Adrian wakes in a glass cell, his view only of a large laboratory with some very concerning equipment. He rises from the cot to see that he's been stripped of his clothing, a white jumpsuit with no sleeves and an insignia that looked more like a warped octopus on the right pectoral. He wore no shoes his feet bare across the linoleum.

Adrian contemplated what he did, what happened, how he ended up here. He panicked when he did remember, yelling and trying to find a way to break out, but the glass was far too strong to break. He thought about escaping but didn't know how to. He had no idea where he was in this ominous, bone chilling torture cell.

Soon men in whit lab coat bearing the same insignia as the one on his jumper looked at Adrian with curiosity, like he was an experiment, like he was a lab rat.

"Let me out! Fucking let me out!" Adrian yelled banging his fist against the glass until it hurt.

"If this is some joke, it's not fucking funny! I said let me out!" He punched at the glass backing away from it with two bruised knuckles.

"My, my. Look how feisty the boy is." One man in a labcoat commented.

"Fuck you!" Adrian yelled hurling spittle at the glass in disrespect.

"Hmm… he's far too belligerent to do this, but we are already behind schedule… gas the chamber and get the lab ready for operation."

Instantly all the rage and hate dissipated into fear, Adrian's eyes wide with terror.

A slight yellow mist waded down from the vents, billowing around the cell. The gas stung his eyes and burned his lungs. He coughed and gasped, trying to get away from the gas. He was oozing tears, saliva and mucus from his face, the gas absolutely painful and unbearable. He staggered to his knees as he gasped for air, hacking and coughing.

"Pl-Please!" He begged, eyes too watery to see.

"…Put him to sleep." The scientist said amused at Adrian's pain, before the vent vacuumed out the CS gas and replaced the one moment of clean air with a sleeping agent, and Adrian passed out, hitting the ground with a limp thunk, oblivious to the world.


Adrian screams as the pitch darkness of being unconscious clears with a stab to his arm, opening his eyes to near blinding light. He aches and clenches as he feels fluids being injected inside his veins.

"Awake already, rat. You don't stay under for long. We have barely begun." An elderly dark voice mutters over the boy. Adrian pants in fear as he notices his wrists and legs are restrained to the table he's laying on. He looks to the side of his arm, a needle sticking out, and the man holding on to it. Various monitors beep connected to his pulse, oxygen rate and temperature. The man is in a doctor outfit, medical mask covering his face, but his glare was all too menacing for Adrian.

"What did you do to me?! And where am I?! Let me go!" Adrian asks as his struggling to get out of the restraints gets him nowhere and only ends up with him having raw and now bleeding wrists.

"You'll find out where you are soon enough. And as for what I just injected, we'll find that out right... now." The man with a devilish tone takes the needle out, making Adrian cringe, and then turns around to pull out a Taser hooked onto a machine.

"Time for a test, rat." He turns the Taser on, but rather than a typical Taser static, it was supercharged. The blue and white static buzzed around wildly in the air. Adrian turned wide eyed and frantic as the Taser pointed at him and grew closer.

"Wait, no. No! NO!-" An agonizing pain surged through his body as the Taser touched his chest, his vision turning white, his chest involuntarily lurching forward, veins pop out of the side of his neck, his grit on his jaw enough to break teeth as Adrian writhes in pain, his vocal cords paralyzed, as he took the pain in silence as the man chuckles watching, visually taking notes.

Several minutes passed, and when the Taser was turned off, Adrian Brendan Scott laid dead on the table, his body twitching ever so slightly on its own still from the remaining electricity coursing through his body, while saliva escapes his mouth, no response given to the doctor's dismay.

"Hm, the activation compound needs the exact voltage and current to activate, however I'm afraid I have killed him...Hm, perhaps a bit more. He should start showing signs of the compound. I'm adding more, add it to notes." The man orders his assistant who nodded ponders as he fiddles with needles and tube as he glanced at the dead twenty five year old on his table. He turned Adrian's head to the side, his dead eyes unfocused and dull facing the wall.


A heartbeat slowly returned to the body, and Adrian laid motionless as life began to course back through his body. Adrian looked at the wall unable to focus was a poster, but his head was fried, unable to process what it said. There was an image of a skull with things around it. Adrian suddenly gasped and choked, trying to catch the air that had escaped him. He couldn't feel anything however, his arms, his legs, they were still going through shock. It scared him, to see, to hear, but couldn't move. Was he paralyzed forever? Were they going to kill him? Or would they continue practicing on him like a tortured guinea pig until he died?

"Wha...are...you...doing?" Adrian panted and swallowed heavily almost taking all his strength to think and formulate those few half- spoken words.

"More injections, more tests." The man casually said as he filled several needles, stabbing one into Adrian's arm. It scared Adrian when he saw the force the doctor thrusted the needle in, but dread washed over him when he realized he felt nothing.

The doctor roughly grabbed Adrian's face, Adrian having no reaction other than to try to just focus on breathing and trying to look at his covered face, as saliva slid from the corner of his mouth. "You died while I was still testing. Do not do it again."

"D-died?..."Adrian couldn't resist, he couldn't feel anything at least, but he was scared, frightened, horrified about what these needles have and these 'tests'. He went through needle injections one by one, followed by a pill forced into his mouth and down his throat by an uncaring gloved finger. Adrian had to take it all, he was helpless, trapped, numb, and weak, these thoughts plagued his head.

He felt like he was dead. But he wasn't he couldn't move, he couldn't feel, but he could hear, and see what was being done to him. Was this a nightmare? Was this Hell?

All of a sudden, Adrian felt burning sensation, and he felt this time. He cried out loudly in pain while his eyes were shut with pain, he had to bite down and prevent himself from screaming louder for fear of what the man might do. But he couldn't and he screamed, tear rushing from his eyes his screams, moans and protests echoing off the walls, reaching no one's ears but his own. The doctor was holding a blow torch to the palm of his hand, watching his skin bubble and blister before it blackened, finally extinguishing the flame, the room stinking of burning flesh.

"Still needs more time. The catalyzation of the compound and deoxyribonucleic synthetic grain is taking longer than I thought " the doctor once again muttered, and before Adrian had a chance to react, a gas mask was placed on his face. He felt drowsy tears still running as his energy slowly drained from his almost unresponsive body once again.

"P-please…s-stop." Adrian begged for his life.

"You're going to be very useful...rat." Were the last words he heard before everything went pitch black.