Dear [insert appropriate name(s) of guardian(s)], It has come to our attention that your child possesses great talent, and is quite prodigious in their particular area of expertise. However, we cannot ignore your child's mental state, and have taken precautionary measures to keep them from causing any trouble in the future. Rest assured, they will be taken care of to the best of our ability, and will be taught many things. Aside from core subjects, and various others, your child will be educated on the proper way in which to behave in society, and their skills will be honed. Rest assured, by the time they leave the academy, they will be a sane, useful member of society. Uniforms will be provided. Boys will wear a blazer over white, button-up shirt, a tie, smart trousers, and smart shoes. Girls will wear the same, but have the option to wear a skirt instead of trousers. Blazers and ties come in maroon red and navy blue. My best wishes, Harold Johnson Head Teacher "Bored..." Though he was a boy of seventeen, Jonathan Adams could act immature to the point of seeming four, and maniacal to the point of insanity. Nevertheless, as was the case with all students at the highly-isolated academy, his mental state had caused him to be deemed "too dangerous" for normal society. He was capable of rational thinking, yes, but what shone through was his absurd sadism. from the laminated floor smelling faintly of floor polish and blood, to the table heaped haphazardly with Petri dishes containing various organ samples, to the entry in his diary that flat-out said that healing was "an unfortunate side-effect," the whole area screamed "psycho." However, while the odd splatter of red was present, the walls were largely an inoffensive pale green, supposedly to calm people. Not much good when the person in question experiments by electrifying a human heart to the point where it explodes. The lessons were due to start soon, and as the new students - or, in his words, fresh specimens - had arrived but the day before, bringing with them a plethora of slight and not-so slight mental disorientations, and a spectrum of different powers. New timetables would be issued, and while the new pupils were addressed by the Head Teacher, everyone else was free, within the rules, and as long as the came to their form room at the allotted time. Looking at his hands, Adams wondered what he could possibly do, if he was "cured." He had the power to manipulate light - he could project it from any part of his body, as if he were a torch. And though it was the limit of his power so far, he knew he could improve beyond frying ants with focussed light from his finger. His tea-coloured, mid-length hair combed half-heartedly, he lay incoherently upon the bed. With soft blue eyes and no menacing build to speak of (height and muscle tone being fairly average), he looked about as threatening as a dead squirrel. Specifically, the one he was vivisecting last Monday. With nothing in particular to do, he strolled out of the room, his eyes firmly focussed ahead.