--How it started--



Chris shook a little as he heard footsteps coming down the corridor, he’d been through enough torture in the last few days, he just wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t let himself do so, he wouldn’t give these sickos the satisfaction they wanted.
It was so hard to remember how long ago these images had been burned into his brain, how long he’d been trapped behind the cage, how much he’d wanted what he now had…
The fear never left him though, the thought that whenever someone came to collect him he could come back ridden with drugs, damaged beyond most repair… Or if he’d even come back at all.
This was all before he’d ever known the twins (Ko and Ka) or Aile had ever existed alongside him, they were somewhere in this room, among the sounds that most normal kids shouldn’t be making… But with 2 black wings sticking out of his back, he couldn’t really say he himself was normal.
The one thing he did remember though, the stupid gloves they always seemed to make him wear, they always made sure that he was wearing them, that he had been wearing them, and just made it that much harder to take them off. He realised why they did them now, but at first it just seemed so confusing as to what was so special about these damn gloves...

When he was around about 8 years old he finally discovered what the fuss was all about, although it wasn’t really in a way he’d wanted to know.
He was currently one of the eldest experiments there, not that he would know of course, so he was taken in a lot more then some of the others, which was just peachy…
The doors opened once again and his head snapped up quickly in fear, they were coming for him, again.
As his cage was picked up, he could pretty much hear the collective mental sigh of relief.
And of course, his whimpering in fear.
The disgusting smell of the sterile, blank white hallways always just seemed to inject terror around his whole being, never knowing where he’d actually be going because everywhere looked the same, it was a wonder the white coats knew their way around as it was.
Still. It didn’t matter where they took him, because no matter where he went there was going to be something bad.
This particular time when he was dragged kicking and almost screaming out of his cage, he was strapped down to one of the metal tables and he closed his eyes, not really wanting to see what they were gonna do.
At first he heard them whispering things to each other, he could feel their crummy excitement.
‘More tests... Goody...' He thought to himself and clenched his hands into fists.
Blood sample.
Reflexes.
Something to do with the gloves.
Why were they doing this? What had been so special about him in the first place?
“Stretch out your wings.” One of the white coats suddenly snapped at him and he complied instantly, knowing if he didn’t do so he’d get shocked.
The one thing that really got to him more then anything was the names they called him as they went along.
Him, subject, experiment, number whatever the h-e-double-tooth-picks.
He wasn’t a number, or an object, he had a name… And today he was gonna make sure they remembered that.

His hands shook a little in the gloves and some machines just seemed to start beeping wildly, and kind of annoyingly.
He heard them this time. “His energy levels just seemed to rise above all expectations! We’ve waited years for this!”
‘I have a name… I am not an it…'
“0087 was known to be having this effect, but I wasn’t expecting it would reach these levels so soon!”
‘I have a name! I am not an it!'
His eyes had closed from trying to block out the pain a long time ago, but suddenly snapped open once more. And they seemed to glow a little.
“I… Have… A name… I… Am not! And it!”
The machines started to rapidly take a lot of data, too much!
The circuits started blowing in them and one of the White coats went for the alarm.
Meanwhile, Chris was a little bit ticked at this point, for those who knew him, knew that he has a very bad temper.
The straps around his hands seemed to just loosen lightly as he concentrated, leaving him able to sit up, the scientists seemingly unaware.
He looked down at the gloves, glared down at them as more circuit in the computers just seemed to go boom, some even starting small fires. Still. He wanted the gloves off.  
Just by focusing really hard, they just… Flew off his hands and he just sat there, staring at them before his eyes flickered up.
He knew now that this wasn’t exactly himself here, but still, there wasn’t much he could do about it.
Looking back at it, he hoped this would be the only time he felt like this… At least so that none of the others knew what he could do.
With a loud cry of fury and pain, he threw his hand to either side, a strong force throwing all the scientists against the wall, smashing all the monitors on the machinery, and releasing himself from the restraints completely.
He breathed deeply for a few moments as he stood up, his unusually coloured hair blowing about in whatever was surging throughout his entire body.
‘Chris...' He clenched his fists a little. “Christopher… My name, is Christopher!” He yelled, starting to hear the alarms blaring outside the room.
Anticipating the door being thrown open at any second, he clenched his hands together, one other word searing into his mind.
‘Christopher...'
The door handle started turning and Chris glared at the door.
‘Hope...'
The door open and he threw his hands forward again…





“Chris?” He looked up, his senses returning from bad memories. “You ok?”
He nodded at Ko and stood up, seeing Ka asleep and Aile look at the scenery rushing past.
Flying had started to take its toll on them, so he’d suggested sneaking on a train for travel. At least the Erasers couldn’t get them here.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it…” He said softly and stretched a little. “Hey, where are we at the moment?”
“I think we’re on the out skirts of NY…” Aile answered him and he went to join  her watching everything rush past.
He nodded lightly and just looked down at his hand, the slightly tattered and torn leather glove that adorned it.
“Good, we could do with some time off from running and get some retail therapy…” He said and Aile gave him a confused look.
“We have money?”
He just smirked.
“Two wing discount, 100% off as long as psycho boy can turn off the alarms.”