Part 1-Colors
In a world plagued by homelessness and death, an alarming number of young individuals found themselves living on the streets. Rescued by the mysterious Sam Corporation, they were taken to one of six experimental laboratories. The first facility engaged in two separate experiments. One involved shape-shifting, with every participant failing except for one. Sadly, this sole individual perished and was cast into a trench designated for failed experiments.
The second experiment involved creating giants, and they succeeded with two subjects. Curiously, one of the subjects was also intended to be a shapeshifter. To prevent this boy from growing, they employed electric shock treatment, which resulted in his hair turning white. Meanwhile, the black-haired boy they had discarded was not dead; he rose and fled.
The second laboratory experimented on children, granting them the ability to astrally project and use their powers of persuasion.
The third laboratory empowered children with the capacity to control light and possess omnipresence, allowing them to exist in multiple locations simultaneously.
The fourth laboratory created children with diamond-like hair and bestowed upon them psionic abilities, enabling them to wield mental powers.
The fifth laboratory granted children the ability to emit sonic screams and manipulate the elements of water and earth.
The sixth and final laboratory focused on children with the innate capability to acquire knowledge without the need for formal study.
Each laboratory conducted experiments on twenty children, with ten subjects dedicated to power development and ten to other aspects.
Twelve children, long forgotten, awoke from their slumber. Each of them bore a distinct hair color, either given to them or present from birth, and a corresponding color label. The first one to wake was the one with black hair.
Emerging from slumber, the boy found himself in a pit surrounded by a group of boys who shared a striking resemblance to him. Fear consumed him, and a piercing scream erupted from his throat. However, he swiftly covered his mouth upon hearing footsteps approaching. Instinctively, he feigned death in the hopes that the intruders would leave him undisturbed. To his relief, they eventually departed.
In a shed-like lab filled with tubes, a black-haired boy stumbled back, his head throbbing with newfound confusion. Fragments of memories flashed through his mind, leaving him disoriented. As he cautiously approached one of the tubes, he noticed a brown-haired boy inside, seemingly lifeless. An eerie chill ran down his spine, and a haunting realization dawned upon him—all eleven children in those tubes might be dead.
In the depths of the facility, the brown-haired boy inside the tube awoke in a state of panic. "Hold on, I'll free you," uttered the black-haired boy determinedly. He swiftly seized a pipe from the floor and shattered the glass with a resounding crash. The brown-haired boy let out a piercing scream, inexplicably awakening the others as if he were their beacon of hope. Together, the black-haired boy aided the brown-haired boy in escaping the confines of the tube, bringing them one step closer to their long-awaited freedom.
"In response to the black-haired boy's plea, "Let's free the others," the brown-haired boy responded, "Alright, let the silver-haired one out, but cover your ears." The black-haired boy shattered the glass encasing the silver-haired boy's tube, releasing him. The silver-haired male then let out an ear-piercing scream, causing all the others to cover their ears as the glass shattered, freeing the rest of them from their respective tubes.
"Okay so do you guys have names?" the black haired one asked as they all climbed out of their tubes. They all just stood there shocked and confused as to what was happening. How did they get in this dirty shed like building inside of those tubes? The last thing all of them remember is living out on the streets of the town of haze. "My name is black" the black haired boy said, trying to offer a small smile.
" I think whatever name we did have is gone and those colors are our names now" the brown haired one said. They then heard a loud thunderous scream. It got louder and louder. "I think someone is hurt," black said, running outside to see this huge white haired boy crashing out of a circle shaped building that used to have a dome on it.
"White" Black said, turning into a small black bird and flying over to him. Black changed back into his human form. "Leave him alone, stop electrifying him" Black said trying to stop the men from hurting the white haired one. The others at first were hesitant but they went to help him save the white haired one.
The purple haired girl had her hair throw the guy electrocuting the white haired one by hitting them with it. "Come on white lets go" Black said once again changing into a bird for the huge boy to follow. "Hey Black that won't work, he needs to be smaller" the green haired one said, being beside Black and on the ground at the same time.
Part 2- numbers
These experiments were born for war, twisted into something far more dangerous than anyone had imagined. Sam — self-proclaimed king of the City of Haze — had taken control with ruthless precision. He kidnapped Yuri, a brilliant scientist, holding him hostage to bend his genius to Sam's cruel designs.
Under threat, Yuri was forced to create weapons that defied ethics, devices that could manipulate minds, implant chips directly into people's brains, and turn the innocent into tools of control. Fifty orphanages were converted into factories of despair, each child replaced by a lifeless doll under Sam's command.
