As the rays of light began to permeate the blinds, Faction stirred for a while and got up.

The clock said seven thirty.

"Damn, It's too early," he muttered.

He threw on his gray cargo pants and was down the stairs quick. No one else was up.

"Good," He thought, No one to ask questions.

He went towards the kitchen to get some cereal. He hoped they had some.

He went over to the sink and looked into the window to see his reflection. Someone was behind him. Whoever it was reached around his neck and started to squeeze. Faction thrashed around, and they crashed into the china cabinet-the glass shattered.

They continued to scuffle.

"Come on you fuckers, don't tell me you didn't hear that," Faction thought to himself.

He punched his attacker hard with his elbow. He noticed that it made a metallic clang. He also noticed that his elbow now hurt like hell.

Suddenly, a sharp pain hit his neck. The assailant released his hold, and Faction kneeled on the floor. He pulled a small dart out of his neck.

"What the...hell?" Faction said weakly, before he lost consciousness and slumped over.

When he awoke, he was in a dark room, chained to the wall. He hurt all over. Then the heard a door open. Some guy wearing a weird costume came in. His apparel looked as if it had been fashioned out of aluminum sheeting.

Faction looked the person over and then he noticed the dent in his abdomen.

"You," Faction stammered with rage, "You are the bastard who attacked me."

"That is affirmative." The thing talked in a voice that was what one would imagine a fax machine would sound like if it talked.

"The damage you sustained to my abdomen was impressive," The thing continued.

"You are truly a prime specimen."

It was then that Faction noticed the knife the thing brandished in his right hand.

The thing began to approach him, slowly, as if to torture him.

Faction could feel the cold steel press up on his neck. He could fight against small arms, but not while he was chained up.

"Do not crap yourself, human," The thing said.

"We would not wish to kill our prize trophy...yet."

The blade then moved to his arm. Faction had to bite his lip as the thing cut off a small portion of his skin. Tears welled in his eyes from the pain.

The metallic being then took the piece of flesh and put it in a small plastic baggy. It then took some gauze and wrapped it around the bleeding cut.

"You are fortunate your skills were deemed...adequate," The thing said.

"If not, I would have simply killed you."

Faction strained against his bonds, but it was to no use.

"I await the moment when I am given the order to kill you."

Faction smirked.

"You may get the order, but you will fail just like this time."

"Don't push me boy!" The noise tank's voice was still monotone, but his anger was obvious.

"Pray I don't take samples from another area!"

Faction was a little worried about what he meant.

The thing walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, shrouding the chamber in darkness.

Faction continued to try and break his bonds.