Oliver looked around. Where was he? He noticed he was chained to the wall. Tugging at them, the chains just made a clicking noise, refusing to budge. “Dang it.” he mumbled, trying to jog his memory on how he got here. Soon, a sound at the door made him jump a bit. A scientist looking person walked in, carrying a vial of a liquid that looked…off. He looked up at the doctor. “Who are you? Where am I? What do you want?” he demanded. The scientist just chuckled. “Drink this.” he said, forcing the vial into Oliver’s hands. “No.” Oliver said, “No, I won’t drink it.” he said. “Fine.” the scientist said, grabbing the vial, forcing the liquid down Oliver’s throat. Once he was done, he left the room, leaving Oliver on the ground, coughing. Then it started. Pain. Immense pain. Oliver screamed in agony as his whole body began to hurt. He could barely see, barley breathe, barely think because the pain was so big.”Make it stop” he groaned, before the world faded to black. Some unknown time later, Oliver woke. He felt…different. He stood, noticing the room seemed…smaller…shorter. He groaned, shaking his head angrily. He was going to make that scientist pay for what his did. Soon his rage grew, and he pulled on the chain, thinking of the revenge he was going to pull. The chains snapped in half, as though they were a blade of grass. Oliver stopped for a moment, startled, before looking into a mirror nearby. He still looked the same, ginger hair, around 12 years old. But he was taller, stronger. He was huge. He grinned, an angry, evil grin, and then broke into a sprint, knowing he could use his newfound powers to finish his revenge.
