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I should start from the beginning. How this all started. How it all ended. But we'll get there. It all started back when I was still in the war...
*BANG* *CRASH* *DISTANT SCREAMS OF AGONY* I sat up in my bunker, sweat dripping down my face and back. I looked around. No one was around. Dammit. I got up and quickly dressed. Did they deploy without me?! I wondered as I raced down the metal hall. My boots echoed.

I ran into a few people who I didn't recognize. One of them was dripping in blood while the other two rocked back and forth. "What's going on out there?!" I asked, grabbing one of the preloaded guns. "They're out there man! There's too many!" One of them shouted. "The enemy?" I asked as I tucked a knife into my boot. "Yeah man... They advanced quicker than we thought!" he replied. "Fuck," I whisper under my breath. "If you stay here, they'll capture you," I said. They didn't reply and I took off.

The field was mostly mud, blood, and bodies at this point. I remembered last night how we were all hanging out on the field; how green it was and how beautiful it was. I dropped to the ground when I heard the roar of a machine gun. I waited until it stopped before crawling along the ground. I must've went by a hundred bodies, all mutilated beyond recognition.

I prayed that I didn't know them. I heard foreign language and I quickly played dead. Men walked by, poking and probing to see who was alive and who to pile up.

Someone kicked me in the stomach, making me groan. He grabbed me by the hair and lifted me up. I stared angerily at him and he gave me a stone cold look. He looked at one of the others and said something I didn't understand. I felt the gun being ripped off my back and my arms being twisted behind my back.

I struggled a little bit, in hopes of breaking free of the man's iron grip. I suddenly felt the tightening of rope around my arms and I spat in the man's face. He closed his eyes and I felt the pain of him punching me. It sent me back into the mud. He grabbed me by the shirt and then threw me into the other man's arms.

He said something else and it sounded angry. He grinned at me and the guy holding me pushed me forward. I took a few steps and then stopped. He poked my back with his gun, shoving it into me. I followed the direction of his gun.

We walked for miles. I felt my stomach grumble. I cursed myself for not getting something to eat before I jumped into the middle of this. I looked at the guy, who kept shoving the gun into my back. "...Hey. You speak English?" I tried asking. He didn't answer. "You don't gotta answer, just a nod or nah?" I said. He nodded slowly.

"I see... Where ya taking me?" I asked. He shoved the gun painfully into my spine, making me bite my lower lip. He stopped me and opened a trap door hidden in the ground. He shoved me down it before I could react. I landed painfully on my leg and hip. I think I cracked my head too.

He held a dim light. I sighed. "I thought I could get rid of the smell of death, but it followed me down here too," I said sadly. The man threw me into a tiny room and locked the door. I looked around. A rusted toilet sat in the corner, two beds pressed against the far wall and a dim light hung above me.

"Well, the service here gets no tip. This hotel is trash," I joked to myself in hopes of calming my nerves. Someone laughed and I looked around. "Who's there?" I demanded. A young man around my age came out from under a bed. "Ah! I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scare you!" he said. He sat in front of me. He was skinny, wore torn rags and had blue hair. "What's your name? " I asked. He stared at the ground. "I forgot who I am," he whispered.

"Hey, do me a favor and get me out of these ropes. It's cutting off the blood supply," I said. "How?" he asked. "Take off my right boot. The knife should be in there," I explained. I lifted up my right leg and he pulled off my boot. The knife clattered loudly and we both held our breath.

No one came. He quickly cut off the ropes and I stretched. I put my boot back on and put the knife away. I began to rub my wrists. "I'll call you Splendid," I said. His eyes lit up like candles. "Who are you then?" he asked. "Everyone calls me Flippy," I said. I stared at the door. "Where are we, Splendid?" I asked. "We are in the E.C."

"The E.C.?"

"Yes..."

"What does that mean?"

"Experimental Camp."

"Ah."

I sat on the other bed. "What do they do to you?" I asked. "Everything they can think of. It's how I lost my memory of who I was. They were trying to make me forget so they could rebuild me into a super human weapon," he explained. I didn't answer for a while and he didn't seem to mind.

"Hey Flippy... You're a solider aren't you?" he asked a few hours later. I was laying on the bed, trying to think of a way to escape. "Yeah, I am," I replied. "How did you get caught?" he pressed. "My acting skills aren't nearly as good as my fighting skills," I joked a little. He laughed a little as well.

"So, do they feed you?" I asked. "Once or twice a day. They mostly keep us locked up here and then pull us out when they want to do an experiment. Most of us don't come back... " he said sadly. I sat up. "Splendid, on my honor, I swear I'll get you out of here," I said. "Really?!" he asked. I nodded. I tore a piece of red fabric and cut holes into it. "Come here," I said.

He scooted over to my bed. "Close your eyes," I commanded. He shut them tightly. I wrapped the cloth around his eyes and behind his head and hair. I tied it tightly. "Now you'll be a hero too," I said. He grinned and hugged me, catching me off guard. The door opened and the same man as before grabbed me by my shirt. Splendid stared in horror as I was dragged down the hall.

I don't remember much after that. I remember being strapped to a cold, metal table and a light was shone in my face. I struggled as they spoke in their language and put a sleeping gas pad over my mouth and nose.

Then I remember waking up. Splendid was trembling violently in the corner. I sat up and stared at the grinning me in front of me.