the world to the ground for this woman.
She smiled sadly and disappeared. Shocked, you leapt back and scoured the room for her. She couldn't have gotten far! She reappeared, leaning against the wall. Her eyes were sad; her empty smile didn't ring true. "I'm sorry," she murmured, as she closed the distance between you. "I'm so sorry."
She pressed her lips to yours, and the world around you exploded. A man who looked exactly like you dug you out of the rubble, super strength lending him the power to toss pieces of concrete like paper. He yelled something to a dark-haired girl behind him, who nodded and moved close.
"What about Roxy?" You scream, your ears still ring from the explosion, you aren't aware of how loud you're being. "You can't leave her in there!"
"I'll get her," your dour doppelganger says with a smirk. "Jane! Get the target out of here!" The dark-haired girl nods, and the next thing you know you're coughing dust into a carpet.
Jane teleports, Roxy turns invisible, your doppelganger (apparently named Dirk) is super-strong. You can fly, and you later learn that their friend Jake caused the explosion. You're all special. You're all 'freaks.' They saved you. You're part of their team now.
And Roxy…Roxy made it out alive. A piece of the wall clipped her shoulder, so she has a vibrant red scar marring her back, but she's okay. You love her, and you're pretty sure she loves you.
That doesn't stop her from trying to figure out what exactly makes you all so different from regular humans though. But, you figure that's just part of her charm. That scientist shtick wasn't really an act after all.