Sam controlled them all. Every movement, every order, executed without question. And Yuri, powerless but alive, was forced to watch as his creations became instruments of tyranny — proof of how far one man could warp the line between life and machinery.
The City of Haze had become a cage of neon and steel, where fear and obedience were law, and the echoes of the children — human or otherwise — haunted every alleyway.
Sam's experiments promised godlike power, but in the end, they failed.
Beneath the city, in a sealed underground lab, Yuri labored endlessly. Fifty children had been transformed into living weapons — dolls with abilities that defied nature itself. Invisibility, x-ray vision, heat vision, super speed, elasticity, ice manipulation, telekinesis, precognition, phasing, reality warping — every power imaginable had been grafted into them. Some could open portals, control animals, duplicate items, manipulate gravity, even create hard-light constructs. Every child was meant to be unstoppable. Every child was meant to obey.
But the experiment did not unfold as Sam wanted. The children never awoke. They lay inanimate, shells of potential, as lifeless as the instruments Sam used to control them. Yuri watched in horror, powerless to fix what was broken, as Sam's obsession with dominance turned the lab into a tomb of shattered ambition.
Above ground, Sam's lair rose like a fortress: a small, unassuming building at the edge of the city, perched near a massive, twisting maze. The proximity to the lab meant Sam could oversee every detail, yet it was far enough to shield him from prying eyes. Neon light reflected off the maze's walls at night, casting distorted shadows that mirrored the madness within.
The city of Haze continued its rhythm outside — unaware of the horrors buried beneath, and the failure that even a tyrant as cunning as Sam could not fully control.
The abandoned lab had long been silent, its horrors buried under dust and shadows. But slowly, one by one, the fifty children began to stir. Eyes fluttered open, limbs stiff, hearts racing. Confusion rippled through the group — they had no names, no memories, only the echo of powers waiting to be claimed.
The first to rise was a girl with the ability to absorb powers. She instinctively drew energy from the flickering lights around her, feeling the surge in her veins. Around her, the others began to awaken — each with their own extraordinary ability.
A boy darted forward, agile beyond human limits, weaving through debris with the grace of a predator. Another girl's hands sparked as prokinesis coursed through her fingers, while a boy melted into invisibility, unseen yet aware of every movement. X-ray vision, heat vision, quickness, bite strength, elasticity, ice and air manipulation, telekinesis, precognition, pheromones, psychometry, power mimicry, teleportation, phasing, magnetism, density control, clone projection, invulnerability, weaponized hands, super strength, portal creation, animal control, reactive evolution, liquefaction, substance mimicry, paralytic shock, force field projection, immovability, plant and gravity control, possession, reality warping, item duplication, energy conversion, steel skin, electric manipulation, atmokinesis, self-multiplication, pain infliction, telekinesis, telepathy, healing, hard-light constructs, flight, energy blasts, power negation — powers surged uncontrolled, manifesting in bursts of light, sound, and motion.
Chaos erupted. The children stumbled over one another, their raw abilities flaring with every step, every gesture. Air whirled violently, ice spikes shattered the concrete, and magnetism ripped tools from the walls. Some tried to fight, fear and uncertainty making them lash out at the nearest living thing — even their own. Others instinctively protected, moving to shield those weaker or smaller.
Amid the chaos, the first glimmers of teamwork appeared. The girl who could teleport zipped between the most dangerous skirmishes, carrying children out of harm's way. The boy with flight circled overhead, scouting the lab for exits. A pair of children — one who could manipulate gravity, the other who could phase — discovered they could combine powers to clear a blocked doorway.
But conflict lingered. The Numbers, who had been assigned only numeric designations, eyed the newly awakened Colors with suspicion. Every flicker of power became a test — a challenge. Tensions rose with every manifestation, every burst of energy, until it was clear: survival, cooperation, and the discovery of their identities would be the only things that determined who would lead — and who would follow.
By the time the dust settled, the lab was a glowing, trembling monument to chaos and potential. Fifty children, each extraordinary, each terrified, stood together — not yet a team, but no longer merely victims. The City of Haze had never seen anything like them, and the world beyond the lab was about to be forced to notice.
Part 3- The Reckoning
The lab had barely begun to settle when the Numbers stumbled into the open hall — and there, emerging from the shadows of another wing, were the Colors. Their arrival was like a storm breaking over a fragile landscape.
