I don't even know how I got here... Actually, I don't even remember why I am here in the first place. All I do remember is my mum, dad, and younger sister staring back at me from our porch. But then... then there was this... explosion. There were the sounds of shattering pottery, dishes, cups, etc., the sounds of screaming, and the sounds of guns being shot...
But then I woke up in the ISA, or the "Institute of Special Abilities." The ISA is a facility for people with insane abilities like the ones from those movies and comics.
I never thought I'd be one of them, but I guess I am.
This facility is located in Area 51, the USA. That's a pretty long way from Wolverhampton, England... Or as I call it, home. But lots of us are from different parts of the world. Some from Sweden, Germany, and even England, like me.
There are 9 other people, or as the scientists call us, mutants, with different powers. Some can shoot lazers, make weather, and teleport. Pretty cool huh? Well not to us. We think that we're evil because of all the others who hurt us back then. We've been called freaks, monsters, and demons. But what others don't know is that we're just like them. Regular people, but with different abilities.
We've been told that this facility is inescapable. They say that there's no way out. But what they don't know is that us mutants can do anything when we put our minds to it. And I promise, we won't be condemned for much longer...
It's so hot, what is going on. Is it even humanly possible to sweat this much?"
Oh, but the temperature is just perfect
"Who is that? Wait, you can hear my thoughts? Where am I?"
As I open my eyes, I realize I'm not on my bed or even in my room where I should be after coming home late last night.
"Or did I not make it home? This is definitely not earth" I said to myself as I looked around and took a 360-degree view of what I can't even describe. "Is this is supposed to be a house? Where am I?"
Beautiful isn't it? This could all be yours if you want, or whatever change you want to make to it, just think about it, anything you want, anything you can think about, it's all yours.
"This voice again, who are you, where are you?" I shouted out and waited for a response but to my disappointment, I heard no reply.
"Beautiful?" I said to myself as I looked around, "Is this not more than beautiful? The whole building is made of glass, pure crystal-clear glass." I looked around and studied the cube like structure made entirely from glass and if my eyes were not deceiving me, was also rotating slowly.
"But how is that possible, I'm standing on a fixed spot and not feeling any movement, also the darkness that totally surrounds the glass building isn't allowing me to determine if the building is really rotating or not. What kind of confusion is this?"
All that surrounded the glass building was darkness, black thick darkness.
What is this cube even built on? No foundation? It's just hanging in space? What is this darkness? How is this crazy heat not even destroying the glass cube? This is definitely not a building. Is this still Earth? Several questions rushed up my mind as I surveyed the area
I turned away from all these questions and the surroundings of the cube as no one was going to answer my questions. The glass beneath my feet felt cold as I tried walking and that just added to the weirdness of the place.