Light....it was all that filled the small cell, occupied by not much else but a sink, toilet, cot, and the slender frame of a young boy that sat curled up in the corner. Ever since he had woken up in this room Kage was assaulted hour after hour, day after day, by the blinding glow of the light that broke through the glass walls of the cell, a never ending torrent that kept him from really knowing just how long he had been locked up.

The first few days Kage had yelled and cussed at thin air, not knowing if anyone could hear im, or if they even cared, but the only contact he could recieve was when the small slot at the bottom of his cell door would slid open and produce what he could only guess was his meals, soon they were the only things that allowed him to truly judge how long he had been cooped up. Sadly as time passed he no longer had the will to shout and scream...and his meals now would just remind him of the hours of blinding tourture he had to endure, feeling as if his body was becoming beaten and drained by the burning light that washed over him, as if they were feeding on his very life to sustain there wicked glow.

Through the buzzing of the bulbs Kage could almost make out footsteps from beyond the door, 'Day 5....I wish they would just ki...' but the next sound he heard was not the normal sliding of the metal sheild that heralded his meal, this time it was the loud metallic 'thumps' of locks and the screech of hinges as the door slowly opened. Weakly lifting his head from his knees Kage wondered for a second or two if his torment was finally over, that maybe he had served his time and could finally go home....but he knew better than to trust that little voice....for it had been wrong more times than he could count.

"Get up Prisoner......I said get Up!" came the harsh gruff tone from a rather burly looking guard who entered the cell, and although Kage did his best to stand, being rather weak from the lack of sleep, it wasnt fast enough for the man, who reached out and seized the boy by his arm and lifted him off the floor, drawing Kage's face towards his till he could see his own reflection in the black sunglasses the man wore. "When I give you an order you obey....got it!" the guard yelled as he turned and threw Kage behind him, causing the boy to trip and fall through the door and out of the cell, "The Warden says its time you got some exercise, thinks your getting fat just sitting on your ass all day in your room." the man said with a laugh as he watch the scrawny boy slowly pick himself up from the cold floor. "How pathetic....and they gave you our highest 'rating', your nothing but a waste of time." he sneered as he walked passed Kage and checking him hard in the chest with his elbow. "Now get to the Rec Room....and dont forget to play nice."

Kage wanted to turn and face the guard, to reach deep down inside him and show him he was messing with the wrong man, to picture in his mind a fist or club smashing him in the face and off his feet...But there was no use. Even though Kage's shadow was splayed out below him...it might as well have been a strangers. Since finding out about his abilities the young boy stuck to the shadows like they were his best friends, feeling relaxed and safe in the darkness, but ever since he awoke in that cell Kage could feel something was wrong...and it was al because of the strange bracelet on his arm, now his very shadow, once as 'connected' to him as his own legs, was now nothing more than a silhouette again.

To hungry to fight and to weak to care Kage only brushed himself off and slowly made his way through the hall, passing a few tables were other inmates sat, not making eye contact less accidentally angering without knowing, he only wanted to put distance between himself and the chuckled laughs of the guard as he bantered with the others, not wanting to guess at the topic of there discussion.

With every step he took Kage could feel eyes boring down upon him, wither from the Guards or the other inmates he cared not, for he only wanted to be alone, to sink into a dark corner and hope that he could wake up from this...nightmare, but the insomnia only allowed the boy to watch the others as they passed...listening quietly as he heard one of the other inmates do his best to play one of the crude instruments they had been given.