Jason was allowed to begin coming out of his cell two weeks later. His shoulder was fully healed up and his feet are well on the mend so he was informed he could begin scheduling things to do. Of course, on the stipulation that he'd only be allowed to schedule those areas of only a maximum of three subjects were around at the same time. Speaking of the subjects, as he had been cooped up in his cell they had been operating normally as intended. Jason also noted when he looked at the rankings the mammals that had died or been unable to continue because of the brawl had been replaced.

Jason hadn't been too surprised to see that after all their captors had wanted the brawl. They wanted to see how they would react to the circumstances, how quickly they'd resort to their base instinct for survival, and what lengths they would go to survive. Jason bet they reacted just how they expected, why else would they have had more subjects in the back pocket?

Jason hadn't met any of the new subjects naturally, having been cooped up in his cell. He hoped it stayed that way, the subjects he had already met were more than enough. You know, since they tried to kill him and all. He highly doubted the new subjects would feel any differently about him at all, so with this new schedule, he made sure to avoid them. Since he was only allowed to be near three mammals he made sure if he was going to be put with others, it wasn't any of the new ones.

Of course, they could still potentially come out of the dorms or be handing in the commons as Jason was escorted to his chosen location in full restraints. But, he wasn't too worried about that since they wouldn't be able to interact with him at all. He was sure they knew of him, he was on the board, and on top of that, he killed a bunch of subjects and guards, on top of making an escape attempt. So as teenagers do he was probably a large source of gossip within the Facility.

Jason and been very meticulous with the times he picked to come out. If he came out during the day it was at mealtimes so no one would be around but a sparse few. For those mealtimes, he chose to do it an hour or two after general meal time so he'd eat by himself. He'd pick the farthest and darkest corner of the room and take a seat facing the entrances, on the rare occasion a mammal did come in they rarely noticed him. But normally Jason picked to come out at night, just a few hours before lights out.

So far Jason had decided to look at these simulators they had, and they were sure something else. It was like a simulator, meet virtual reality, and then it smoked crack. They were very reminiscent of something in a video game he once played involving assassins, and it worked very very similar. The simulator fully immersed you inside and everything that happened to you in the simulator you felt. Time also worked differently inside, you could be in there for three weeks but in reality, three hours passed. It was the perfect training tool, and when their "caretakers" said the simulators had everything, they weren't kidding.

Currently, Jason was working on getting certified black belts in his seven martial arts. Jason wanted to make sure the other subjects here would NEVER be able to surpass him no matter how hard they tried. If he could make it to the end of the program and head back into the real world that was the best chance he had at making an escape. Another thing he was learning was fighting with Japanese weaponry like the katana.

Whenever he entered the simulator and chose his perspective martial art it would transport him to the country it originated from and give him a traditional master of the art to teach him. He would be there in place of one of their actual students like he was almost living their life. Jason was in a way exploring the world through the simulator, whenever that "day" lessons were over he could opt to skip to the next day or remain. If he remained he could explore the area he was in, meaning he could explore Israel, the Philippines, Brazil, etc. It gave him a sense of freedom.

Whenever he wasn't out of his cell he was at the desk in his cell working on his degrees or working out. All the while he tried to ignore the area around him, the cell of a monster. Then every day, and at random times, Jason would be pulled from his cell and taken to Zola. Zola would then perform experiments, sometimes they were simple like testing his reflexes. Or Zola would do some more, complex experiments, like seeing if his internals felt pain. Either way at the end of each experiment Zola would turn around, put on his brass knuckles, and then turn back around and rain blows down upon him.

This had been his schedule for the last two weeks. It was a simple one, and one fit for a wild animal. That was his code name, Wild. Everyone had picked out their own codenames just as the General asked them to…except him. Since he had no care to speak or come up with one himself The Facility gave him one, and when Jason had noticed it one of the guards had told him "you act like a Wild animal so we call you a Wild animal."

"At least they didn't name me monster."

Currently, Jason was in his cell working on his degrees, he had yet to come out of his cell today and it wasn't looking like he was. He hadn't scheduled anything for today the simulators being fully booked and he didn't want to explore the other areas yet. He picked what he wanted to do and he was not stopping until it was completed. The only way he was coming out was when Zola wanted him, and he had never come to get him this late. But, naturally, the universe threw a wrench in that thought process.

