Charlie sat curled up in the corner of the cell. He forced himself not to cry, he didn’t want to alert the guards that something was wrong. He hated it here. Hated the cruel tests the scientists did on him. And Charlie had noticed changes in himself. His eyes had turned a bright green, same with his blood. His hair also had green streaks. He hated what they were doing to him, and this cold lonely cell didn’t make him feel any better. Footsteps sounded outside his cell but he hardly noticed them.