How long has it been?

How long have I been here?

I… I can't feel my arms.

The blood… it dries, but never stops.

Please… please… help me.

That's all Savage's mind alone can muster, his vocal cords have failed him, the cuts only get worse if he tries to move. His body is stained with blood, not an inch is clean, only dry, cracked, oozing, everything but clean. It's been… one month, two months, he lost track after the skin on his left side sealed over his left eye. It tries to heal, but only melts. The bones in his wrists are visible from the continuous tug on them from the chains. He can only fall forward, making the cuts worse in his neck. If he tried pulling back, there's a good chance the skin would peel off. He has nothing left. His fight is over, but they don't stop.

What do they want from me?

They wanted fear. He lost all sense of terror as this became normal, yet during all this pain, all this sorrow, he was never afraid of them. Fear is true terror towards something that evokes anxious, unnerving, relentless terror, but he never feared for his life, no, he feared for those he cared about.

Suddenly, the world around him goes dark. He finds himself how he was before. No chains, no stock, no blood. He was the only thing visible in this darkness, except for a light in the distance. He begins to hear a faint noise, it seemed so familiar to him, but he couldn't remember. The endless days of torment stripped him of his mind, his sanity, nothing was left untouched. He wanted to know what the noise was. He moves closer to it, the light, the noise, it didn't matter. They drew him closer and closer until he sees someone, a girl, close to his age. She looks horrified, but he doesn't know if it's towards him or not. She lets out a desperate cry. "Please, help me," the voice echoes in the dark, "I don't want to die."

Savage begins to stumble, clutching his head as if its trying to tell him something. He hears the words repeat over and over in his head.

Wait… that's… who is that?

She begins to walk away from him. He follows, wanting to know who she is and what's wrong. She repeats those same words over and over again, and with each one, it's repeated more and more in his head. The pain in his head by this keeps him from getting close enough. Suddenly, a door slams between them right as he was about to grab her. He finds himself in the hall again.

Wait… I remember this… but… it's…

He wants to help her, more than ever, yet he doesn't know why. He begins bashing against the door, seeing at it has no handle. In the real world, his body begins to jerk violently with each attempt in his mind. The scientists become unnerved and ask for a security team to stand guard. Soon, twelve soldiers stand on the other side of the door into his prison, awaiting any signs of his escape.

He bashes against the door more and more, but the damage to his real world body stops him, and so he does in the darkness. He can feel every fiber of his being, quite literally, tearing apart. He falls to the ground in pain, leaving the darkness to envelope him.

Far off in the distance, within an old prison, sits many deformed humans. However, one of them remains sane, her back torn asunder as the flesh behind her right shoulder seems mauled. Next to her looks to be a restraint that was placed on her prior, seeing as bits of flesh still clung to it. It caused great pain to her, and the only way to stop it was to rip it off, leaving herself mortally wounded. She lets out a blood curdling scream that many couldn't hear, all except for one, Savage. The scream rings through his head, becoming louder and louder until…

He breaks the door within his mind.

A… Allison… no… NOOOOO!

His body stiffens for a brief moment. The scientists look at him through monitors in the room until, with unrelenting force, he breaks through the stock, smashing it to pieces, and snapping his chains, flinging them right into the cameras. The soldiers and warned to be ready. In an instant, the doors are bashed against, indentations left in them with each hit. With their guns trained on the doors, they wait. Finally, they give way. With one mighty hit, the doors go flying, slamming into five of the guards, the other flying horizontal, with such great force, carrying one of them with it as it lodges itself against the walls behind them, cutting the guard in half.