*bang bang bang bang*

"Wild! It's time to come out! You're needed in the Commons!"

Jason looked to his cell door and tilted his head, "needed in the commons? Why?"

Knowing the drill Jason begrudgingly paused what he was doing and stood heading to the door. He stuck his paws through the slot so they could be cuffed, once they were he turned around and took a knee so they could muzzle him. Once the muzzle was on he stood and took three steps forward so they could open the door and enter. Next, they entered the cell and put a waist chain on him before putting on leg restraints. Now fully restrained he turned around with a huff and shuffled out of his cell heading for the Commons.

Once he reached the door leading to The Commons he was surprised when it didn't open. Instead, the guards came up beside him and undid the leg restraints, one of them saying "you better be on your best behavior you Wild creature or I will shock you until your brain dead."

Jason would have growled in response but he knew growling and snarling wasn't allowed. If he did he'd be shocked, and it took him a week to learn that lesson fully. Once the leg restraints were off the door opened and he was promptly and roughly shoved through it before it slammed shut again. Catching himself before he landed on his face Jason straightened up and looked around, he didn't like what he saw. 199 pairs of eyeballs on him, everyone had been gathered in The Commons and the whispers quickly started regarding him.

Jason quickly dismissed them and fixed his eyes on the control tower, waiting for his captor to show his annoying smirk. Sure enough there he was exiting the tower and smoking a cigar, the same self-satisfied smirk on his face as always. Daggermane leaned on the railing and addressed the group, "Ah, now all of you are here! I am sorry Wild, but I won't be taking your restraints off past your leg chains. It's for the safety of your fellow-subjects. I'm sure you understand. I am sorry for pulling all of you together here, I know most of you were busy! But, now that Wild has fully recovered from his failed escape attempt and that brawl he was at the epicenter of, we can reward the top ten as I promised we would! If you direct your attention to the front of you you'll see tables littered with prizes! Music instruments, electronics, books, sex items for those so inclined, and more! Those in the top ten will be allowed to pick items as rewards! Those in the top five will be allowed to pick four items, and the others will only get to pick two! Wild, you're in first place so you get to pick your first prize! Come forward and make your selection."

Jason let out a huff at hearing all of this. "This is ridiculous."

But he knew he had to pick, so he began walking forward and everyone split down the middle like the Red Sea. Everyone quickly got out of his way and backed up so they were at least six feet away the whispers picking back up as he passed. Jason kept his gaze forward as he passed everyone until suddenly he felt someone grab his right arm. Jason let out a snarl of surprise as he turned his head to look at the mammal in his personal space and show them how it was a mistake. The whole room collectively holding their breath….until he saw who it was, and his snarl turned into a growl that slowly died down into a rumble, his hackles lowering.

The mammal who had grabbed his arm and stopped him was Hanna Snowpaw. Hanna had wanted to thank Jason since the night he saved her, but she never got the chance, until now. Hanna knew she was taking a big risk by grabbing him and stopping him, and she was surprised when he after his initial surprise went away he calmed down. He didn't even attack her or make her let him go, he just….looked at her, only a small rumble leaving his mouth, but even that died down. He just looked into her eyes, his head unconsciously tilting ever so slightly.

Hanna swallowed once and then said, "thank you. For what you did that night. Saving me. You didn't have to, but you did it anyway. I will always remember that. Always."

Jason, for probably the first time in his entire life, was actually feeling bashful. He found he couldn't look into her beautiful eyes anymore and averted his gaze. He gave her a small nod of recognition and sidestepped to the left causing her paw to fall off his arm. He then began walking forward again with a mirage of thoughts swimming in his head. Thoughts he didn't know how to properly process or express.

Once he finally reached the tables Jason looked up and down them, only one thing caught his eye. It was a set of five journals wrapped in cork leather, just like the ones he used to write in. The temptation of them was just too great, so he pointed to them since he wouldn't be able to pick them up while shackled. He knew it was a risk picking the journals, to start writing in them even while he here, but it was a risk he was willing to take. The guards noted his selection and grabbed them and he turned and walked to the side the others carving out a bubble for him to stand in.

Daggermane was very intrigued by the interaction between Jason and Hanna, that was the first time he had let someone break his two-foot bubble he formed. He would have to consult Telvanni about what he witnessed, there could be opportunities there. What Daggermane wasn't surprised about was when Jason picked the journals, Telvanni had predicted that perfectly. "Alright, the first selection has been made, next up is Alpha! Make your pick!"

