Voices - DSMP

Chynea - Subject DM.17227 (That's not my Name)

I was startled back to wakefulness as a guard banged on the metal door of my holding room which, in all honesty, wasn't much of an improvement from the original cell.

"Subject DM.17227, get up! Time for the next tests!"

I sighed as the guards' armour was heard clanking away. Four weeks; same routine. Get up, eat whatever meal was given, down to the lab - a left, two rights and a straight, genetic modification, pain, biological experimentation, pain, back to the holding room, break, repeat. I couldn't even sleep properly since the first modifications, instead going into an awakened sleep state where I was somehow aware of everything but still resting somewhat. Not very well though. The pain made sure of that. Honestly, I was surprised to be alive after all the different tests and modifications that they had completed. First being injected with various biological enhancers and genetic modifiers, to then being cut open for 'research purposes' about the effects that then occurred on my body. It was basically scientific torture.

The constant strain was beginning to show - but then, so were the results. The many experiments - brutal and grueling enough as they were - are actually beginning to change me. The changes are miniscule but noticeable over a few weeks. My vision is still gone but my hearing and physical endurance has been increasing ever so slightly. It is honestly quite surprising that the very people that are looking for the results haven't noticed them yet. It is also surprising that they have slacked off on security - especially after the small rebellion at the start of the experiments.

Some of the subjects with some prior fighting skill thought that they could take on an entire prison/lab compound. With no weapons. And no armour. 10 malnourished 'subjects' against many more trained, well fed, armoured guards. I knew it wouldn't work and so, instead of joining the hot headed but very dead rebels, I was patient, compliant, waiting for the right time to strike, growing intelligence, strength and numbers. I wasn't the only one tired of the pain after all. I would just have to endure and wait - just like a certain warrior I knew of.

As time passed from weeks into a month, I could tell that the time was getting closer to make an attack of my own. On the rare occasions that 'subjects' were allowed out of the holding room and not in the lab, I and several of the other subjects decided on a course of action. In an unanimous vote, I had been appointed as the leader and so it was me who would decide on how to strike and where. Thankfully my experience with Technoblade had taught me a thing or two about toppling corrupt governments. From my calculations, our team would be ready by the end of this week. Going by the guards schedule, we would have one chance to go over the plan as a group before the coup. No pressure.