It was dark. Very dark. He felt a very sharp pain in the back of his head.

The room was very cold, very silent. He couldn't sense anyone else in the room other than himself. All he could sense was one wooden chair, and a sealed door, which he doubted that he could get out of.

"Turn on these damn lights! I can't see a thing in here!" he shouted to the empty room, knowing exactly where he was.

The room he was in was a special interrogation room where the implanted soldiers were put in when they would need questioning. It was specially equipped however, with a special torture machine, designed for the easiest to the absolute worst types of torture imaginable. The room also had walls that were three feet thick, and were made of solid titanium.

"The lights are on. When you attacked that squad of soldiers, you received a rifle butt to the back of your head. The blow caused your optical nerves to become severed from the optical lobe, which is located in the rear of your head. So really, you are blind." Replied a voice from behind the double paned glass.

"Blind? What do you mean I'm blind. I swear, if I ever get out of here, I will kill all of you! I'll hang you up on a wall, and make you watch as I rip the skin off of the asshole that did this to me, inch by inch. Then I'll make you all choke to death on it! How does that sound?" he screamed at the glass, with true hatred in his veins.

Suddenly, thick metallic straps wrapped around his chest, arms, and legs which kept him from moving. A helmet was set on his head, and strapped tightly.

"Please try not to be violent with us, it could turn out to be more painful for you than you think. And besides, all we need to do is give you some minor reconstructive surgery, and you will be able to see once again. Its quite simple, and all you have to do is cooperate with us as we run some minor tests to see what drove you to your point of rage." The voice stated calmly.

"Why would I want to do that? When I get out of here, the whole world will know about this operation. That's right, it won't be much of a secret after that. I will even go as far as to sell myself to any enemy of earth." Screamed 82

"Well, then I'm afraid that we might just be forced to kill you. After all, our orders were to keep this project a complete secret, no matter what the case. In other words, we have the right to kill you if need be, and we wont hesitate." Stated the voice.

Suddenly, the helmet on his head began whirring, and the tests began. 82 tried his best to get the helmet off, but every time he tried to break the cuffs on his arms and legs, the tightened even more. There was no way for him to stop them now.

"As you can probably tell by now, the cuffs we slapped on you are the same type of cuffs used at mental institutions. Every time you try and break out of them, the get even tighter, to the point when all blood circulation is lost below the forearms. There have even been reports where the patients tried so hard, that their hands were sliced off by the cuffs. You wouldn't want that now would you?" the voice asked calmly.

After hearing that little slice of information, 82 sat perfectly still, and let the tests run. He figured that there was no point in resisting any longer, and they might as well have their tests. After all, he could always get them later when they weren't expecting it. Then he would have his revenge.

"Looks like all that I can do now, is wait until they put me back into my room, and then I can just break out again. Then I will find out who did this to me, and I'll kill him. I will put him through the worst torture he will ever feel. I'll make him sorry that he ever did this to me." 82 thought to himself.

"I might have been born at night 82, but it wasn't last night. The helmet we are using analyzes your mental patterns at the time you went postal on everyone, and it also tells us what you were thinking, and what you are thinking right now. So just to let you know, you will not be going back to your normal living environment, and there will always be at least two guns aimed at you, thanks to our new security system." The voice firmly stated.

"Damn you people. Damn you all. Fuck with me, and you will be sorry. NOW GIVE ME MY SIGHT BACK!" he screamed, his rage building with every word.

A small rod poked into 82's neck, and a powerful jolt of electricity ran through his body. The shock stopped, and the voice calmly came back over the speaker again:

"If you continue to resist, you will continue to be electrocuted. So please stop, and just sit still." The voice said.

"fuck you all. Fuck you all to hell!" he screamed with even more hatred than before.

Once again, the rod delivered an electric shock. The only difference this time, is it didn't stop. The shock just kept going.

"I suppose that you should know, that the tests are complete. But, due to your mental instability, and your now- constant violent behavior, you will be terminated. I wish it could have been different, but you just refused to cooperate. Goodbye." The voice said calmly.

The shock kept going until subject 82's vital signs disappeared. His body went limp, and the shock stopped. A team of armed guards walked into the room, and released the cuffs, guns pointed the whole time at his head and chest. He was already dead, but there was no telling what the implants could do to him.

"subject 82 is now deceased. Nurse, please record time of death as 1843 hours, with a cause of death being electrocution causing severe trauma to the nervous system, which caused death." Professor Landon, who was the man behind the speaker, said to the nurse behind him.

"Yes sir, right away." She replied, already on her way out of the room.

The soldiers carried subject 82's body away to the cremation area, where the body would be immediately cremated, and his ashes spread throughout an empty patch of soil surrounded by the plants and trees that kept the team of scientists fed for the many years they had been down there for.

"I just hope that this never happens again" professor Landon thought to himself.