I snap my eyes open.

Brilliant colors dance across my vision, swirling and mixing into wondrous patterns. I immediately retaliate and squeeze them shut.

They light up even more in the dark. I reach to rub them out, but since there's so little color in my life so I wait...

"Glad to see you can join us." A man's voice. Sneering.

I'm suddenly filled with this animal desire to flee, because that voice has sparked a fear within me.

I thought I was rid of that voice. I ran away from it.

But it's back...

"Dr. Agarius." The name slips from my lips, I can't help it. I try forcing my eyes open to see if it's really true...

He's suddenly there, right in front of my cell. Greasy, slick dark hair and bloodred eyes.

My cell.

I twist around wildly, pushing back my wild mop of bright hair out of my eyes. I'm in a block of white light, effectively trapping me. One touch on the walls would send me hurtling back into confinement.

No...

"Yes." Dr. Agarius giggled.

I run for him anyway, but I am thrown back by a jolt of electricity that travels through me.

Dr. Agarius stands, laughing at my attempt to harm him. "You can't touch me."

I stagger to my feet. "Why?" I rasped. "Why round me up, again and again?"

He smiles. "You know."

I do.

A younger Dr. Agarius, standing, facing me as he explains his plan.

A plan of destruction and evil.

He said that the humans on earth are a disgrace to our powers.

Why have a lesser species wandering around when we can eliminate them? We're so much more powerful.

I used to believe that.

Until I grew up.

We need the humans. Destroying an entire species is a waste.

He countered, saying that with our powers we could rule.

His brain control. My mind reading.

I still refused.

He locked me away, roaring that if I didn't come to my senses he'd destroy me.

He can't. I'm too powerful.

Dr. Agarius started rounding up Enhanced humans to create an army.

It's my job to stop him.

I think about my silent promise I made.

I would never use my skills to destroy humans.

"I'll never work with you." I spat at him. "Never."

He shrugged. "Your loss. Next time, when you come crawling toward me begging for mercy, I won't have it."

I won't have any for him, too.

As the cell I'm in fades to darkness, as the world settles to sleep, I swear to myself.

I'll never let him do this.

Even if it means taking down my own father.​