Furrowing his brows in confusion, Chanyeol slowly picked himself up off the floor. The door creaked open as he spun to stare at Kangjun. The usually scowling guard had a strangely stoic expression hardening his features. He made no move to grab Chanyeol as he stepped from the room, and only turned to walk down the washed out hallway. The tall boy quickly followed him as his stomach curled, and this time it wasn’t from the fire within him.  The blank look of the guard was scarier than when he was furious and this left Chanyeol afraid. He wasn’t familiar with this, not that he was familiar with much of what was going on, but things had become routine, a familiarity that he was accustomed to.

    He was broken out of his thoughts as he was shoved harshly into a room. Straightening himself, Chanyeol gaped around the office. Unlike the rest of the facility, this room was furnished with black leather couches and a dark scarlet colour on the walls. The carpet was a nice cream colour, contrasting nicely with the hardwood floors. Scanning the room, his eyes landed on a handsome man seated lazily in a leather chair behind a glass desk. He was watching Chanyeol as intently as the boy was watching him.

   Waving his hand, the man motioned towards the couch and a malicious smile morphed his attractive face to one only found in nightmares. “501, please be seated.” Chanyeol didn’t know what to make of the man, but his piercing dark eyes bore holes into him and forced him to obey the command. Moving over to the couch, he barely noticed the chill of the leather as he sat down. The man’s voice was sickeningly sweet as he started to talk. “You will call me Master; I run this fine establishment.”

   ‘Master’, as he dubbed himself, waved his arm around the room as he smiled cockily before turning back and staring at the boy in front of him. “So 501…you’re pretty you know. 602 managed to control his gift in under a month and we fused lightning into him! ing lightning! Can you believe that?!” He broke off into a cackle as Chanyeol sat dumbfounded. He knew he wasn’t the only one, Sunghyo had mentioned a 1202 also, but he hadn’t met any of the others.

   The man continued to crow, and Chanyeol half hoped the man would asphyxiate himself. Sadly, the man stopped suddenly and glared daggers into the battered experiment. “Even though you're utterly pathetic, you survived; I guess that means something. Only about…one on fifty do. Maybe it’s the extra steroids?” The last part was mumbled to himself but he quickly broke off from his thoughts and leaned back in his chair.

    Analysing the experiment in front of him, he sighed and did a spin in his chair before halting suddenly, almost tilting the chair off its wheels. Briefly Chanyeol wondered if the man had ADD, but his mind quickly shook the thought away as he met the ice cold eyes of ‘Master.’ They seemed to be able to read his thoughts and Chanyeol made sure to keep his mind safely blank. “So…I guess you’re wondering why you are here. Why you of all people were blessed enough to be chosen.”

   Chanyeol wouldn’t have used the word ‘blessed’, but he didn’t want to argue with the dark haired man behind the desk. Instead he nodded slightly, worried that if he didn’t give some sort of reaction the man would fly over his desk and kill him. Master was normal height and lanky; even broken like this Chanyeol could beat him but the aura the man emanated was a dark, violent warning that he chose to heed.

   The man smirked before he continued in the same sickening tone. “Well you see 501, the world has gone to . We are run by morons who place a value on a piece of paper! The damn idiots are cutting down so many of the trees that produce said ‘valuable’ paper that not only is our air going to be polluted and eventually kill us, but we also won’t have any left to create the money they cherish so much. Frankly, they’re retarded and I – being a genius - came up with this wonderful idea! This is where you come in, so pay attention. My plan is to kill them all! Brilliant, isn’t it?”

   The man spun in his chair, releasing a bone chilling cackle as Chanyeol gaped at him. This man was crazy, simply psychotic. “So you see.” Master stopped to catch his breath as he steadied on his chair again. “I gathered these two brilliant scientists and gave them whatever they wanted! Equipment, guards, subjects, anything! Sunghyo takes care of Projects 02, and so far she has six successes; while Seohee is in charge of the 01’s, and you will be her fifth success!” His voice trailed off as he muttered “well it did take about a hundred subjects until she managed to turn him…”

    Chanyeol gasped slightly as he stared dumbly at the man. It took nearly a hundred subjects to get it –whatever it is – right?! The room began to spin and he felt sick. Gripping the edge of the couch, he dug his nails into the leather. A stumbling scratching sound resonated in the room and the man jerked in his chair, tilting his head at an unhealthy angle as he stared at the boy, a sickening smile morphing his lips. “Don’t be so scared little boy, you should be ecstatic! You get to live in the new world I create and all you have to do is kill all the insufficient people in the world! With the others it should be no problem!” He spun around, clapping, and Chanyeol wanted so badly to escape but his fear kept him rooted in place.

    Once he stopped clapping, Master pressed a button on his table and Kangjun entered the room not a second later. “You, take 501 back to his room. Thanks, big guy!” The head of the sinister organisation went back to spinning on his chair like a five year old, which only managed to scare the daylight out of Chanyeol even more. Kangjun didn’t seem surprised when Chanyeol didn’t give him a hard time while getting back to his cell.