My eyes slowly fluttered open as the incinerating pane coursed through my shacking, sweaty body. It felt like being struck by lightning a million times over. As I began to regain vision, it occurred to me that their where three other people in the room. I could hear blaring music from the distance. "Please...where am I...I have to get out of here." I whispered in desperation as one of the three lifted his mask. "It worked" he sounded as surprised as that low-a-voice could get "It actually worked ... And he seems to be strong, even with the wi-"
"Don't day to much Smith or we will have to wipe his memory again." Another voice said in a ... Less exited tone. "Captain shall I sedate him?" The last of the voices asked. This voice I recognised. Just what was his name again? "Quick rin, sedate him he is having a memory" the one named "captain" shouted.
I saw the shaking hand holding the needle coming towards me at a faster pace than possible for a normally human. With out control, my hand flew up nocking the needle out the hand. Then my foot flew up, kicking him right where it hurts most. As I was doing this ,both other men lunged at me. Let's just say they where history.
