Light hasn't entered this padded hell-hole in what seems like an eternity. This is it ain't it? This is what I am now. But what the fuck am I? A murderer... probably. I sure as hell ain't innocent. The way they treated me during that lobotomy confirms it. I jus' can't remember what I did. I kinda wish they hadn't missed when they readied the icepick. Bein' a vegetable would be better than wasting away as a one-eyed felon.

Hahahaa...

A familiar laugh echoes through my cell. Not this shit again. He won't go away. His damned voice jus' won't quit. Bunting is miles away, likely livin' the life, and yet I'm still haunted by him. Cringing, I cover my ears, gripping tightly to my hair.

Simply pathetic, no wonder you couldn't even save her.

Who is he talkin' about?! I pull my knees in to my chest. The girl I killed? I did it...right?

That's right. You did do it.

"Shut up.."

I pull at my hair tryin' desperately to get the voice to stop. As I do this, the door to my cell flies open, two guards in white armor come in. They tromp over to me, but I sure as hell ain't gonna give 'em the satisfaction of cooperating. They don't seem to care as they roughly hoist me outta my chair by my arms, and drag me out the door.

They drop me like a ton a bricks in the hallway. Fuck it's bright out here...

"On. Your. Feet."

The gas-masked guard seemed to have said that. Narrowing my eye at him, I try my best to get my stiff muscles workin' again. I haven't moved in a while.

Jabbin' me in the back every few feet, as if I'm walkin' too slow, they lead me to an empty washroom. I get it. They wan't me clean. Heh. Fine I guess.

Without sayin' anythin' they toss me new clothes, a grey t-shirt and black jeans, a towel, and soap. At least they let me keep my boots... I do my best to catch all that they're throwin' at me.

"Change. You. Have. 180. Seconds."

Frowning at that robot-talk, I face the mirror and take in a breath. Rubbing my chin I inspect myself for the first time in... I don't even remember. My hair is growin' down past my shoulders now. Even worse... I seem to be goin' grey. I ain't that old... right? Whatever.

Peeling off the bandage around my right eye, I inspect the damage. Shit. I can't even open my eyelid. The memory of both my brown eyes workin' together is faint. Ah well.. Fuck it then... I finish washing up and put on my clothes just before Mr. Roboto comes back in.

Again, they drag me out into the hallway, and continue to push me towards another room at the very end of the hallway. They use some sorta keycard to get inside this room. It's pretty large, about half the size of a regular gymnasium. The walls aren't padded in this room though, and there's two doors. Odd.

"So... why'd ya bring me in here?" I turn to face the guards.

One of em takes out a syringe, and before I knew it my face was pressed to the wall along with the rest of my body. Must've been the other guy. Mr. Roboto jabs my neck with the syringe.

"Agh! Get offa me! Jeez, what is this stuff?!"

With one arm, guard number two pushes me over and they both leave closin' the door behind 'em. Rubbing my neck to get that nasty feelin' outta my muscle, I struggle to stand back up. I really gotta start movin' around more in my cell.

"Sh-Shit.." I sputter as my muscles twitch in my neck. What the fuck did they put in me? My arms startin' to shake too, I look at my hands. Now my fingers are twitchin'. God does this shit hurt...

Doublin' over from the pain, I land on one knee. I groan a little as I watch the veins in my arm change about three shades darker. Shutting my eye tightly, I wait for the pain to subside.

It took only about three minutes, but now I'm all woozy. Standin' up and staggerin' like I just had a couple pints I head over to the glass wall on my left. It's one way glass... I can tell, I remember seein' 'em in the place I used to work. I musta been a policeman er somethin'.

"Hey!" I call out, "Hello!? Anyone in there?"

The door opposite of the one I came through opens. A hulk of a guy, dressed in the same thing as me, but at least ten sizes bigger, steps through, and the door closes behind him. He looks pissed. He also kinda looks like a Rasta man with his long ass dreads... The guy's gotta be at least a foot taller than me.

I shuffle backward, my arms raised, "Hey man, I don't know what I'm doin' here but... we're friends, right? They got ya stuck in here same as me an-"

"We are not friends."

I didn't expect such a rich voice to come from a man of his appearance. Lowering my arms, I stop moving backward.

"What's this about then...?"

He swings his tree trunk of an arm outward, parallel to the floor. A flash of light and a metallic sound, reveal a lance the size of him in his hand. He grips it so tightly, that I half expect it to snap.

"What the hell...?"

"How does it feel to murder a child...?"

"Murder a.. what?!"

Then it hit me like a slap to the face. That little girl... I was stationed in another country. I think. Glaring at the man, I grit my teeth, "How did you know that...? I didn't even remember that..."

Lifting his lance, he bellows, "And how did it feel to violate her before she died?!" He slams the weapon into the ground, and a gust of wind blows me into the opposite wall, knocking the air out of my lungs. The wind stops and I land on the cold white tile.

