Act Your Age, Not Your Shoe Size! (AKA, Kid!Plot is Go!!)

[time_schizo]

Martini threw himself at the door once again, nails scratching along the metal as he scraped his fingers over them. No one would hear him. It was the middle of the night. Stryker had decided to punish him for destroying the camp in Africa, putting him in one beyond all other for him. Solitary confinement. His fingernails had been mostly ripped off

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[hellion_king]

Something was entirely wrong.

Scion was not sure of just what it was yet, but he knew something was wrong. The man had fallen asleep in his quarters with the copy of Watership Down open across his face, blocking the lights from his eyes. His eyes opened however , the sense of something was wrong pulling him from his sleep. Just a feeling , you could say. The telekinetic frowned, pulling the book down from his face before he sat up in bed, swinging his legs over the sides stand up.

......Only his feet did not hit the ground. Odd. X-13 was a whooping 6'1 in size. Why would his feet not touch the ground tonight. The blue eyed boy blinked blindly in the light, throwing himself down on to his feet as he softly landed, he felt his boxers slip right off his body and right on to the ground.

....Odder. What was even odder was that Scion noticed that everything seemed.... bigger to him now. He didn't know why, it just did. The boy frowned, making his way over to the closet and swung the door shut, to view the mirror that was attached to the back. And when he did his eyes widened.

Staring back at him was a reflection of a five year old self. No scars from previous battles, no expression of exhaustion in his face. He was... so young, so innocent looking. The telekinetics eyes widened as he stared back at himself, his hand running over his slightly chubby cheeks. This was... insane. No, this wasn't right. This wasn't right at all, X-13 was not back to his innocent child self. This wasn't fair, he could not go back.

And so with a slight whimper, the child grabbed a towel, wrapping it around himself as he went for the door, focusing and green flickered in his eyes. He stared at the much too tall door handle. It was when he was five that Julian began to develop his mutation, and the boy had to gasp, head reeling as he barely got the door to swing open. And so with the towel wrapped around his waist Scion took off down the hall, looking for Martini or one of the other team members he trusted for help.