When Craig finally comes to, it's to the pain of dull throbbing in his head. He finds his gaze cast downwards at a white flooring and tries to move, but can't. His legs and arms seeming to be immobile for some reason. When he looks as to why, he can see that they are being held in place by metal clamps, also taking notice that his jacket was missing from him as well.

"So you're finally awake subject 123," a woman's voice says.

Craig looks around, but the room's features are hard to make out as a harsh light was obscuring most of it from his vision.

"Where am I?" he asks weary.

"You're back where you belong. In a confined place," the woman says. Craig squints trying to see who it is, but can hardly make anything out, "I must say, you gave us quite the chase looking for you. But we were able to get a good lead on your direction from some helpful surveillance footage."

"Who are you?"

"Ah, that's right. We've never truly met before have we? I guess you could say..." the woman walks closer with her arms crossed, now making herself much more visible to him in the light. He could now tell that she wore thin rectangle glass, that hid green eyes behind them, a white lab coat and had short brown hair. "I'm the one who created you."

"...What?" Craig says somewhat confused.

"Well, one of the scientists who helped create you anyways. I did play a rather large role in creating that serum, which in turn gave you your powers. So in that sense I created you in a way."

It takes a few seconds for Craig to fully process what she means in his still tired state, but as he starts to piece it all together, a glare crosses his eyes. "Are you the one who's behind all this shit?"

"You mean behind all the countless hours of research to better improve humanity?" she asks back. "Like I said, I'm one of the great minds who helped developed all this. But to answer your question simply. Yes."

"Better improve humanity? How the hell is experimenting on other people in such tortuous ways, for the betterment of humanity?!" Craig asks in disbelief, feeling anger build up inside of him at that.

"I guess to you, you would see it like that. But I was tasked to create something."

"Which was what exactly?"

"You." she replies, causing another somewhat confused look to appear on Craig's face. "Well to go into more detail," she continues, "It's what's inside of you that I was tasked with creating, your power."

"Why?"

"Because we need people who have abilities or powers such as yours on our side."

"Your side?" Craig scoffs.

"Yes. You see, with the injection of the serum in to your body along with some others, it caused a reaction of sorts that fused with your very being, your DNA. And it's your DNA that we need in order to replicate that same ability or power in others who work for us."

"Our abilities and powers?" Craig glares as a thought in the back of his mind slowly starts to set in more. "What the hell do you need people with powers for?"

"Defense." she states. "We need people with powers and abilities as biotype defense for the future, if our country were to fall in to a world war break out. Which some of our inside sources tell us there is a high probability for that outcome. We have news that some other countries have already started with high end weaponry technology in the past some years and are still ongoing today. Which is a very concerning thing for our country. So me and some other officials were ordered to make some high end technology of our own. That of course ended up turning in to the serum. Which had very high enhancing molecular chemicals in it, like a super serum of sorts. However, what we needed was to test it on living things to make sure it worked the way we wanted it to. So we tried with animals at first, but signs were either unresponsive or they would die within a short amount of time because they were incompatible with it. And with the bigger heads of the government breathing down our necks twenty four-seven, we had to make the hard choice to start human testing. Which proved to be much more compatible with the serum rather than the animals. But of course, we still lost many subjects to the testing."

Craig stares at her shocked and in utter disbelief by all this, "A biotype defense?" he repeats and his expression slowly starts to harden, "Don't you mean bioweapons instead? Because that's sure as hell what it sounds like a lot more to me!"

She frowns a bit, "If that is how you chose to see it as, then that is your choice."

"I do." Craig states. "So what did you do? Just go around kidnapping random people and use them in your awful experiments?!"

"Well, yes and no," she says. "See, if we just went around taking whoever we please, then there would be an up roar all over the country from people. And we couldn't have that, now could we? So we only used those that wouldn't be missed. Like the homeless, or orphans. For some homeless we offered money to them. If they chose to come with us, they would be set for life. That of course was if they survived. Others we had to use a bit more... force to convince."

"And what about with the orphans?" Craig asks lowly, even though he had a sinking suspicion arising in the back of his head, he still wanted to know for sure.

