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Namarïe!
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CIA Outreach Lab
Warsaw, Poland
1994
The boy was crying again.
He was often in tears come nighttime, his body stinging from a multitude of needles. Why did the American scientists have to pump him full of their acidic serums?
Why him?
He knew the answer to that.
The small polish town of Rivia, his home, had never stood a chance against the might of the cruel Americans- needing new test subjects.
Now, it was as if Rivia had never existed in the first place...it was almost the same for him too.
He could not recognise the person that he saw in the mirror; with that thin body, white hair, and hellish golden cat's eyes. His voice had broken early; a side-effect of the mutagens, they said. Low with a husky note.
It wasn't his voice.
It wasn't him.
Mother would never know me...The boy bit on his knuckles to hold in another sob. Mother would no longer want me...and neither would my friends...
Not that he would ever know. Visenna had died, her head split open by falling bricks. No one had survived the ruin of the village, save for him and her. It had been a storm of blood and slaughter.
No one but him.
All dead.
All gone.
The mutagens had given him the strength of three men, inhuman speed, enhanced hearing, and the ability to see in the dark at will.
All things that made him seem alien to himself.
This is not me.
But it was.
They made me...this.
It's them. They're the enemy.
...that was why he escaped.