One blue eye opened slowly. All a blur at first as his vision struggled to focus. Slowly but surely there was a white ceiling. He heard a faint sound of beeping. A heart monitor. Where the hell was he? His head throbbed and he noticed he couldn't see through his right eye at all. And when he tried to reach up to see if something was covering it- his arm was kept down. He heard the sound of metal clanking lightly against metal. Handcuffs? He tried his other arm and even his legs. The very same. His heart monitor went up some.
And suddenly he remembered. It came like a sudden crash into his mind. It all came back, pain, suffering, grief, agony. Anything but happy emotions at all.
Matt.. His cousin fighting him. Slamming him and his cousin against walls, through them, hitting the asphalt and roofs, throwing up cars to hit Matt. The fight in Seattle. His mind on fire, unable to stop. The anger and grief consumed him, he wanted everyone to suffer, those weaker than him to die. To know that they were prey.
When he hit the street lamp and fell, hitting the car. Darkness consumed him for a moment. Yet he could hear, hear Matt. Matt was going to get him help, going to try and help him.. Or was it just to make him stop.
His eyes opened again and looked at Matt's back. Matt was yelling that he needed help, that he was hurt. He looks at his arm, burnt badly and bleeding. It hurt but he slowly stood up again. And for a moment he was confused, but again he felt the need to defend himself. Surrounded by police. Slowly glass from the bulb from the lamp as well as the car windows that broke when he fell began to rise.
A shot was fired and Matt screamed, blood leaking from his right hand. They shot him. "Leave Me Alone!" Andrew yelled and the cops and their cars were sent flying back. A pole hit another car and Matt ran and flew up, making Andrew follow him. Smashing through a sign and hitting buildings.
The two were together, fighting before he hit a statue and Matt hit the concrete next to it. Lights from helicopters shined upon them and he screamed out as red dots shown on him and in his eyes, hurting them. "No.. stop... no.." He once again began to get up, using his arms to pull himself up. He breathes in and out hard, using his left arm to shield his eyes from the lights as he looked up. What was he doing? He didn't want this. He heard Matt screaming and telling him to stop. To not hurt them. His name being called.
He staggered but stood. And hearing the words: Open Fire! Made him react on pure instinct. He instantly put up a barrier and the bullets were stopped, screaming in pain and feeling pain in his head, nose bleed barely noticeable. And he knelt down quickly, a force blowing dust up and pushing the cars back as well as the people.
He was screaming now, glass cracking from windows, cars, cameras- Shattering. The singing was being heard in his head and all around him, louder than ever before. It was agonizing. He could barely hear the cries of Matt anymore. He couldn't stop. He wanted to but he couldn't.
"Andrew! Don't make me do this?"
His head felt like it was going to split. He wanted to scream for help. Do what, Matt? He couldn't stop. Couldn't Matt see it?
And suddenly something went right through him. Knocking him off his feet. Pain and his eyes look down at the large spear sticking out of him and into the street. Blood turning the grey colored spear red and dripping onto the ground. His eyes widen.
"If you did that, you know what I'd have to do"
Seems he now knew what Matt had to do...
Was he in some kind of Purgatory. Forced to replay this over and over without any hope of change?
But he blacked out again, be it from what was pumping into his veins or just his body refusing to allow him to stay awake.
His eyes slowly open to strange colored.. water? Or was that just the glass making it look so. He was floating. The water or whatever it was was oddly warm. A oxygen mask covered his nose and mouth and were connected at the top of the cell.
He caught the blinking of a red light that showed every once in a while. He was being filmed. But.. He was dead, wasn't he? Shouldn't he be at peace with his.. Mother. He couldn't think straight. It hurt to think. His eyes looking down.
"Subject 0003 is awakening.. His mind is showing signs again that he is alive and gaining consciousness.- Oh god, his eyes opened"
..? He heard the man's voice. Light, a little shaky and had a stutter. But he couldn't focus. His eyes just looked down.
"You have your orders. Keep him asleep. We could lose him- The wound is showing signs of healing but the internal injuries can bring consequence.."
He could hear their voices. This one was cold and uncaring. But Andrew couldn't try to even think of anything more before he breathed in a smell that he knew was bad. But he couldn't react and soon it was darkness again.
Subject 0003. Andrew Detmer. Was forced into a coma-like state. Making sure he wouldn't re-awaken. But there are times he did awake from it. Only for a minute and was put under again. The doctors feared him as they examined him. Fearing even in this state, Andrew could harm them.
Finally they left him alone in the cell. Allowing his wound to heal. They still had questions as to why he was alive and had these powers. He was nothing like Subject 0002. Nothing at all like that one.
They wanted to unlock the answers that could lead to immortality and these powers. And how Andrew and the other two boys had managed to have lived through what had happened. And the found footage they had recovered from an anonymous person in Tibet.
It was now the year of 2014. Two and a half years after the incident. And they had come up with no answers. And wouldn't risk waking up the Subject. They could barely keep the cells of the other two strong enough. And this Subject was to different. Had his mind in tact.
Richard Detmer swore up and down that he never thought that the little fuck was a real freak. In the end, he was charged with child abuse to the full extant. And even if he did leave prison, no one would dare look at him the same again.
There was another question that also remained. How has Andrew survived such a blow, yet the other. Steve Montgomery had not. Theories went that it was because of the maturity in powers. The longer the three had at developing their power. The faster and stronger they can get. In Andrew's case he had more power than the other two. Steve had unlocked the ability to fly. And Matt, he seemed to hesitate in using his power. Making him weaker than the other two.
And since the battle that took place in Seattle two years ago proved it more. Because Andrew should've been dead from the gas explosion and the battle should've killed him as well. And yet, he was breathing and alive in that cell. Hooked up to machines that made sure that he remained a non-threat. There were just so many questions. To many.
And they have yet to find a trace of Matt Garetty. He has been helping people by witness reports and some camera footage that appears on Youtube and other websites. Which is quickly removed from the site. No one was to ever know it happened. That it was just a movie. Nothing more.
And they were very happy that there were actors that happened to resemble the boys. And Seattle was quickly silenced, never allowed to tell. Those that try get laughed at or in trouble.
It was just to be seen as a Found-Footage Movie. Nothing more. Just a entertainment thing. No person will ever know of the truth. That there were people with power, that there were ways to become stronger. They refused to have another Apex Predator. Andrew would be the first and last..
And Andrew's one blue eye opened again. And this time, no one was around to see he was awake. Even the brain waves looked like he was still asleep. And he waited, pretending the drug still had an effect. That his body had built up an immunity to it. His body had healed but remained sore. Scars were all over his arms and legs as well as some parts of his body, neck and slightly along the right side of his face, where his right eye was a more grey color and he couldn't see as great through it. That was a sign that the healing process can only go so far.
He bided his time. He had heard and listened, unable to fight back. Being weak and that in turn made him know who next to turn his wrath upon. But he waited for the right time to escape. And escape he shall...