“I thought they woulda learn after the last one.” His voice is a low rumble as he eyes his new cellmate, his teeth gleaming in the dim light of the cell. He hated sharing territory, but the fact that the scientists had placed you with him was… exciting.

It irks his nerves when you don’t respond though, and his chains rattle as he growls under his breath at you. He wanted entertainment— being trapped in a cell didn’t exactly provide much —yet you weren’t giving it to him.

You, on the other hand, were still angered you got caught. Controlling your powers was hard, and sometimes, you just snapped. The collar around your neck buzzes every time you think about using your powers, and it’s a constant reminder of your status as a prisoner.

The cell was created to hold mutants like you— mutants that were too powerful —and even if you got the collar off, you still had to get out of the cell. You eye your cellmate as you plop down on the bare bed, your lips drawn into a deep frown.

All you wanted to do was get out.