What was that bright light? Shouldn't it be dark? He could have sworn it was night time. He had been walking home from work. It's always night time when he's walking home from work. Now there was this bright ass white light piercing through his eyelids. He blinked them open until they adjusted; then looked around. OH shit. This was not work, home, or anywhere. This was a brightly lit surgery room. And whoa; his head was pounding. He sat up. He glared around the room, his eyes resting on a man in a lab coat. He opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out.
"Ah, Mr. Marros! I see you're up." the man came closer and injected Dean Marros with some weird blue liquid. "This will make sure you don't put up a fight. Now. I'll bet you're hungry. Why don't you go to the canteen for some fine delicious grub; okay?" he helped Dean out in to the hall where a big muscular man grabbed his shoulder and led him down the hall to the canteen. His brain felt fuzzy. And wasn't there something he was supposed to remember? Something about lights? Ah well.
He watched the heavy metal doors slide open and tilted his head, freeing his other eye from his hair to watch better. He took a step back at all the different faces watching him but the guard pushed him forward; causing him to stumble. He regained balance and wobbled over to the counter and got a tray of food. When he turned to look around for a place to sit he reeled back again at all the eyes. God, he felt those eyes. Every last one of them. His whole purpose was eyes. He felt the power in them; hell he discovered through eye contact that he could control people and when he practiced on his childhood best friend he ended up learning secrets too. The power from all these eyes were starting to make him nauseous though.. He went and sat at the far end of the room alone.