Deep violet eyes fluttered under the fluorescent light, pain lancing through the being's body as he was laid time and again under precise blades and probing fingers. A finned tail twitched, the black scales flashing as mobility slowly crept back into latent muscle and sinew. Talons like that of a dinosaur's or a dragon's twitched, the black slaws catching the flashes of blades. Memories of words and shouted orders flitted to and fro in the being's mind, making his brow furrow slightly in pain.
Callsign 446-D7SF9
Name: Senka
Age: 17
Species: Metahuman- Naturally Born; highly enhanced by the ******* Corp.
Large black wings, leathery and strong, fluttered from their limp position on the experiment's back, and when he finally opened his eyes he came face to blurry face with a breathing mask and white hazmat suits.
"It's coming around… up the dosage to seven-hundred milligrams."
"Sir, if we up it anymore there could be complications to it's-."
"Did I studder?"
"…Up the dosage. Seven-hundred milligrams."
Darkness swam through Senka's blurry vision once more, and pain lanced through his chest when he felt something surge in his veins… until the steady if frantic beating in his chest stopped.
He couldn't even scream, the wrongness in the lack of the rhythm instinctively terrifying him to the ends of his mind.
"Go back to sleep, Senka," the cold voice cooed. "You'll be at your destination soon enough-."
Suddenly a scream, the sound of screeching and the smell of burning rubber. Everything seemed to flip on it's head and the last thing Senka saw before darkness filled his vision was the doors of his cell closing him in darkness once more, shutting like the toothed maw of a beast.
Then…
Nothing.