I was born in a laboratory. My earliest memory begins there, surrounded by doctors. The room was too dark to see anything, at least with my eyes. It was cold as well not that I was bothered by it in the slightest.

"It's waking up!"

"Let's see if this one is successful."

A bright light suddenly shone down upon me as I sat up.

"Subject 121, stand up and move around. We've got to make sure your body won't deteriorate on us. And if so, the sooner the better."

What was he saying? My body feels just fine. I examine my hands and feet not quite sure what I should be expecting. If anything I felt great.

"It seems to be able to move just fine. Should we have it do the obstacle course now?"

"Yes, let's just get this over with. The sooner it's dead the sooner we can move on."

That time the voice wasn't sent through the speaker. I can hear them through the glass. Obstacle course? What the hell's happening? Suddenly a passageway opened before me. There were trees, grass, animals, and even sunlight. For a second, in the midst of my ignorance I was relieved by the thought of freedom.

"Enter the area before you Subject 121. Before you do, notice that there is a collar located around your neck. That collar will eject spikes that will decapitate you upon our command. We are releasing you into an area of this planet that we have quarantined. Do not attempt to escape. We will be examining your abilities throughout this course. If we are not satisfied with your progress, you will be terminated. Follow your instincts and you will survive. We will be watching your every move."

Yeah, you're telling me. Before I could even process what was happening, a chill ran down my spine as the door closed behind me. It wasn't fear, it was adrenaline. Something was coming for me. No, something was here. It moved quickly and remained camouflaged at that. But I could see it. I could feel it. But I didn't know how to fight it. So I did what any natural prey does, I ran.

I jumped into a tree and made my flight. As I jumped branch to branch it kept up moderately well at a distance no more than 10 feet behind me. I didn't have time to look back and examine my predator. All I knew is I didn't want to be caught. To my dismay it appeared I had reached the end of this succession of trees. I jumped to the ground and the beast had finally caught up with me. It was a creature about 15 feet tall. It was a grayish color, a trait probably obtained through evolution to allow it to hunt better. Its hands were humanoid, like mine except a size befitting a fifteen-foot beast. The strangest trait it possessed, however, was on its face. The beast had only one eye.

It stared at me for a second, drooling from the mouth. It looked around and picked up a tree that appeared to have fallen down at some point. I'm not sure why it felt the need to use such a large weapon given the difference of almost 10 feet in our size, but I wasn't the predator. Not yet anyway.

At this point putting together that things were about to get violent, I realized something. I ran earlier not because I was afraid, but because I didn't know what to do. Well, that's not entirely true. I knew what I wanted to do, but not how to do it. Every nerve ending on my body, every synapse in my brain, every hair on my head screamed for me to kill this one-eyed freak.

Almost as if in reaction to my realization, the creature swung at me. And it missed. Swinging something as big as a tree only gives you about one way to attack: a straight line. If I saw where the attack was coming from, I could predict the arc and avoid it. From the left it swung, I jumped over. Not even five seconds after my landing it swung again, this time from this right side. I didn't have time to think about thinking. Tired of defense, my body moved instinctively. Before the creature could begin its swing, I jumped up and onto its right arm. I ran up its upper arm, jumped, and struck it as hard as I could in the jaw. To my surprise, it flew into the nearby cliff. I was stronger than I thought, but not strong enough it seemed. The creature got back up to my complete surprise. Still thinking about the apparent pointlessness of my assault, it struck me. Hard.

I collided with a tree. This one still rooted firmly in the ground. I guess that makes two trees. The big guy hit hard. Blood ran down my face, in front of my left eye. What did they expect me to do, beat it to death unarmed? Anger flooded my mind. I wanted to kill it. I needed to kill it. It made a fool of me. Nothing else mattered to me. Before I could attack again, I felt something on my back. More accurately, it was leaving my back. The blob of whatever the hell it was formed itself into what looked like a small animal. It looked to be about three feet in length, including its tail.

I felt a connection to it. Almost as if it was waiting for me to attack. Listening to myself think for the past ten minutes had gotten me nowhere, so I decided to follow my instincts. The murderous ones. The creature crawled on my back and coiled its tail loosely around my neck. I ran towards the creature and baited the swing. This time, it came from above. I evaded to the side and continued to move in until I was almost directly underneath its head. Using every muscle in my legs, I jumped up and delivered a rather vicious uppercut to the beast. In that same moment the small creature that I spawned swung around my neck to the front of my body, coiled up its tail and used it as a spring to propel itself toward the beast. The beast fell over as my little friend wrapped its arms around the beast's head. Its gigantic hands unable to peel away at what I had spawned. In fact, before it got the chance to try twice, its arms went limp and it stopped moving. I guess that means I won?