A young man woke up to the sound of snapping fingers in front of him, he weakly lifted his head up and saw to whom those fingers were connected to, "You aren't done with Christopher." Said the man coldly, Chris bowed his head and scoffed inwardly, he hated when people called him that. He looked around him and remembered where he was, a small white room, it was cramped, smelled like decayed bodies, and the bright white walls blinded him. There was a small and meek light fixture above, it cracked and buzzed occasionally, it's dim light barely shined the room. Chris look ahead, he was sitting in a cruddy white metal chair that squeaked and groaned at the slightest movement, there was a small white table in front of him, cracks decorated it and writing scratched the surface from; 'This is hell!' or 'Thus I refute thee'.
He checked himself, looking down at himself as if to make sure he was tangible, his hands were tied behind the back of the chair and his face was covered in a mask of sorts, a silver metal mask covering his face, more specifically his mouth and nose, it left his eyes open but black shades were placed over his eyes. This was to insure none of the 'doctors' got caught in Chris' illusion, he can trigger the illusion by sound or by making eye-contact. He looked at the 'test subject' in front of him, an older gentleman, he had a beard with gray streaks at the end of it, his hair was disheveled and hung in his eyes, his eyes were crazed and glazed over he too was confined in his chair. They wanted to hone in Chris' abilities, and in order to do that he was to trap a convict in an illusion and torture him to the point where he confesses to his crimes (he was found not guilty by the doctors of this place in exchange he 'volunteered' for this experiment.)
It isn't that Chris couldn't do it, he has been trying for over 5 hours, no breaks, no chances to rest, he was exhausted to say the least, his eyes burned with pain and the pain radiated from his head all the way over to the rest of his body.
The doctor who was clad in a white lab coat, was in his 40s, he had a shiny balding head with little hair on his sides. His face was sharp and bird-like, he looked tired and bored, and large round glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. He leaned in forward and pulled off the black shades from Chris's eyes, he avoided eye-contact and scurried out of the room.
Chris sighed heavily and felt his warm breath bounce of his mask and hit his mouth. The man across him bounced up suddenly, then a voice was heard echoing in the room, Test Subject Number 456-700A, please stay awake, if you have trouble doing that we will administer small electric shocks to you, thank you. A dull and almost robotic voice stated that every time the man fell asleep, he looked around the room and struggled out of his seat, "Let me out of here!!!" Screaming at the top of his lungs he had no reply, as he looked around the room he made on fatal mistake, for one brief second he made eye-contact with Chris.
In that second he caught him, the man woke up to find himself in an empty field, tall green grass surrounded him, the spring sun shined down on him, and a gentle breeze caressed his weary body. He plopped on the floor and looked up at the sun content with life, he soon realized he now had the body of a 6 year old, and that this field was his grandfather's farm, he smiled as the sun warmed his young face.
The warmth became hotter, with each second the heat intensified, he opened his eyes and the bright sun nearly blinded his eyes, his body felt incredibly hot, feverish, no even worse! He got to his feet and began to run but it seemed the sun followed him, running and running he had no escape, soon his back burst into flames, dropping to the floor he tried to smother the flames but the entire field was up in flames, he cried out in pain but the fire continued to burn. Looking up at the once blue sky that became blood red he became terrified as an image of a young woman appeared on the sky, the woman he killed. He cried out in pain, screaming until his throat burnt sore, looking at the floor he saw his skin was melting off, "OK FINE! I DID IT, I DID ITT!!!!" The young boy screamed and with that the field was gone, the older man dropped his head on the table, his throat was sore and his back felt hot, though that was an illusion Chris has complete control over the person's body so he can make them feel real.
Chris was exhausted as well, he watched as the man dropped his head on the table and began to drool, he passed out from the illusion. He felt something warm and wet race from his eyes down to his chin, blood.
He used his powers to the extent where his eyes began to bleed, he leaned back and became startled by the sound of an alarm, looking weakly up to the wall he noticed the time, E-early.
The doctor ran in the room to check on the convict, "Impressive, it only took you 4 hours 32 minutes and 45 seconds to break him, you are still too weak, if your initial illusions were as terrifying as the one you used to break him you would've been out of here a lot faster. Don't be so considerate of other people's well-being fool." He said coldly, he turned to see Chris's head down and blood dropping from his eyes, he grabbed his head and pulled it up worried he might've died, another mistake.
Chris started the illusion the second he made eye-contact, in two seconds the doctor fell forward unconscious, Chris, breathing heavily, jumped in his seat, he pulled his hands away from the chair and was free. He fell forward and untied the ropes confining his feet. Wiping the blood from his eyes, he removed the metal mask and he broke through the door and sprinted down the hallways, "All right, guards should be coming right around the corner... Now!" Muttering to himself he was correct, he did a somersault and jumped over three guards surprising them all.
The first one swung his baton at him, he ducked underneath it, performed a sweeping kick knocking him on his back and punched him on his chin, the other two ran forward, but Chris whistled catching both of them in his illusion, in a second they fell over unconscious. He wasted no time and continued running, turning a corner he bumped into a boy that was helping another one, knocking him down he fell over on top of him.