Savage slowly steps out from the darkness. Without warning, they open fire, unloading all the ammo in their guns until only the click happens. He was unfazed, the bullets were either lodged in or went through him. He looks up to the men. With his face obscured by tattered cloth, working as a hood, they could only see his red-glowing right eye and see the massive, spiked teeth extend from what remains of his mouth, overlapping the lips as they slide into grooves right behind the teeth, leaving only a toothy mau. He lets out a blood curdling roar before charging at them, his foot pushing down with such force for the first step that the floor gives way to it and cracks. He lunges for the nearest one and rams his hand through his torso, armor and all. The remaining try to reload, but Savage retracts his fist and focuses on two of them. Using the chains still attached to his wrists, he swings them around two of the guards' necks. He yanks with all his might, snapping both their necks and flinging their bodies against the others. Only three remain, but it takes only a second as he grabs one, flings him against another, and with the last one, jumps up and digs his mau into his shoulder, biting it clean off, leaving his body to fall. He spits it out and slowly, almost transically, begins walking out of the lab.

Anyone who remains dare not get in his way, fearing to meet the same fate. Suddenly, Savage stops, sniffing the air, finding it to have a familiar scent. He tracks it into one of the many rooms in the labs. At that moment, he begins praying that it was another dream, that none of this was happening. Yes, he was free, yes, he can have his revenge, but he prays the sight he beholds was fake, hoping everything would be, but it wasn't. On a dissection table, he finds the remains of his brother, no blood, no tears, perfectly sliced bits with the head in the center. At the corner of his eye, Savage sees the man responsible for this, cowering in the corner. "P-please, it's not my fault. S-she made me do it?!" he pleads for mercy, but his cries go without a second thought as Savage grabs him by the neck and crushes it without issue, the flesh squeezing between his fingers as blood rushes out the stump, leaving the head with a permanent expression of terror. Compared to his brother's, he seemed peaceful, as if he was sleeping. His eyes were closed, almost like this was a trick where his real body is under the table with a hole at the top. Dream, fake, trick, none of this was true, it was reality. Savage grabs his head and slowly cradles it in his arms. He lets out painful wails of a dying beasts, the best his damaged vocal cords could muster aside from a roar. He sits there, almost motionless, until a sound awakens him.

Save her… she lives…

The disembodied voice of his brother rings through his head, only a sign of mental break down. The only good thing about was that it reminds him of who's left, Allison. Before leaving, he uses all his strength to bring the walls down, tearing them apart, causing the room and all within it to be lost to the rubble. He leaves with a muttered good bye under his voice, hoping to find salvation from this personal hell.

Savage makes it across the bridge, leaving everything behind him to find Allison. He relies on any sign, any scent, any clue now, to find her. He runs through the forest, ignoring the creatures that dwell within as they gather and give chase. Painful memories flood in as he looks at them, each one someone from the village, others strangers, the people of the island, all used for these inhuman experiments. He soon finds himself in a small town, destroyed buildings and creatures everywhere. Suddenly, one swings him away with a mighty tackle. He barely saw it coming before it happened. The creature towers over him, an obese pile of flesh and metal rammed through a body acting as a torso with bloated arms and legs. In one arm, it holds a giant kiln-like drum with gun powder lining it and a torch in the other. The only thing hidden was the head, bulging out of a case surrounding it, along with cloth, all soaked in blood. It lets out some sort of war cry before lighting the gun powder and blasting a fireball straight at Savage.

The blasts hits him, his body becomes engulfed in flames. The creature begins screaming again, unaware of Savage, jumping out from the flames, and landing on the creature's head, using his full force to knock it down. As it tries to get up, Savage, gripping the cage and using his newfound strength, pulls with all his might, ripping the head off. He turns to the other creatures and uses the head as a wrecking ball, flinging them across the area. Only one remained, one far larger than the others. It's body seemed welded together with metal sticking out and a literal pipe where the gut should be. The face is obscured by a metal mask, and it wields a makeshift axe with welded metal, barb wire, and half of a circular saw for the axe. The creature swings several times, trying to hit Savage, but he manages to dodge each one. With the last swing, he grabs the axe below to blade and yanks it out of its hands. He swings it into the creature's knees, causing it to collapse. He grasps the pipe and yanks it out, pulling what's left of the organs in it. The creature lies dead. Before leaving, he decides to take the mask off. He stares for a moment as the creature it Borsh, or what's left of him. Savage bows his head with regret and pain, knowing he has lost another friend. He wastes no more time and continues his search.

