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Prologue: Escape
There is always a switch, a trap door, a self-destruct button. It is written to be so in every manual for conducting something of evil. All you have to do is find it and like pure magic you can transport yourself to better days, when mother use to rock you to sleep in your arms and all you felt was warmth and love. However you must never hit the switch next to the good switch, the evil twin. It sends on the red lights and alerts the evil to the mini good you wish to do.
They hate when you do good.
This skill to differentiate between the switches is a skill that must be learned through trial and error. Another error just occurred.
" Over there, check the corner over there!" A small man, petite and down right sickly flashed the flashlight over the four corners of the room. The whirl of the siren still blared into the night and all guards and half the experiments were on the look. The humanoid dogs created two years ago were let out howling and screeching into the night. The new pulse guns and light crossbows were holstered onto every guard. Re-capturing experiment number 1 was top priority.
No expense was to be spared.
" I don't see anything in here!" The other guard said back. Although he was a foot taller than the other guard he silently obeyed each of his orders with great anticipation.
"Keep lo-" His command was cut short by the strange gurgle humans make when the delicate skin over the throat is cut deep into the vital vain that is hidden there.
" Sir! Sir! Sir!" The other guard raised his gun quickly backing himself into a corner where he would have better viewing space of the room. He could sense something dangerous was hiding in there with him.
" Looking for me?" The body of the commander floated toward him. At first he was relieved, nothing had happened until he saw that his feet wasn't touching the ground and his commander's eyes didn't hold a spark.
" What is going on? HELP!" He screamed. The pungent smell of human waste permeated the room. He was desperate to live.
" No humor? Sad very sad, whats life without humor? Oh right, no life" A clawed hand reached out and before it was back at its side the poor guard fell dead, neck snapped to the ground.
Experiment 1 had escaped.