Seto's POV

I open my eyes and look across the room, a wave of panic attacking me. OK. Be calm. Don't show weakness. I'm bound by my wrists to a wall, my feet shackled together, to far off the floor to do anything. I notice that there's no one else in the room. I look across the room into a mirror.

I have one purple eye, the other a mix of orangeish red and brown, brown hair with purple highlights, a stitched up scar across my nose, an odd marking beneath my eye, a collar like thing around my neck with the initials S. E. T. O. Written on it. On my chest is an odd red pattern resembling a face. On arm has got a long scar running along the middle of it, with simultaneous little ones running along the sides. The other has a faded scar, and the skin turns darker as it goes down, a bone like armor jutting around the rest of it. I'm guessing I'm wearing a shirt with a while for the shape because it slopes down on one side and ends there. Then there's shredded jeans, an entire leg ripped off on the left side. There were spots my skin faded to a purple color, and I was bare foot.

I then noticed the pair of wings jutting from my back, not being chained up. They're black, fading into purple at the tips.

I stretched them, figuring out how to work them. I learned pretty quickly, and tried to fly. I couldn't go to far out, or to high up, but it was a start. I tried to pull against the wrists, loosening them a little, but not by much. I looked around the room, noticing some orangeish yellow rods lying on a counter.

For whatever reason, I felt like I should try to move them. With my mind. And I did. They moved off the table and over to me. I was straining myself, I knew that, but I just wanted to know where I was, and if I was in danger.

I willed them to unlock my hands. There were little locks on each hand, and the corners managed to unlock them. I fell to the floor with a thud. I wasn't high enough to get hurt, but it was still about a foot or two off the ground. I made one of the rods float over to me, and I grabbed it, unlocking my feet myself. I sighed in relief and lent back.

I looked around the room again, seeing a sword in a purple satchel connected to a brown belt and a bow with a purple pouch of arrows beside it. I get up and walk over to them. I examined them, putting the belt and sword on, slinging the pouch around my waist on the other side.

Suddenly, there was an explosion, and the wall with the mirror fell down. I shrug, walking out, the fear and curiousity still present, but a bit more manageable.

I looked around, searching for the source of the explosion. I see it was a boy with blue eyes, sandy, golden blond hair, a shirt with yellow rimming, black short sleeve, and the rest a dark red. There was also a yellow hood attached to it.

He was going crazy, attacking a bunch of scientists in lab coats. I grinned and walked over to him once they were all dead or dying from blood loss. I waved happily, noticing the blue eyes flash brown before the left turned a caramel color with blue specks, and the right blue with brown specks.

He waved back.
"Hi! We're.... What are we, Mitch?" He said with a slight Australian accent. "Hmm.... What's our tag say?" Asked an American accent with a hint of Canadian. "It says crossbreed." The Australian. "Ok, then we're crossbreed!"American Canadian.

I smiled and went to talk, but nothing came out, so I sighed and smiled again. I pointed at my name tag.
"Oh! You're Seto! Well Hi Seto! I'm Mitch," the American Canadian accent said, "and I'm Brice!" Said the Australian accent. I nodded and smiled. Looks like I just made a couple allies, if not friends!

A/N: 706 words! Whooo!!! Yeah that's not a lot. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed this! I'll get to work on chapter 2 now. Byeeeee!!!!