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His first memory is that of a room so white it hurt to look around. He was smaller then, no bigger than a ten year old. He knew nothing but the fact that he was unable to leave and an inborn feeling urged him to get out, to be free. His arms changed, unthinkingly, unconsciously, into their mechanical form and he pounded the walls wildly. He screamed, words that made no sense and had no meaning. Mixes of Spanish and English spilled out as the walls bended, but would not break beneath his punches. He was so scared. He was alone with no idea who or where he was.
He couldn't breath right. Terror filled his whole body and overrode any other feelings. His eyes flicker wildly around the room as they sought both threat and escape. The door slide open soundlessly to his left and he pushed himself to the wall to protect his back. A man in green strode up to him, undeterred by the fact that the child before him had hands of metal and eyes of a wild animal. His eyes were hid by shades of gr