"OW!!"

A dark figure burst through a pair of white-wash swinging doors into a dark room. Granted they may have been originally bright white but now they were thick with grim and dust. The squeaking of a faucet handle being turned and gushing water was heard from the room. After about two minutes the water was shut off and light flooded the room.

The room was large with four walls the peeled paint and was spotted with crimson red spots. Against one of the walls there was a set of cabinets with dusty windows, but inside the cabinets there was an assortment of medical supplies that looked brand new. There were bottles that you filled syringes with, bottles that held pills, bottles of rubbing alcohol, gauze, medical tape, and an oxygen mask.

In the middle of the room sat an operating table. But this table was quite menacing. It was shaped like a normal table but had a few 'amenities' that distinguished it. A set of straps covered the head, middle, sides, and feet of the table. They were unbuckled at the moment but they looked worn as though something tried to break free. Above the table was a strange machine. It looked like an X-ray but had a dull point that stared into the table hovering a few feet above.

"Son of a-" came an accented voice from the other side of the room. A man stood by the sink that was against the other wall. He was a fairly tall man, he wore a lab coat, a pair of black boots, jeans, a tattered brown shirt with a green circle in the middle, and a pair of goggles rested on his head. His skin was pale and slightly wrinkled, his jet black hair was sticking out at odd angles, and grey eyes looked down at his hands.

He was gripping his left wrist which was bleeding, a large gash on the back of his hand. He walked over to the cabinets and pulled out some supplies.

He chuckled slightly as he began to bandage his hand. He shook his head with a smile, "Should've showed it what to attack instead of just saying 'attack'." he said to himself, his accent thick with South African culture.

He finished bandaging his hand and walked out of the room, following a short hallway to another room.

The room was large, but almost completely empty except bags hung from the ceiling-red targets upon each of them- a small form close to the door, a small pistol, and a dart. The man walked over to the small form. It was a baboon. It lay on the floor asleep, a metal contraption upon its head.

He shook his head at the slumbering primate and walked out of the room and turned into another room. Surveillance equipment lay all across the room, but it was turned off. The man flicked the light switch on with his good hand and the room buzzed to life. The screen that was against the wall slowly turned on, static slowly coming in. The man turned towards a table with papers spread out on it.

He picked up some of the sheets and smiled, something in his eyes gleamed.

"Now it begins" he said to himself and walked back out of the room.

The static on the screen slowly started to clear up. It showed a small figure sleeping. The figure rolled over in its sleep, turning its front to the camera. A green teenage boy sucked his thumb lightly as the camera continued to watch.