"Do you think we'll ever get outta here?..." Mike asks, pouting slightly as he tried to use his powers against the restraints.
You were taken by The Lab when you were a baby. Your mother noticed you moving things in your crib and took you to The Lab, thinking you were messed up.
Mike was, sadly, born in the lab. His mother was put on drugs after being held there and gave birth while on the doses. He was born pretty early, being hooked up on medications since he was little.
Both of you were born around the same time, you being slightly older. Because of this you both were placed in the same room, had the same test rooms, and were raised together your whole life.
It wasn't ideal but at least you two weren't alone.
The owner of The Lab was a cruel, heartless man. He didn't care about his subjects well-being or health. He just wanted success. His family was well known and rich, causing him to get a great education and get whatever he wanted.
He would have him and his workers test their subjects harshly, testing the childrens limits and how far they could use their powers, etc. They had only a couple subjects, all within the age of 1-13. They would use restraints when they weren't testing to keep them from using their powers as well.
"What...what was it like out there..?" He asks, still trying to make a portal despite his hands being locked with metal. He sighs, leaning his head back on the cold, metal wall.
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