"Well with them, we would go to their orphanage and talk to those in charge." she starts. "We would then offer them money in exchange for the orphaned, explaining how we would take care of them and take them off of their hands. And in most cases it worked, and they signed their rights over to us. The power of money is truly amusing," she smiles to herself and Craig's fists clench. She then looks at him, "Now that I think about it, you were from an orphanage weren't you subject 123? Yes, you were from one of the biggest orphanage hauls we had. Around 30 to 40 new subjects came from your orphanage. And what's more, we had gone to talk to the father in charge of your orphanage about five months prior to make an offer," she chuckles. "He took the deal so fast, it was amusing. And what was so great about it, was how far away from society it was and the fact that you all were already contained for us in that gated building. After the deal was made, from that day forth you all belonged to the government. So when we were starting to get low on test subjects, we just went and gathered you all for our new batch. Of course we needed to erase any evidence of there ever being an orphanage or orphans there after. You all basically never even existed as far as society knows."

The anger that was building inside of Craig couldn't stop. He had always known that father Joseph was a bit scummy, but he never would've thought he would sink to doing something so low and that would affect so many lives. And he couldn't help but wonder if all father Joseph saw them as, were living profits that he could make a lot of money off of after that deal. A part of him couldn't help but wonder how different his life might have been, if that bastard never took the deal. For one, there sure as hell would've been a whole lot less suffering.

"A lot of interesting results started to occur after we began our tests on the subjects from your orphanage," she continues. "We found mainly the younger subjects were showing positive signs to the serum. It seemed that those who were going through the developmental stages, had the most positive reaction to it. So while they grew, the serum in them did too, combining with their DNA. However, even though this was an interesting find to us, it wasn't what we needed. What we needed was a way to put those powers that formed, in to our soldiers and other means. And creating a biodefense that would take 18 to 20 years to grow, was out of the question. So we set on trying to isolate the responsive genes in the subjects and put them in to our soldiers somehow, but before we could start on the process... we had a little bit of a problem," she looks at Craig, her eyes narrowing on him. "I'm sure you're well aware of it. Seeing as to how, you and subject 122 were the main cause of it all."

When he figures out what shes talking about, he can't help but smirk to himself. The night that he and Kenny had set that other place in to chaos, and let out so many others like them was quite something.

"I'm surprised you're telling me all of this, when before all you people would do was ignore me, no matter how much I asked questions. And I can't help but wonder... why are you telling me this now?"

"Because I want you to understand, just how important it is what we're doing here," she says and then sighs. "I won't even go in to how much research was lost because of that incident from back then, or how much we were set back. I was just glad that we managed to save some research and get some of the subjects back. One of which, was subject 122. As interesting as the other subject abilities or powers were, subject 122 had the most useful one. The power to heal all types of wounds, and the ability of not being able to die. Of course the only set back is that you would still feel the pain of dying. But, that's something we're working on."

Craig's face hardens again hearing how she talked about Kenny, "Where is he?"

The woman looks at him, "Who?"

"Kenny."

The woman falls silent as if confused on what he means, then it clicks, "Oh, you mean subject 122?" she asks then turns and picks up a small scalpel from a side table. " You know for some reason, whenever you two subjects were with one another," she brings the small blade to his arm. "It seemed like disastrous things would happen as a result," she pushes the blade into his arm a bit and he cries out in pain. "I would've stuck this in your leg to take that bullet out myself but, it was already removed before you got here around a day or two ago. Pity," she removes the scalpel. "You know I ordered them to take you in alive, I wanted to deal with you personally."

"Why? So you could torture me yourself?" Craig spits out.

"Not exactly," she pauses. "You seem to have developed quite a destructive power over time. I think if we could harness it, it would be quite useful to us," she says and Craig glares at her. "Oh and if you're trying to use that power of yours now, don't bother. We injected you with a blocker so you can't use it."

Craig's eyes can't help but widen in surprise at that information.

The woman points the scalpel at his face, "Maybe I should remove one of your eyes for testing," she brings the sharp blade closer to one of his eyes. A sudden sound goes off and she looks down at her pocket. She sighs and moves the scalpel away, answering a small cell device. "What now?" she pauses, "Again?" she sighs again, "Fine I'm on my way," she hangs it up and looks at Craig. "Looks like this little conversation will have to wait till later," she places the scalpel back down on the table and turns away. "I must go and deal with another troublesome subject for now," as she heads for the door, she mutters out, "all the troublesome ones seem to have come from that place."