Black, with black hair and greenish-blue eyes, shifted fluidly, his form flickering between human and monstrous, testing the Numbers with every subtle change.
White, his counterpart, glimmered with white hair and turquoise eyes, growing taller, broader, and then shrinking again, her shape-shifting ability as unpredictable as the wind.
Blue, calm and calculating, his hair and eyes the color of deep ocean, radiated an aura of persuasion — each glance a quiet pull on the minds of the Numbers.
Red, with flaming hair and eyes, drifted slightly above the floor, his form shimmering as he projected astral echoes of himself, striking fear and confusion into anyone who dared approach.
Yellow, golden-haired with bright yellow eyes, bent light around her, flickering in and out of sight, dazzling and disorienting alike.
Green, emerald-haired and eyed, seemed to be everywhere at once, his presence stretching across the lab as if he could witness every movement before it happened.
Purple, elegant with purple hair and eyes, let her hair stiffen into diamond-like blades, snapping and slicing with every flick.
Pink, soft pink hair and eyes, radiated a terrifyingly calm power — all abilities at once, her form shifting with every elemental, psychic, or physical force imaginable.
Brown, earthy and grounded, controlled wood with delicate precision, a violin slung across his shoulder, its melodies bending trees and splintering the floors beneath them.
Silver, sharp and screaming, unleashed sonic waves from his silver hair and eyes, the noise vibrating walls and rattling minds.
Orange, fluid as the tides, with flowing orange hair and eyes, played her flute while controlling water, streams and waves curling through the debris like liquid serpents.
And finally, Multi, a riot of colors from hair to eyes, exuded an innate capability, every muscle and nerve ready to respond to threat or chaos with unmatched instinct.
The Numbers froze, astonished and wary. Powers flared. Black shifted into a monstrous form, while Yellow blinked in and out of visibility. Blue's influence tugged at their thoughts, and Green's omnipresence seemed to stretch across the entire hall.
Chaos erupted. The Numbers lashed out instinctively; the Colors responded in kind. Red's astral forms collided with male heat vision, while Purple's diamond hair clashed against elastic limbs. Pink surged forward, her multiplicity of powers creating blasts and shields that twisted the environment. Brown's violin strings coiled around debris, tying up aggressors. Orange's water surged to shield and strike simultaneously. Silver's sonic screams rattled nerves, while Multi danced through the chaos, neutralizing attacks before they landed.
But amid the destruction, moments of coordination emerged. Two Numbers instinctively combined powers to stabilize a collapsing wall. Yellow and Blue aligned, bending light and thought to confuse aggressors, giving their allies a chance to regroup. Even in this chaotic clash, a strange order began to form — the first spark of teamwork, forged in the furnace of fear and instinct.
By the time the dust, light, and shattered fragments of the lab settled, both groups stood panting, bruised, and wide-eyed. The Numbers and the Colors, once strangers, now recognized each other — rivals, yes, but also mirrors of the same broken experiments, each shaped by power, fear, and survival.
And somewhere in the chaos, a quiet realization formed: this battle was only the beginning.
The battle had raged long enough. Powers flared, walls shattered, and the lab trembled with the chaotic energy of fifty awakened children. Yet the Colors had never truly wanted to fight.
Black and White, brothers bound by the same cruel project — Rising Star — stood at the heart of the group. Black moved with precision and control, his shapeshifting fluid and deliberate. White, however, struggled to contain the surging power within him. Every growth spurt, every surge of strength, had been forced through electric shocks by the soldiers — a method meant to train, but only leaving White exhausted and angry. He lashed out, not from malice, but from the frustration and pain of a body and power that refused to obey him.
Black placed a steadying hand on his brother's shoulder, murmuring a calm that White could feel but not always believe. Around them, the other Colors recognized the moment — the fight could end not with victory, but with escape.
One by one, they melted into the shadows, bending their powers to elude the Numbers. Yellow flickered with light and vanished, Orange flowed with water through broken walls, Multi blended into the chaos with innate instinct, and Pink surged forward, shielding her siblings from stray attacks.
The Numbers could only watch as the Colors slipped away, a blur of color, power, and will. In that moment, the lab — once a cage of cruelty and control — became nothing more than a fading memory.
Outside, the night awaited. The Colors moved as one, yet each carried their own burden: the knowledge of who had made them, the memories of pain, and the freedom they had fought, however unwillingly, to claim.
Black glanced at White, whose body still trembled from the shocks. "We survive," he said softly. "That's enough for now."
And for the first time, the Colors truly were free.