Failure

Two men in lab coats are watching a few children play in a small room.

"Hmm.. it's been several years, but he's still not showing any signs of what we're looking for.. I guess it didn't work, after all. However, he seems to be extremely violent, especially against some of the better samples.."

Hahahaha, I sure was violent back then, huh?

A third man entered the room, and this time, it was Emil's father. He was still wearing the same uniform, and he had an bored look to his face. As soon as he saw him, the young boy attacked him without holding back. The boy was still tiny, and had of course no way of doing any kind of damage to a full-grown man. The father sighed.

"This boy truly is useless. Why did we waste so much on him, anyway? Can't we just give him some sort of repressive treatment and dump him on some colony so we won't lose any more resources?"


After that, Emil woke up. He was sweating badly and breathing heavily, with his eyes twitching and his heart beating quickly. The voice started speaking to him again, but this time, it didn't seem like it was angry, but sad.

I am you. You might not believe this yet, but this is the truth. You were abandoned because you were just like any other boy. This is not fair in any way, and I will find some way to get revenge on those that were the "good samples", no matter what they are. I will stay here, until you recognize what I am, and considering where you are, you might need me.
I heard the doctors at that institute talk about these "good samples" sometime. They apparently have a name for them. Newtypes.