I sat on my bed, if you could even call it that. The metal frame of the bed was layered with 2 blankets. I swear the floor is more comfortable. The staff had long ago given up on trying to drag me to the lunch hall, allowing me to eat whenever I wanted too. Although I think they got their payback by making my life a living hell. If you're wondering, for the past 11 years I have been locked up in this place of torture. I call it that because it is no-where near being a 'training facility' or any of that bullshit they try to brain-wash you with. They lock up people like me in this place, turning us into killing machines and all for their own entertainment. I think they also got their revenge by sticking a mirror on my side of the room, just to remind me of what I am. The staff always snarl at me when they see me, all because I was the Rare one. One in a Million chance. Don't get me started on the freaky shit with my eyes. The real reason I wear this mask. I should also probably mention that I have a room mate. Aaron, or many of his 'friends', call him Slam. 

Since I was brought to this centre, I became a mute, sort of. I just didn't want to talk to anyone. I only talk to Slam. Nobody has ever seen me, or heard me. But I'm pretty sure they all know about me. Slam told me that his friends occasionally brought up the topic of me. Everyone in the centre knows that Slam is my room mate. He even told me that people bribed him to record my voice and show it to them. One of the reasons Slam is popular amongst the centre. I'm actually relieved that Slam is a great friend. Slam even knows my only secret, and he thinks its awesome. I think otherwise, no-one is supposed to be like this. Considering I'm in a place full of people like me, it's quite ironic. I feel slightly better about that fact, but the secret Slam knows is something different.

It's about my eyes. They are not crossed, they are just... Different. Slam is the only one that has seen my face. But no one knows my power. Not even Slam. It was Classified. To be honest, I wanted to break out of this place, and take Slam with me, but 2 things prevented me from doing that. The fact that Slam had friends here, and it would be quite obvious if 12 people went missing, and also the fact that they have trackers installed into our system. When you first arrive, they insert a chip into your arm. I know I can easily escape with my specific power. I should probably call myself a long-time resident of this hell hole. I have been here the longest. Know every secret and turn of this building. If only it was that easy...

If you are wondering, 'Hey, how do they train you if no one has seen you? Surely you train together!' Yes, the subjects train together, but I have a private trainer, again, for 2 reasons. One, I'm 'special'. No one has my power since I'm classified as rare. Two, they know my hate for training with people. Once they tried to drag me to the arena, one of the 2 people ended up dead. Ever since, the other member of staff is terrified of me, and apparently they told the Boss of this programme, who apparently spread it around the whole Centre over the intercom. I'm pretty sure no one has forgotten that. Ranking day was a week away. And I was one of the people who has to be ranked. I mentally groaned at myself. I would have to show myself for the next week all around the centre, meaning I have to go out of our room. For the first time in 11 years. If I want to prove myself. You might tell me, 'Why don't you just skip ranking day? Not bother?'

'Cause if you don't make it to the top 15... You never come out of the ranking room. Everyone who has been here for over 5 years knows that, but no one has any idea what happens to them. I can tell you what happens. The get gassed. 

It was an accident, when I was 10, 2 years after I was admitted here, I was left to myself, no one came to get me, they just told me to wait there. I patiently waited at the arch of the door. I heard hissing noises from one of the rooms down the hall, since I had nothing better do do, I approached it. As you know, I was the first child to enter the centre, meaning I was completely alone, I didn't mind.

It was supposed to be the Staff's ranking day, The Boss choosing only the most qualified to exit. The weak ones, or who were too kind, were left behind in the room. No one saw me when all of the qualified staff exited. I peeked over the edge of the glass frame and the sight horrified me. It wasn't the best time for jokes, but I felt like it was Hitler all over again. White gas filled the room, asphyxiating anyone in the room. People were grabbing at their throats, scratching at themselves until they drew blood, slowly as their faces turned blue. Some of the gas escaped the room through the edge, it got into my nostrils and I choked. In fact, the death didn't faze me at all. I was so used to it. I laughed. The people who put me here were getting what they deserved right in front of my eyes. Or you could say, mask.

When one of the qualified members found me, they dragged me over to the Boss. He observed me and stated a simple sentence.

"He seems to be taking it well, I'm slightly amused he isn't crying like a weakling in the face of death, useful."

They then dragged me off to my room and locked me in there for 2 days with no food or water. Until finally, my saviour showed up.

"Hi... I-I'm Aaron... Y-your new room...room m-mate."