Forty-eight:
Christian Cardinal
My first memory is the lab.
It was white, and sterile, and I spent most of my time in there. I remembered being led down a long, white hall to the lab by a man with a crooked nose, a round face, and dark, jet black hair. I was poked and prodded. The first several years of my life, I was made to do whatever it was they wanted me to.
That is, until they discovered what I could do.
After years of having been treated like a lab rat, the scientist who did the testing on me, finally figured out what my ability was. I remembered the day clearly. They gave me a picture of someone, sat me in front of a mirror, and the scientist said, “Concentrate Christian. Concentrate on the image. I want you to become the picture that you see pasted to t
