"Experiment 85 is ready for testing" a siren blared through the halls. Glaring at the door I knew would open in exactly 3.89 seconds. Bingo. Dr. Scott waltzed in like this was an everyday thing, which for him it was. "Look, you know what is going to happen, will you come on your own free will?" I shivered to remember the first months here, scalpels and metal rods into my skin. Pushing out of the chair, I slid to the door.
-Time Skip-
"Is it dead?" hushed voices sounded around me. Knocking out the two men above me, I growled "No matter what you have done to me, I am never going to be your 'it'." Barrelling into the door, I crushed to guards against the walls. Sprinting towards the exits, I remembered Tee. "Damn it!" Spinning on my heel, I steered myself towards her room. Coming to an abrupt halt, I smashed into the glass against her wall. Gaping at the slumped body inside. I saw the note on the wall, smeared in her blood. 'Slowly everyone around you dies, your family, your friends and now her. You will always be my PX3112, and I will never die. –M'
Spinning to caress Tee's dying body, I whispered in her ear "You will never hurt again" smiling at the ghost smile on her lips, I kissed her forehead and turned to the door. Tears smudging my vision I stumbled to the exit.
Gasping as I sat up, drenched in sweat. Clutching the sheets I took in my surroundings. Modern flat, corkboard of my next victims, everything was normal. Transmission from BANE Industries. Flashed across my vision. Open.
'PX3112, your new mission is ready. Rendezvous for your new identity at Chairman Meow's Emporium.'
Grabbing my worn leather jacket I stalked to the door. Throwing it open I saw the post-boy slipping a letter under the door. His expression was priceless. Snatching it open I shoved it in my pocket and slammed the door behind me. "Thanks Max!" I yelled behind me as I jumped down the stairs.
Soaked in typical New York rain, I arrived at Chairman Meow's Emporium at exactly 9:03. Early. Clearing the metal fence easily I landed in what appeared to be the dump of the place. Surrounded by trash cans and junk, I felt at home.
"Always early, you." The security guard called from around the corner. "Just give me the files, I need to get there in time. Not Belarus again." I muttered back. Hearing his chuckle I spun around. "Don't worry, its right here in NYC." Seeing my surprised expression, "No, I haven't met him. His amazing installations, X-Ray vision!" He hardly sounded happy.