I’m sure I felt the same way as a certain Canadian clawed mutant after he was experimented on.
I had a new skeleton, and there were abilities that were installed into me that I would eventually use.
“What did you do to my body?!” I yelled to Kingsley, Damon, and whoever was in that room.
“You don’t get it, do ya, mate?” Kingsley replied. “You’re going to be like me as part of Geneva’s new program. We have to protect some assets and usher in a new step of human evolution you know.”
I wasn’t in a comic book.
This was real life.