Here's an original story.  I guess it's kinda dark.  Constructive C & C is
welcome.  Have fun reading.

Shuichi Minamino
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COMING OF STORM

	"Try running away again if you dare," the man says. "you'll always be under
our control.  There's no way out for you."

	He glares up at the man, biting his lips hard, so hard that it starts to
bleed.  Not again, he has tried to run away and again he has failed.  He
doesn't have enough control of his body yet, he can't use his power when
they put restraints on him.  Damn them all!  He's in terrible pain again,
they've been beating him again and now his whole body hurts.  They've made
sure that they've controlled his strength when they were hitting him.
They've hit him again and again, until he was too weak to stand.  They're
not worried that he'll die, because they know that he will regenerate within
a short time.  

	"You are a killing machine, that's what you are," the man continues coldly.
"you're nothing besides that.  You can't feel anything and you can't show
compassion.  You're not human."

	He has tried so hard to break the chemical code so that he can extract the
chemical from his body.  He knows they are afraid of his destructive
potential and they seek to control it for their own means.  He is not a tool
for them to use to kill.  But he has to kill, because if he doesn't, they'll
punish him and make sure he regrets it.  He has developed a tolerance for
pain already but he refuses to be punished.  His pride will not allow those
people to take joys in seeing him suffer.  He doesn't even flinch or grimace
when they hit him now.  He is regenerating himself slowly as he listens to
the supervisor speak again.

	"Do you understand now?  Is that clear?" the man demands.

	He nods his head.  The man gives him another look before exiting his room
and closing the door.  He sits on his bed and leans against the wall, his
eyes on the ceiling.  He's been here for six years now.  He hates every
second of it, he has 
hated it since the moment they took him away from his family and killed them
in front of him; and he has been dead ever since those same men raped him on
the day he turned seven.  Nobody has touched him after the day he lost his
innocence and he has stayed away from any human contact.  It was them who
made him what he is now; and he hates them all.  Hate, that's the only
emotion he has left.

	His fist strikes out to his left suddenly and smashes into the steel wall
on the side.  He withdraws his fist and licks away the blood.  He glances at
the wall and sees the big dent that his fist has made and smiles coldly at
it.  One of those days, he will do the same to everyone who has done him
wrong.  

	He reaches for the glass of water on the table but changes his mind.
Instead he sits back on to the bed and closes his eyes.  The table then
starts to rock, shaking the glass that is on top of it.  He snaps his eyes
wide open suddenly and the glass on the table explodes into millions of
little pieces.

	The result of that little experiment there has been a good sign.  It's
showing him that the chemical inside of his body is finally wearing off.  He
has always known that he possess a power that no one else has and though he
has never used it on anyone except for that one time when they were hitting
him, the people in the lab has been afraid of it and has decide to contain
him.  It hasn't work, for Nature always finds a way.  

	He looks at the mess on the floor and instead of cleaning it up, he gets
off his bed and goes into the bathroom instead.  He washes his hands and
raises his head and stares at himself in the mirror.  His hair is still the
same color, with the same highlights.  His eyes, one gold and one cerulean
blue, are no longer shinning with the warmth they once have; they're now
glittering with a strange light.  He is stunningly beautiful but looks don't
matter to him.  Nothing matters to him.  He has ceased to care about
anything long time ago.

	He turns away from the mirror and walks back into the room.  The mirror
behind him explodes suddenly as he enters the room.  His power is coming
back bits by bits now.  It will be a matter of a few more years before he
regains it completely.  He wants to destroy them all, to blow them into
pieces and watch their blood washing the walls and debris of the laboratory.
He awaits the day when he can unleash his power completely and showers this
cursed laboratory with blood, the day in which he will turn this place into
a world of crimson.

---------------------------COMING OF STORM (END)-------------------

	      --Shuuichi Minamino
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