Harvey has tried to tell the scientists over and over that he can’t control his power, but they only tell him that he just needs to try harder. He’s started to think maybe it’s for the best that he stays locked up in here. Then he can’t lose control and hurt innocent people. At least here, none of these people are innocent.

The guards put him back in his glass cell with a harsh shove. Harvey turns to glare at them, but they’re already walking away. Harvey storms up to the glass, pounding on it once and yelling,

“Useless pricks! I could kill you with just a thought, you know!”

There’s no response from the guards. There never is. Harvey scoffs, kicking the glass once in frustration before going to his usual spot.

He sits down in the corner with his back against the wall, drawing his knees to his chest and twirling his hair with his finger. He can remember a distant time when his hair was a bright blonde color. That was when he first came here. With all of the experiments that have been done on him, his hair has dulled, along with his skin.

His thoughts are interrupted when he hears footsteps echo down the hall. After a few seconds, you step into view. Your face is its usual guarded mask, but the only thing Harvey notices is that it’s not a scowl like the other scientists give him.

Harvey watches as you unlock the door and step into his cell. You’re the only one that has clearance to come in here. Mainly because Harvey hasn’t tried to kill you. Yet.

Harvey extends his arm without a word. The two of you don’t really talk much. He’s not sure if you’re even allowed to speak to him.

Harvey grimaces as you gently stick a needle into his arm. You have to take blood samples every once in a while. For what, he has no idea. Nobody tells him much of anything in here.

“Can I go on a walk today? I’ve been good.”

Harvey knows it’s a lie. He’s never good, but he’s been better than usual lately. He just really wants to stretch his legs.