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ended up in. Someone had taken him. It had gone dark and now here he was.
                  Where was here? Ethan looked around as best as he could manage. The room was pretty dark and he could not make his eyes focus correctly. As open as they were, they were blurred, unfocused. They moved back up into his head the moment that he stopped struggling to keep them wide and awake. He shook his head.  He struggled against whatever was holding him. He yanked his arms and legs and twisted his hips to try and get out of place. His muscles were lazy and unmoving, and as logic hit him, he found that he was bound pretty tightly. The ropes holding him were thick, heavy coils of cord that he could not break or bend. He could not make himself see and found himself praying for light.
                  “Don’t hurt yourself, Ethan,” drawled a voice. It was low, but confident and crisp at the same time. It was the voice of a madman, the voice of someone confident in his abilities and his insanity. It was a voice that he knew.  It was the voice that had haunted his nightmares since he was a small, scared boy. It was the voice of the man who had kidnapped him when he was only six years old and oh so scared. He no longer prayed for light when the prayer was answered. A light was flipped on and he found himself looking anywhere but at the man. He could not see him again!
                  He desperately scanned around the room. It was a dark building with wooden walls. It seemed to be an apartment of some kind. It had been an apartment building that the man had held them in the first time, but that one had been long ago demolished. He saw crumpled figures on the floor. He counted eight. They were covered with blankets, but they appeared to be human bodies.Were they? Oh my god. Were those dead bodies? Finally, he forced himself to look at the man.
                  It was Him. It was the man who had haunted his darkest dreams since he was six years old. “I know what you’re thinking,” the man drawled. His entire presence was a smirk, a pleased expression. “Yes, there are a few dead in this room. They died. All that’s left of my greatest experiment are four. There are the fires…” He gestured to the opposite side of the room, where two young, bound individuals looked at him, terrified. He could not make out their faces in the blur. They both had dark skin and he saw that their mouths were open, but he could not get anything distinguishing. He could not comprehend anything that told them apart from others. He shrugged his shoulders. “There are also the minds. I think that you two are the ones. You have to be.”
    “What do you want?” Ethan growled. His chest heaved as horror gripped his throat. It was as though something was gripping him by the throat, sinking it’s claws into the flesh there.  It was in the very core of his being, eating away at him. It was acidic, eroding at his insides before he could figure himself out.
    The man laughed jovially. He was so happy, so excited to be doing what he was doing. The smile that lit up his face was huge. “I want what I always wanted,” he explained, although his words explained absolutely nothing. “I want to fulfill the goals of the Celestial Centerpoint by elevating humanity to the next stage. You are part of the next stage, Ethan.”
                  “You’re crazy,” Ethan declared. “You’re absolutely crazy.”
                  “Yet, because of me, you are extraordinary,” the man laughed. He smiled brightly at Ethan and then looked around the room. When his gaze returned to the bound young man, he spoke again. “You cannot doubt my abilities when you know what you are. You are what you are because of what I made you.”
    Ethan had to admit to that, although he was still adamant that the man was a psychopath. He was just a psychopath with abilities. He had turned Ethan into something that logically