Alpha was none other than Chad Howler, and Chad and his group had made a decision. They wanted to make Jason's little journal useless. So he picked the pens, Brad picked the pencils, Sergei picked the inkpot, and so forth. Once all of the writing utensils were off the table the rest picked items they wanted. Then it landed back on Jason again, and he wouldn't lie, he was a little annoyed. But, he was also very smart. So his next pick was a ridiculous hat with a turkey feather on it, he wasn't going to keep the hat, but he was going to keep the feather, there was his quill. Then his next pick was a cup, there was his inkpot. His last pick was something the rest had missed, a pot of red ink. Now he could write in the journals. "Fools."

With everyone having picked their rewards Jason was taken back to his cell, his items being set at the door. He was unshackled and left to his own devices, so he retrieved his items and set them up. Once that was done he took a seat and opened up the first journal and wrote in it well into the morning summarizing everything he'd experienced so far.

Jason was woken up the following morning by the guards. "Get up you and leave your nest you Wild Savage! You're needed!"

Jason stirred from his makeshift hammock and let out a huff of annoyance. He rolled out landing on his fore and hind paws and chose to stay that way as he trotted to the bathroom. A guard calling out "you got ten minutes to get ready!"

Jason was ready in five and exited the bathroom. He followed the normal procedure to be restrained and was escorted out of his cell. But instead of being taken the direction of Zola's lab or The Commons, he was taken a new one. Jason was intrigued, and intrigue turned to dread when he finally reached their destination. He was unshackled and pushed through a door, and on the other side were the subjects from the brawl that was too injured to continue, all of them. They were all restrained and it looked like Zola had been playing with them ever since that night, them being in various stages of signs of experimentations.

Those that could still see saw him and immediately panicked. "No! No! Not you!"

"Why!? Why did they bring the monster here!?"

"We're dead! This how we die!"

This in turn caused the ones that couldn't see to panic as well. "Where is he!? Where is he!?"

"Stay away you fucking savage!"

Jason didn't know what was going on, but it wasn't good. Then a fellow monster let their voice be heard over a speaker, Zola. "Oh good! You are here! You see, I enjoyed playing with these new toys you so graciously gave me….but now they're old! They've outlived their usefulness, so they need to go! Go to greener pastures and all that! So….kill them. I provided a katana on your right to assist you in dispatching them! Or you could just your teeth and claws since you seem to enjoy using them! Your choice!"

Jason was horrified, and looking to his right he did indeed see a katana. These mammals were innocent and defenseless, they couldn't even defend themselves if they wanted to….and he was supposed to kill them. That didn't sit right with him at all, the innocent and defenseless were supposed to be protected, and the guilty slain. He couldn't do it, he wouldn't, what did they deserve to be slain?

Most of the subjects were crying, begging, and pleading for Jason not to do it, and Jason crossed arms and looked at the cameras, and shook his head. He wasn't going to do it, so he leaned against the nearest wall. One of the subjects saw this and yelled out "oh my gods! He's not going to do it!" That statement resulted in a collective sigh of relief from the rest. But, their joy was short-lived as Zola's response to Jason's no was to shock him sending him to the floor.

Jason once the shock was over stood up and resumed his previous position, and he was shocked right back down. But once again he stood back up and leaned back against the wall. He was shocked eight more times before he realized he had no choice in the matter. They were controlling him, they had him in the palm of their paw, and there was nothing he could do to change that. As long as they had this collar on him they had a leash on his neck with a very short chain. They controlled the strings. Besides, they wanted these fellow-subjects dead, so they were dead either way.

So Jason slowly got up from the most recent shock and reached for the katana. The hope that had built in the subjects dissipated in an instant as Jason took a hold of the katana and began walking towards them. "No! no! Noooo!"

Jason wished he knew how to show them he was sorry. But he didn't know how, the best he could do is make their deaths quick and painless. So that's what he did, with quick and precise stabs and cuts he killed them all. Even when he was done he could still hear their screams, their begging, their pleading. Once he was done Jason dropped the blood-soaked katana in the center of a room full of corpses and headed for the door, trying his hardest to maintain his composure and ignore the cackling of a mad hyena. But….at least the cackling dulled down the screams.