I wake up with a slightly less intense headache, and I slowly stand up. I wince slightly from the pain in my arm, but it wasn't too intense. I see a tray inside my cell with water and some kind of mush in a bowl. I hesitate, but my growling stomach forces me to eat the tasteless gruel. "It's a good thing that I'm not a picky eater." I mumbled to myself. I polished off the bowl, and silently sat cross-legged in my cell, just breathing deeply.

The door to my cell was opened and the huge guard once again grabbed me by the arm. I hissed in pain because that was the arm with the chip implanted. I was dragged down the halls and was once again in the sadistic doctor's lab.

"Ah, Subject 67, nice of you to show up." He said gleefully. I simply nodded and he scowled at me.

"Say 'yes, sir' or 'yes, doctor' whenever you are spoken to!" He snarled.

"Yes, sir" I said blandly. He continued on with his thoughts.

"Well, you seem to be an interesting subject. Perfect health, not a scar to be seen. We usually have prisoners or slaves who no longer behave in the facility, but I think you'll be different." He went on. "Because of your health, why don't we start out with a double dosage."

I shrunk back slightly and he notice. "Don't worry, only half of those who have gotten this have died immediately. Those who survive usually die a horrendous and painful death" He grinned with a maniacal look in his eyes.

'There's nothing I can do I suppose, so I might as well go with it' I thought glumly. He grabbed a needle from his table, and filled it with a blue-tinted liquid. I was again locked up in the contraption which held all of my limbs in place with me in an upright position. I looked away as I had never really liked needles. The needle was stuck into my arm, and the liquid was put into my arm.

I was holding back as best as I could from screaming, as the liquid was searing into my arm. I let out just a groan of pain, and my eyes watered. My jaw was clenched so as to not betray the pain that I was feeling.

"Now that wasn't so bad, wasn't it?" He sneered

"N-no, sir." I responded haltingly.

"Good, a quick learner. For that, you won't be punished." the doctor said too cheerfully.

I was let out of the contraption and dragged back to my cell. I was shoved in, and immediately, a wave of nausea consumed me. I was lucky that I saw a toilet nearby, and I rushed over to retch up my breakfast. In between bouts of vomiting, I would cough intensely as the bile burned my throat. My stomach soon calmed down and I sat in the corner breathing heavily and sweating.

I guess I must have passed out, because I wake up and sit up in my cell. Again, I sit on the floor and breathe deeply, as that is the only thing that keeps most of the pain at bay. But it was different this time from this morning. As I breathed, I started feeling a little strange. It felt like something was tickling my skin, and I felt slight flickers of something outside of my cell. I couldn't tell what it was, it felt like flickers of warm light.

I went deeper into my meditiation-like state, and soon I almost didn't realize that a flicker was outside of my door. The light seemed to glow in an angry manner. Very rapidly, and it almost seemed like the color... red?

I jumped, and my eyes popped open as the meal tray was slid into my cell. Again, it was water and the gross-looking gruel. I stood up and peered through my little window, and saw the huge guard sliding trays under the doors of cells.

As I was eating, I was thinking, which helped me ignore the gross taste of the "food" they gave me. If that flicker of light was him, what does that mean? Could that substance have given me a power of some kind? "I guess it's making me a biotic of some kind." I muttered with my realization. With that thought, I became somewhat excited, as I had always wanted to be a biotic. But at the same time, I was scared. If they gave me more substances like that, could my body tolerate it? And most importantly, would I be used as a weapon when I grew stronger? These thoughts haunted me for quite a while.

But, I thought, I could grow strong enough to free myself! That idea got shot down as I realized that I'm in the middle of space. Who knows where I was? I thought some more, and I came to the conclusion that I must grow stronger so I can deal with my overseers who would probably have no problem beating me to the brink of death. As long as I didn't die, they wouldn't care how much or how hard they abused me.

I swore to myself that I would grow strong enough to defend myself and wait for however long it took to be rescued. By Shepard or otherwise.

A/N: Thanks to Rosethorn for her kind review! And maybe she'll join Shepard's crew, who knows? (hinthint :P). As always, reviews are very much welcome! If it is criticism, please let it be CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Thanks! :D