That void of space, that vast empty chasm. It bother him still, even though he was far from that wretched place. He had nothing, but the clothes on his back, and the monster inside of him. No memory hit him, nothing of his past. A few weak visions of people talking perhaps, but that could easily just be the scientists. Allen sighed as he listened to the sirens, and the sound of people. News crews, and random people on the street. All itching to see what had happened, though the amount of blood should be noticable enough. Allen smirked before standing up, and walking away. Hell, he didn't even have a home. He was squating in some abandoned apartment, atleast it looked abandoned. The door itself was locked up tight, and he had only found it when he escaped the lab. He had been searching for clothes, and broke into a window from the fire route. Once inside he grabbed whatever he could find, which was some torn jeans, a stripped shirt, and a hoodie. After putting those on he looked around finally. He very well could've been in a aristocrats room with the people on their bed, drinking tea. Allen wouldn't have cared. Instead of seeing that, he saw a gloomy room. Dust settled all around, with a small mattress in the corner. The door was bolt from the inside, so he assumed someone had left via the fire escape. Since then it had been his home, and it looked little different then when he had found it.

Allen had never really bothered to figure out his powers, he knew it was some kind of genetic thing. The scientists had rearranged his DNA, adding some substance or another. He could barely recalled everything. So far, he knew he had a couple interesting powers. Such as the spiked arm, and the powerful punch that he could deal. Not to mention when he could change his entire appearence, into that armor like body. Though he wasn't entirely capable of controlling everything yet, except for the first two arm mutations. As he walked he made his arm mutate, and he smirked. Knowing that it was this mutation that was keeping him alive, but he wondered for how long. Wouldn't the government want such a creature as he holed up, rather then free to destroy the world as he pleased. Allen looked up as he watched an airplane fly by, low to the ground because the airport was close. His plans had already began turning in his mind, about destruction and killing. It only seemed natural. After all, why should he care about humans. He wasn't one of them, not any more. Allen wondered though, if he had any family. If he knew anyone in the world. Then he wondered if he really cared at all, if it was better to just ignore thoughts as those.

Allen sighed as he gripped the side of a building, and jumped off. Swinging as he went, he rolled into his apartment. Which had very little necessities, such as a fridge, or food for that matter. He had no electricity, but he did have water. Which he supposed was a good thing. Allen cast back his hood, and looked around. "Home sweet home.." He spat, smirking before relaxing into a chair.

[>.< Ok yes it sucks lol]

Falling, just endlessly falling. Not even just into a pit of pitch, but the water around him was dark. His mid length dirty blonde hair flew about his face, obscuring his vision occasionally. Like a ragdoll he fell, but at the same time he was still. What is this? He could breath with no problem, even though he knew he was surrounded by water. Yet, it wasn’t water at all. More jelly like, though he could flow freely through it. Visions blurred and he shut his eyes from the sudden light above him, illuminating his surroundings. As far as he could see, he was in some kind of cylinder. Outside of it was dark, though he could see movement. His dull eyes looked about the cylinder he was in, and then he closed his eyes. He couldn’t recall anything, not who he was, why he was there, let alone where he was. Everything was blank, hell he couldn’t even remember his own name. Nothing matter to him now though, he was in some tank filled with some kind of liquid. Surrounded by glass and what ever else was in the darkness around him. He flinched at a sudden bright light, and he looked out of his container. The light pierced through the darkness, and showed him what appeared to be a laboratory. Along with a couple of scientists from what he guessed, panic struck his eyes as they darted about. He felt paralyzed, the only thing he could move was his eyes. Which looked over each person in his view, while they in turn also looked at him. He could tell they were talking, by the way their lips moved and the mumbling he could hear. How he wished he could shout at them, ask where the hell he was. Then, as suddenly as the light burned into his eyes, it shut. The darkness invaded around him, and he closed his eyes to it.

“Get lost, buddy.” The voice echoed in his head, as he coughed up some water. The ground was wet and slimy, not to mentioned covered with dirt and small rocks. Digging small craters into his palms as he attempted to sit up, he spat out some more water. “Fuck you.” Allen growled, glaring at the male in front of him. Allen stood and looked around, before narrowing his eyes at the sound of a click. A switch blade, which made Allen smirk. The guy had no idea who he was messing with. The attack came, and Allen sidestepped and tripped the male. Watching him fall to the floor this time, his usual grey hues turned dark and a sinister played across his face. Allen raised his right arm, as the male below him turned and glared. Of course that glare turned into fear, when Allen’s hand begun mutating. It became all black with what looked like scales, which spiked out all over. “What the hell are you! Freak!” The guy spat, then began coughing up blood. Allen pierced his arm through the male’s stomach, smirking as the blood poured. “You made me this way, human. Your kind brought about your own doom.” Allen said, drawing out his arm. It changed back to his human arm, and he continued to smirk. He began walking away, before suddenly climbing a fire escape to the roofs. Allen lit a cigarette and looked around, he sat down and smiled. Waiting for the sirens to start ringing, it wasn’t the first time someone died in an unexplainable way. He wondered if people found out about the scientists yet, he knew the government already knew. Which meant it was unlikely that the public would know, they would only be informed at the last second. When the president is already hiding away, safe and sound, while the entire rest of the country burns. What a pathetic leader he was. Leaving his country to die, while he survives. For only a bit longer then the rest of them, Allen intended to destroy the flakey leader as well. All in due time. He tossed the cigarette and looked around, hearing the sirens ringing, one of his favorite sounds.

Who am I? Where am I? And what the hell is happening! He knew he could get answers from the scientists, but he doubted they’d give it to him. Soon enough, the numbness in his body wore off. Occasionally, he was brought out of his container. Only to do more tests, physical and mental. It wasn’t long before he started feeling weird, as if there was more to him then he thought. Then the change came, while he was in his container. Lights poured into his container, and he could see a whole room full of people. Not only scientists, but military. He blinked and continued to look around, as he heard the mumblings of conversation. Suddenly, it started, he realized what they were all there for. A show, a scary one at that. He winced as his body trembled, and he felt pain everywhere. What the hell? He screamed in his head, before suddenly he felt something piercing through his skin. Or rather, out of his skin. A yell broke out of him, one that only he could hear. He watched as his body began mutating, becoming black and then growing scales. Within half an hour, his entire body was mutated. Like a skin tight armor, full of sharp black scales. His face was covered by what looked like an old knight’s mask. His breathing was heavy, and he looked at his body. He could hear gasps and mumbling, as his sightless gaze went to the people beyond the glass. He moved forward, and pressed against the glass. Making a few step back a bit. He raised a fist, and slammed it against the glass. Which got a few shocks from everyone, but he could see some man reassuring everyone. Anger surged through him, as he slammed against the glass again. Then, his arm mutated again. It enlarged, and the scales pinned back. He blinked before looking out again, seeing that even the scientists were afraid. Your own fault. That same fist pulled back, and suddenly the glass shattered.

[I guess you can just start by your training or whatever xD After your post we’ll time skip a little to where he really starts killing lol Hope this is good]