Coughing and gasping I stammer, "A-as if I know! I-I don't even remember my name... much less anythin' about my past.. Why the hell do you care?!" Gettin' up again, I hold my head, which feels heavier with all this shit he's tellin' me. Chuckling at the strange circumstance I'm in, I lean against the wall.

"This is not what I am here for, however. I have no authority to judge you for what you have done. I am here to get you to fight back." He returns to his previous, soldier-like position, as his brutal anger fades.

I must be losin' my mind. "Look man, I can't fight you. I don't even have a weapon, whaddaya want me to do... punch ya?" I raise an eyebrow, I am certainly not prepared to go toe to toe with a guy this big. Especially with that big ass lance he's got.

"I know not what you must do. But I get to leave this place if I win." He replies smiling.

I roll my eyes and sigh bending over with my hands on my knees. "Sure, bub... I'm sure they'll let you out."

Growling, he charges at me, spinnin' the spear with extreme force. Holdin' my breath, I slide under his legs and scramble to the other side of the room. That didn't fool him, he spins, and grabs my foot before I can get very far, tossing me into the one-way glass. I can feel it crack a little as my body collided with it. This time, I really can't breathe. Mouth open wide, I desperately try to regain my breath before he can get to me. Too late.

His wide hand takes hold of my neck as he lifts me off the ground. His face inches from mine, as I kick wildly, completely at his mercy. His purple eyes staring deep into mine, he hisses, "I said... FIGHT BACK." At this, he drops me into the pile of glass shards.

Expecting the sharp cutting pain of the shards, I cringe, but it never actually happens. I open my eye, to find that I'm floatin' like a balloon at the exact height of his shoulders.

"Holy shit..!" I exclaim waving my arms, as if I'm losin' my balance. It's strange not havin' floor to stand on. I don't have much time to question this though. Usin' his lance like a baseball bat, he swings at me with a low growl.

I dunno how I did it... but I was right next to him, and now I'm not. It's like I phased, from one end of the room, to the other. Laughin' delightedly I say, "Missed me." I'm startin' to like this weird superhero shit. I just might live through this one.

I see what's goin' on here. Sorta. Those science bastards want me to use these superpowers just like this dude. They gave 'em to me with that stuff they put in my neck. Aight. Cool. I can do this... Just how the hell did he make his weapon appear?

There's a screech of an intercom overhead,

*Good work, Xaldin, now finish the job.*

"HaHa! There we go. Now to eliminate you, and earn my freedom."

"H-hold up, eliminate..?!" I say as I slowly flip upside-down. Well this is unexpected. It's much easier to stand like this though. Runnin' on the ceilin', huh... Wow, this is a little tiring.

As if this Xaldin guy was made of air, he picks up speed with an alarming force. Before he can reach me I appear on the other side of the room yet again. Hey, there's no shame in retreat, right?

"Get back here you rat!" He bellows as he's right on my ass yet again. He is damn fast. Running on the ceiling as fast as I can, I try to flick my wrists and summon some sort of somethin', anythin' to help me against this guy. I was focusin' too much on bein' a goddamn magician to realize that he tossed his spear at my legs, causin' me to trip, and fall back to the floor.

Awkwardly, I fall to the ground, twistin' my leg a bit. I turn to get on my knees, and try and muster the strength to stand, yet again. It seems the bastard summoned yet another lance, cause he threw it like a fuckin' javelin, right at me. Thankfully his aim ain't that good, cause it just grazed my left cheek before sticking in the broken tile.

Ignoring the blood trailin' down my cheek I rolled onto my back and kicked myself away from him, using his lance that stuck in the ground as a springboard. Just as I backed myself up to the wall again, sitting there catchin' my breath, I realized Xaldin wasn't chasin' me anymore. He was jus' standin' there, head down, looking really... really pissed.

Xaldin slowly raised his arms as winds picked up and swirled around him. Is he makin'... Yeah he's makin' a fuckin' tornado. The vortex began to pull me in, but I tried my hardest to hold tightly on the corner of the wall.

It was no use, I was sliding closer and closer to him as he used what seemed like all he had in a desperate attempt at freedom. Looking down, I felt somethin' familiar in both hands. Two guns, pointy ones at that, were there. I didn't remember doin' anything to get 'em there, but I didn't have much time to argue. I fired to shots at the tornado of doom in front of me. No luck. I didn't wanna kill the guy, but what else was I supposed to do?!

I unloaded all I had in each gun, until I was close enough for his hand to shoot out, and once again grab me by the neck. He had me suspended in the air so tightly, I was forced to drop my weapons. There I was, slowly choking to death as a loud buzzer vibrated the room.

Next thing I knew there was some sorta gas spilling out from the vents on the ceiling, envelopin' us in a thick cloudy mist. Hacking and wheezing, Xaldin released me from his grasp as he fell to one knee. I had no choice but to take a big gulp of air, and almost immediately, I started to get a little woozy.

They're druggin' us again... I knew they wouldn't have let him out...