Zane
I could hear them speaking...
Hushed voices that clawed hungrily at my consciousness...rousing me from my blessed slumber.
"He shouldn't be physically possible..." I heard one vice say, it being extremely ecstatic, joyous. "This is so cool guys..."
I sat up, only to find that my accommodations were not tall enough for my sitting form; my head hit the roof of my containment cell with a dull clang.
"O-ow..." I murmured, rubbing the sore spot that had formed. "F..father...?" I called. "Where is...father...?"
The hushed talking stopped, and footsteps could be heard approaching quickly.
"Don't worry about your father..." One said, one with a scar over his left eye and reddish, spiky hair. "He is perfectly fine, settled in a room at the opposite of the facility..."
I approached the spiky-haired man, only to connect with solid steel bars. I gripped them, starting to become afraid.
"Let me see him." I requested. "Let me out of here!"
The ecstatic sounding one started to panic. "Oh man, oh man! He's starting to get mad. What do we do? What do we do!?"
"Shut up!" Said another voice, a low one, decidedly more mature than the others. This one had black hair. "It will be fine. Those bars are virtually indestructible-"
He ate his words when I began to pry them apart, attempting to crawl out of my cell.
"Shit!" Cole yelled. "Kai shoot him! Shoot him!"
The red-haired man raised an arm, aiming a gun-like device at my head and pulling the trigger.
My brain buzzed violently on contact, and I convulsed with the sensation. It had to be some sort of neural taser.
"Don't worry guys. I got him." He said.
And soon everything went dark.