She's alive… she's alive…

His brother's voice continues to ring through his head, becoming more irritating, maybe a sign she's near, or his mind unraveling. Soon, he finds a single structure out in the woods, an old prison with more soldiers, maybe with the last of the experiments, maybe with Allison. He rushes to the entrance, catching the guards off guard as he bursts from the brush. As he gets closer, he feels something pulling him into the building. He almost forgets about the guards as they unload on him, but he simply bashes them away along with the doors. With one dead, he heads to the other and crushes his head under his foot. Soon, he sees the horrors that lie within the prison, bodies everywhere, some in cells, other strewn across the place, over railings, through windows, blood everywhere. In a group of cells nearest to him , he sees bodies crushed by vices around their bodies, in one, the vice is removed, the body twitching with life as he hears wimpers from it. Soon, more creatures begin to gather, but none of them draw his attention as he looks to the body. He sees the flesh behind the left shoulder torn and mauled by removing the device. He can see the face… it's Allison.

Without warning, he bends the bars aside and kneels down next to her motionless body. He puts his head next to her chest, hoping for a sign of life, anything. He hears a faint heartbeat, but that's enough for him. Before he could do anything, the creatures, these savage animals of once human folk, surrounding him. He turns to them and lets out a blood curdling wail that stuns the creatures for a great deal of time He charges out and begins ripping them apart, using his hands, feet, and his mau of a mouth to rip them bit by bit.

He leaves nothing whole. He continues this for what seems like an eternity before he stops. They stare at him, stunned by the this savage act. With one blood-red stare, he sends them off as they back away in pure, primal fear, the instinct to retreat, the uncontrollable desire to run, something that exist in all animals, savage or human. He lets out and thundering roar that makes them run as fast as possible, as far from him as possible.

He returns to the cell and grabs what he can. Cloth, clothing, any medkits in the facility, anything he could use, before carrying them and her out of the structure, leaving the creatures to stare from the forest, never coming close to him as he walks passed everything. The village, the town, the deep forest, all the way to the hideout before he closes the entrance behind him with the large metal sheet.

Without rest, he tries his best to mend the wound, gathering any disinfectants to clean it and the most sterile gauzes he could gather. He looks to her face, almost peaceful in this coma-like state. However, that changes the moment he starts pouring the solution onto the wound. She lets out and pained scream before he places his hand over her mouth. She begins struggling, but stops as he mutters to her any calming words. " It's me… please… I'm helping you. It's me… Savage." She looks to him from the corner of her eye. Her tension drops when she sees him. However, she sees the torment he went through written all over his scarred face, including the melted left side of his face. She begins biting onto his hand. He realizes what she's doing, hoping he would allow this so she can clench something in her mouth to hold back the screams. He allows this, knowing nothing else around him is as soft, and he needs all the gauzes he has. He continues, feeling her teeth dig into his hand, but this pain doesn't compare to what he endured. It's almost like he can't feel it, seeing his nerves were badly damaged.

He does all he can, but the shock leaves her in a frail state, her body losing color, and blood, fast. Of the many things he gathered, he holds an i.v. tube in with the other stuff. He knows that without much blood, she'll die. He doesn't know if her body will accept his blood, but he doesn't want to do nothing. He finds a vain and begins the transfusion, cleaning the tips as best he can, but these people are use to this tough life, so if this works, she'll pull through.

Days go by, he changes the bandages as frequently as possible because of all the blood. Soon, it slows, even stops. One day, he finds the wound even closing before him, like the body's healing is accelerated. On other days, he noticed the same thing happening to himself, pulling out lodged bullets with the wounds closing almost as fast. It seems the blood worked. All he can do now is pray that she lives, he doesn't want to lose her, she's all he has left. She's his.

She's mine…