Through Red Eyes.
He awoke. He looked around His chamber, the flickering light the only source of light for Him. He sat up, cold in the room, steel walls surrounded Him. He sat up in His cot, looked to His food dish at the rotten meal awaiting Him. He didn't know what to expect from today, but He figured it would be fun...
They banged on the door, a gruff voice shouting, "Come! It's time for your workout!"
He stood, and walked towards the door, looking through the peephole at the mammoth that awaited Him, the ugly man outside the door grinned, "Don't you try anything funny, you'll regret it..."
He knew He would regret it, yet He grinned at the guard anyway, "What's the matter Paul? Your wife and you having problems again?"
Paul rapped his guard stick on the door, "Don't you probe around in my mind you freak."
He smiled, He knew how to get Paul's ire aroused. The steel door slid open, and He stepped outside, where nine armed guards awaited Him. Two stepped forward and promptly snapped the hand bracers on Him. He scoffed, they were just outside his power.
The guards prodded Him forward and He walked through the halls, His only clothing the orange clothes that had His serial number sewed on every part. As He walked by the other holding rooms, He could hear tormented screams coming from within. He scoffed, 'Cowards, take the pain, embrace it, soon it will be all you have left...'
He glanced at a door on his right, where she slept. He watched the door go by, sad to see it pass. Yet He continued on, the guards taking delight to hurry His steps and prod Him with their electrocuted rods.
They reached the massive elevator. It was the only exit from the holding tanks, the only way out of this Hell. They pushed Him in, and they surrounded Him, making sure He didn't try to focus His power on the way to the upper levels.
They didn't move on the way up, He watched the guards, reading them, they were scared. Fragments of light and shadow hit His face on the way up, He grinned with the shadow, the darkness, His old friend...
He opened himself to the darkness, let it flow within Him. It filled Him, fueled Him. One of the guards noticed and raptly cuffed Him on the back of the head, "There'll be none of that, or you won't see daylight again..."
He smiled, daylight, His old enemy. It would not pain Him to be rid of that cursed nuisance once and for all. He watched as occasional filters of the light came through the cracks as the elevator continually ascended. 'Oh, how I loathe that light...'
The elevator stopped, the large doors opened. He looked at the number reading on the screen above, it was the twenty-third floor. He knew this floor well, he knew all the floors of the facility well, yet this one was one of the only ones he enjoyed to visit.
The doors slid open, and a long dimly lit hallway stretched before Him. He felt excited, He knew what he was about to do, and He simply couldn't wait.
They marched Him down the hallway, passing door after door until they came to the end. It opened, and a large computer room was before Him. In the room were monitors of many kinds, and windows opening to the arena below. The guards pushed Him in.
Inside were three scientists, He recognized two of them, one was Jornhald Balster. He felt angry looking at Jornhald, His tormentor. The other that He recognized was Daimon Gerhand, a Tourian. Tourians were small, with large ears and rabbit like appearances. Jornhald, was a Daniar, a reptilian race that valued knowledge for power, oh how He hated Jornhald.
He now looked at the other figure. The other scientist was rather fat, and had four eyes. He knew the scientist, it was the fabled Jumba Jookiba, the man behind all the experiments that had been turned loose, everyone in the facility knew Jumba.
He smiled at Jumba, Jumba did not return the gesture. Instead Jumba turned to Jornhald, "So, what is being so special about this one?"
Jornhald motioned to the guards, "Put him on the elevator, let's show Jumba what we've been working on."
The guards pushed Him to the small elevator in the room, and removed his braces. They strapped Him into the small chair on the elevator. He got one look at Jumba before He descended, and thought, 'Oh, how I would love to see you bleed.'
The elevator descended, next came His favorite part.
He looked up at the room, and saw the three scientist conferring. Jumba seemed interested as he talked with Jornhald, Daimon seemed irritated, his rabbit like ears twitching nervously. His ultra-high frequency ears caught their conversation.
"Yes...his power is abnormally high," this voice from Jornhald.
"Hmph, I doubt he would last long against 6-2-6," this voice from Jumba.
"Why do you two do this? Why interfere with what nature has already provided?" this came from Daimon.
"Daimon, do not be a weak minded fool," Jornhald said bitterly.
"But this is too much, we do not even know if the Dark Hand mean to begin a war..."
"Daimon, come, show is about to start," Jumba said anxiously.
The elevator came to a stop, and the metallic ties on the seat were removed. He stood, and stretched, ready for His activity, ready for His fun...
Three panels opened in the chamber, and three others much like Him stepped forward. Though they looked nothing like Him, they were still His brothers, yet that would not stop Him from killing them if He wished. He didn't know their names, nor did He care to find out, He marked them with numbers, one...two and three...
A buzzer sounded, and the three charged Him. Number One reached Him first, and sent a punch to his head. He gripped One's outstretch hand, and twisted it in an obscure fashion, One screamed in pain. He saw Two advancing, and He gripped One and slung him around, and slammed the two together. Three was waiting, and once he saw that the others were finished, he moved in.
He knew that Three would be a harder battle, yet He was not worried. Three charged and they engaged, He didn't bother using His power, He didn't need to.
Three brought in a flurry of punches, but He wasn't afraid. He dodged all of Three's blows expertly, and brought a crushing blow to Three's ribs, breaking them. Three doubled over in pain, and He brought up Three's head, to kill him...
"That's enough! Drop him!"
He looked at Jornhald, 'Always spoiling my fun.'
He dropped Three and walked towards the elevator, and waited in the seat to be pulled up. The metal bracers locked Him in, and He rode to the top. The three scientist were still there, and when He reached the top, the armed guards grabbed Him and hustled Him for the door. He looked back and was satisfied to see terror in Daimon's eyes.
As they went down the hall, He could still hear the scientist conferring.
"Jornhald, what have you done?"
"Hm, like it Daimon? He will be able to crush armies with a swipe of his hand."
"Jornhald," this voice was Jumba, "can you control him?"
"Hmhm, my dear Jumba, there's no need to worry. We have everything under control."
He laughed as he walked down the hall, 'Jornhald, you? Control ME? HA!'
They reached His cell. The guards pushed Him inside, "Now, you go night-night, okay?"
He smiled in the dark, 'Yes, soon, everyone here will go...night-night...'
The figure awoke. He stood in His room and looked around. He was not in the facility, that was behind Him.
He looked out His window, "It's time...Sparky."
He walked to where His black cloak hung. 'For now, I will prefer to keep my identity secret.'
The darkness swirled around Him. He thought back to those days of torment. The tests, the fear, the power...
The darkness covered him and sent him to his hunt...towards his prey...