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The boy, no older than 8, briskly walked down the empty street. He was alert, quickly turning towards the slightest sound or movement, he sounded breathless. A bitter wind stung the boy's face, he shuddered, stuffing his hands into his hoody and continued walking nervously. He needed to find somewhere to go. He'd freeze to death spending the night out here. And if they found him… he wasn't going back. They'd kill him after what he had done.
He could see a car approaching in the distance and ran towards the closest ally, pushing himself flat against its wall, hoping to disappear. The car passed, not noticing him and he let out a steady breath. He continued down the road, spotting a shed peeping over the fence of someone's back garden. Figuring that a shed was his best option of shelter for the night, he climbed over the fence taking refuge there.
Inside, the shed was cluttered, he cleared himself a space in one of the back corners and using a ground sheet for a quilt he fell asleep, unaware that someone had been watching him.
The founder had been watching the boy from a distance for the past hour, scanning the boy's brain telepathically, evaluating every decision the kid made.
"You were right Roger, the boy has broke out." He transmitted his thoughts telepathically.
He heard a reply within seconds. "This is the earliest I've ever heard of a break out happening, usually breakouts happen in their teenage years. What d'you think caused it?"
"A traumatic event. His foster parents hurt him, he got scared and accidently discovered his telekinesis. From what I saw in his head, he destroyed their living room." The founder thought with a smile.
"It happened like you predicted it would. Stress causing an early discovery of his abilities. Your little experiment seems to be working. So where is the kid now?"
"He's safe." This was all the information the founder revealed before blocking the connection. A teenaged boy approached him, greeting him with a stoic face.
"Heard you had a job for me." The boy said.
"Yes James, I do. There is a boy sleeping in that shed, blond hair, blue eyes, answers to the name of Johnathon. I want you to follow him tomorrow. Your job is to keep an eye on him, teach him how to survive in the real world. If you can do that for the next few months, without making him suspicious as to why you're helping him and you'll be greatly rewarded."
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John awoke to Sam entering his room, he stood up to leave, avoiding making eye contact. He needed to talk to Sam, but that couldn't happen right now. He more urgently needed to prepare himself for what was going to happen today. The walk to the lab felt too quick, he would have dragged it out more if he could have. He entered the room with the guard and was cuffed to the chair again.
"Good morning, John." The founder said with a menacing smile. John ignored him, a response that made the founder's grin widen. "Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. But we both know which way you're going to choose, so let's just get on with the pain part, shall we?". His voice was cheerful, as sadistic smile gracing his face.
John closed his eyes, prepared himself for the excruciating pain that he knew was coming. It was still a shock when the burning started, more intense than before, the pain pulsated through his body. He gritted his teeth, tensing his body, trying his best not to scream. The pain became more intense and John tried to concentrate on the anger growing inside of him, he flexed his arms against the restraints, feeling it grow stronger. The pain turned his anger into an intensive rage. As the feeling intensified, objects around him that weren't fixed down began to shake, violently trembling before slowly hovering a few centimetres above ground. The pain stopped suddenly and the objects dropped to the floor. The founder was staring at John in shock. The suppression cuff should have stopped that from happening.
John's breathing was laboured, his hair damp with sweat. He tried to regain control of himself realising that his whole body was trembling. He looked at the suppression cuff, realising he had overpowered it, and tried to teleport out. Nothing happened. He tried to undo his restraints with telekinesis but still nothing happened. He was still powerless. The cuff was still working. Exhaustion quickly swept over John.
The founder abruptly stood up to leave, muttering something to the guards about taking John back to his room. John wasn't paying much attention, he was exhausted, drifting in and out of consciousness.
He was dragged back to his room by guards, Sam following them. As they paced him on the bed, she looked at him, noticing his right arm was still trembling. She could see his face was much paler than usual and his eyes were barley open and unfocused.
"Well you always were full of surprises." She said, taking a moment to look at him before turning to leave.
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