Mind Games

Chapter 1: The Beginning

The white room blinded me as always. The contrast between the darkness of the lab and my cell was the highlight of my day even though it hurt my eyes.

Today was filled with various mental and physical tests to pinpoint the limit of my power. You wanna know what they found? Absolutely nothing. Imagine that. There is no limit to my power because I can absorb energy and make it my own. Though the mental reconstruction of nerve and motor function parts of my brain are difficult. More than one occasion I've ended up paralyzed because I screwed up somewhere.

The professionals ware down me so I don't have enough energy to summon up and bust my way out of here. It was constant. You okay? Good. Now go run 10 miles this time. It was a nightmare.

Of course now that I look back on it, I wasn't fazed by it. I had lived there my entire life, born and raised. My parents were killed immediately after my birth, the scientists tell me.
As far as I'm concerned, I don't have a family. Not anymore.
The head instructor leads in all of my experiments and surgeries. I have one tomorrow. My last one, they tell me. I fear for what that means. Are they going to kill me? Or finally release me into the real world? I can't say.

I sit in the only colorful thing in the white room. A sturdy metal chair. It's the only thing that's keeps me sane apart from memorizing the escape plan I've built in.

I stare at the toilet in the corner, hiding me from view from the various cameras hidden all around the room. At least they have some decency to respect my privacy.

I hum a song I composed on one of my musical tests, while I wait for morning to come with the last experiment (hopefully) of my life.

Everyday, I have to have someone explain how sleep works since I've never experienced "the wondrous state of the body where the brain shuts off and unconsciously produces moving pictures inside our brains." I wish just once, my energy would take the night off and I could finally witness this wonder myself.

Finally, a harsh knocking interrupts my thoughts and my "leader" barged in fully knowing that I would not be asleep.

"24714974 lets go." He said not looking up from his shiny clipboard. I hopped up and straightened my white lab gown.

"Coming leader." I said in a flat tone. I knew he hated that title. He sighed.

"How many times do I have to tell you? My name is-" and then I shut him out. I never bother. Why should I when they never bothered to give me a real name?

As soon as he saw that I wasn't processing anything he said he rolled his eyes and opened the door a little wider so I could slip through.

Today, I'm busting out of here.