Flashback
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Sitting in the 'playroom' with the other children of his ranking, Karma had watched as his sister was wheeled back into the room. It had been several days since the last time he had seen her. And she had been looking far worse than when the last time he had seen her. Though all he could do was look away as the scientists had approached, looking over the other children that reside in the room. All of whom knew to not look at them in fear they might draw their attentions. Karma reached out toward a pillow laying on the floor before bringing it close to his chest and looking down at the book laying open in front of him. His eyes running along the words as he tried to look as uninteresting as a five year old reading a book with a pillow hugged toward their chest could be. A moment later however a woman came in after the scientists and pointed at him directly, saying 'that one'. She then walked over and grabbed Karma by the wrist as she pulled him up to his feet. Karma had long ago learned not to fight back against these people, especially this woman. So calmly he had walked in line with her.
Being pulled into a room he frowned a bit as he saw a team finishing the prep for it. The woman turned to Karma then before stepping around to get a better look at him. She then told him to cheer up and that they were just going to replace his DNA with a creature they had accidentally let die many years before. And that his blood had seemed the most positive match that they had on hand. How that could have been possible, a five year old could not begin to imagine, or explain to himself why. Karma gave a confused look as the woman turned then and continued to explain to the rest of the team what she had been saying. Karma hadn't paid much attention after that. It was best not to, anyway. He had learned, like the others like him, not to interfere or be annoying with the scientists. Picking at the edge of his pillow he swayed slightly as he looked around the room. He had never liked being in these rooms. It always lead to nothing good for him. Mostly being stuck with needles and run through several tests that he had no idea what the point of them were.
Soon he was being picked up and and strapped into a chair hooked up with a few more needles and such that were going to be pricking and other such nonsense at his skin. In the time they had been in most in the medical field had no longer needed to even touch a subject in order to experiment on them...Or perform medical procedures, whatever. Inhaling deeply Karma shut his eyes as he prepared himself for the familiar pain he was about to be in from the futuristic device. As he felt the prick of a needle in his vain and the world begin to fade away from then on as he drifted into darkness. And for what he could only imagine was quite some time he had stayed that way. And then he could hear things being destroyed all around him. Metal twisting and stone crunching together. But still he could not bring himself to wake up from his forced sleep. But he could feel someone carrying him away, to somewhere. Clearly he couldn't really say. The motion had continued for a long time, with the noises of destruction happening all around him.
He could hear people screaming and the panting of the one who had been carrying him to wherever it was they were heading. Only to come to a sudden stop as he heard the female scientists voice in his ears saying 'you aren't taking him from me.' Followed by a mans voice saying 'I need my son, our daughter is a failure. Give him to me!'. But instead of answering the woman had seemed to start running in a different direction as the man screamed about the daughter causing the destruction currently going on around them. It was around that time that Karma had started to feel strange, his body heating up gradually as more sounds of building breaking apart happened around him followed by another scream from the man, fading in the distance the farther the woman ran away with him in her arms. Only for her to gasp after a few moments before being tossed to the floor. It was hard to feel anything, the pain, or even emotion to register what was going on with him or that he had just been tossed onto the solid floor like a discarded doll. He then heard the woman say 'you are getting to hot, god dammit...did it fail?'
The heat he could feel building up in his body, about the only thing he could feel so totally at that moment, continued to build up. He could hear the woman commenting on how he was starting to melt the metal and stone around him. Then with a groan she turned and he could hear her run away from him then. After that the noises of destruction continued, the heat continued to build up and become almost too unbearable. Then a loud all consuming noise washed out from him before the world went silent around him. He didn't know if he had just fallen back asleep, for a brief moment, or if there was something more to the total silence around him. Then for real, he did end up falling asleep again, his body cooling down gradually. He couldn't say how long after that time went by. By the next time he was waking up his eyes fluttered open, no longer was he stuck in a state of absolute blindness, clearly because whatever had been injected into his body before had worn off. Shifting he moved to push himself up from the floor where he was laying. Only to see a fat ugly looking man crouching in front of him.
It was then that he noticed the bars around him, a cage. He had been in a cage and was being transferred somewhere. Not the way the scientists would transport the experiments. No, Karma could see that this was something different, something that should not have been happening. As the ugly man reached into the cage and cupped his face in their hand, a smirk spread over their lips 'You are a mutant, you will fetch a pretty penny in the slums of New York, I bet you will. Whether that be as a meat shield or a capable body guard, we will see." The ugly man then pulled away from the cage, tossing Karma's face a side and sending him stumbling back into the cage. Karma pout for a moment at this before turning to look at the pillow in his cage. Crawling toward it he lays his head on it before wrapping his arms around it as he tossed lightly with the sway of the transportation he was on toward the slums of new york.
