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it was rather odd when they found him no he wasn't the things that was off, well he was off but rather that he was already in the facility and we don't quite know how. but we have deemed this as a breach of security and put the boy in a cell for interrogation.
he wasn't very large; I would say he must have been around the age of six. and another weird thing was that the boy knew us all by name; first and last.though it seemed to go by birth names not what you go by
he was brought through a pure white corridor to a grand door of grey metal that towered over the boy. weirdly the boys expression remained the same throughout; a great big smile as he stared at the guards that brought him to his cramped bland room with a wooden desk and a metal bet frame with a thin white mattress atop of it.
they usually wouldn't use such a room for this occasion but we didn't know how he got in or out. the boys hair was blond but looked like dried paint and his skin was covered in blue web like lines that reached from his ankle to his neck going no further than his elbow on his arm.
eventually a man holding a pistol walked into the room and aggressively started asking questions. like "who do you work with." and "how'd you get in here!" he yelled at the boy before the boy gave him a fed up expression "give me your gun." he said sternly while he retuned to his grim smile. the man suddenly froze like a statue for a full 5 dreading seconds. when the lengthy man like a puppet handed the slender boy the gun.
the boy fired the gun through the mans forehead. the man collapsed as the boy started to giggle hysterically; his laugh echoed through the heads of people in the building seemingly chosen randomly when the boy and several others fell like dolls and figures.
we managed to find out that only those who can hear his voice can be affected so he now wears a mask that limits speech and a jumpsuit to stop him from hurting himself