With that she exits the room, followed by a few others that were in there as well. She orders a guard to keep watch outside, before the door slams shut. Craig now found himself alone in it. His thoughts were still whirling with everything he had been told. After all this time, all these years, he had heard the truth. He wasn't sure how to take most of it, but one thing he did know and that had not changed was that, despite these delusional people thinking that they're doing some sort of good service here for their country. In his eyes, they were the real bad guys. It didn't matter how much they wanted to believe they were being helpful, they only seemed like greedy pigs with no remorse or empathy for causing so much pain, to so many people.

Craig tries moving his arms again, but only winces from the fresh cut on his skin. It was bleeding now and starting to drip from his arm. But he needed to get out, he needed to find Kenny. He wasn't going to just sit here and become another one of their experiments again. And blocker or no blocker, he was still going to try and get the hell out of here. He looks at one of the restraints on his arm and tries to focus his gaze at it. Trying to summon that usual warm light feeling to build behind them.

I need to get out of here, he thinks to himself. An image of Kenny quickly flashes through his mind, the words of 'I want to protect you', echo loudly in his head. He focuses harder trying to reach for that feeling, a faint glimmer pulls at his subconscious and he grabs at it. I will get out of here, he continues to concentrate as he pulls the feeling more and more until— a faint flicker of something glows at the corner of his eyes. It spreads across his whole eyes and everything is drenched in a light. He pushes the light forward and a thin line of sparks shoot out and cut through the metal. He pulls his hand free and begins work on the other clamps.

Once he's free, he spots his jacket resting on a side table. He picks it up and puts it on, then heads over to the door. He sees that there's no handle on the inside of it and figures that it can only be opened from the outside. He wasn't exactly to keen on waiting for that woman to return with a bunch of guards though, he couldn't handle that many. However, he could handle one. He hits on the door hard a few times and stops when he hears a beep. He moves over to the side and a second later a guard holding a gun looks in. Noticing that Craig isn't there the guard is about to report it, but Craig quickly comes around the side and kicks him. The man hunches forward from the sudden impact and Craig just as quickly brings his knee up to the man's face. The man falls over to the floor and Craig picks up the gun, using the back of it to wack the guard unconscious.

Craig hunches down grabs the ID keycard from the man. When he stands back he winces a bit, telling himself that he probably shouldn't have used his injured leg for all that. He drops the gun and steps out of the room. Looking down the long hallway in both directions, he sees that the room he's in is pretty much the only one in that entire area, figuring that he was put in to a solitude sector. He leaves the room and shuts the door behind him, locking it.

Next he goes back to looking down the hallway, trying to figure out which way he should go. Unlike the last time he was here, he doesn't have someone to guide him through everything. In the end, he decides to just go with his gut and head down one way and hope for the best. Praying that he'll somehow find the other, and partially wonders if they could've placed Kenny back in the same room as before. If they did, then he might have a better chance of finding him.

…

Elsewhere in the facility, the female scientist arrives in a room.

"What's the current report?" she sighs.

"The subject is raging again. We've tried the blocker, still no effect on it," one of the others in the room replies.

"Did you try the airborne?" she asks.

"It's not yet complete so-"

"So? It's better than losing more able bodies to it. Use it now," she orders.

"Understood."

The person walks over to a set of controls and type a command in, then push a button. The room on the other side of the observational window fills and the raging subject thrashes about even more. Running into the window, trying to break it. It presses right up to the window, and stares in on it's onlookers. Almost as if glaring at them. It had wanted to tear them all to shreds, that much was clear as it growled. It's eyes then land on the female scientist that just got there and a loud snarl escapes it. In the next second, it slides to the floor and begins to lose consciousness. The woman just stares at the pitiful thing.

"Volorha!" a voice urgently calls.

The woman looks over at the one calling her name.

"It would seem that subject, 123, that was in holding has escaped. We just got word."

"What?! How?!" she demands.

"It seems like the subject was um, able to trick the guard and take them out. When the guard came too, they said their keycard was missing and that they are now locked in the room."

Volorha let's out a frustrated sigh, "And the whereabouts of the subject now?"

"We're not sure."

Volorha looks away annoyed, her gaze falling onto the unconscious subject before her. She pauses, as if remembering something, then turns her attention back on the others in the room.

"Move this subject to holding area 42," she orders. "I think I have an idea as to where subject 123 might be headed."