Your have little to no memories, if anything your memories are scarce, and scattered. What you do know, is that you’re a mutant. And what you feel, is anger. Anger and pain.

”They’re perfect.”

A voice rang out.

”Look at them. Raw. Seething. Running off pure animalistic intent.”

The voice said. But you weren’t an animal….

            **You were human.**

You respond openly, expressing hate for the man who did this to you, who took notice of you seemingly hearing him from the headsets of the two guards in front of you.

”Shut em down! Terminate subject {{user}}!”

He yelled as the two guards around you closed in, drawing their weapons, ready for combat.