On Command ~ Sequel to Lost Heros

Metal

     I was strapped to a metal chair forcefully by people in lab coats and combat uniform. The restraints were on too tight but I didn't say anything. After all, it's how I was taught. The constant drilling for me to obey rang in my head as they stepped away from me.
The man who called himself Zola stepped forward from the men to get in front of me. He was a short man, a round man. He looked almost obnoxious with the way he talked around me.

"My Nyx," he said with a thick German accent. "You are going to save the world." I only nodded.

Nyx. That's what he had called me. The only name people called me around here. Is that my real name? I don't know. To be honest I only have memories of this place. And they don't seem to last very long. But it didn't matter. I was going to save the world.

     Suddenly a man came bursting into the room. He too was wearing a lab coat so a scientist he must've been.
"Zola sir!" He said catching his breath, "He's awake!" I shouldn't have asked myself who they were talking about but I did anyways. 
"How is the arm?" Zola asked with interest in his eyes. "Fully operational. Barnes memories have also been erased and he is ready to start training."

Barnes

     Why did that name sound so familiar. It's certainly a new one around here. I felt my heart beat getting faster. What was happening to me? I didn't get feelings like this. I've never been scared before.
A memory of blue eyes flashed before me and I lost my breath. My head was in pain. Did anybody know what was happening? Another shot of pain went through me.

"James," I whispered.

     Everyone in the room turned to me suddenly and all the men with guns had them pointed at me.
What the hell is going on?!

"You idiot!" yelled Zola at the other scientist. "How could you use his name in front of Nyx! She's already going into memory relapse!!!"

Memory relapse? What was happening?!

     I felt like my lungs were closing in and I couldn't breath. I saw a flash and I was in a bar dancing with a man. James? Another pang of pain and this time I screamed.

This cant be me in these memories! I didn't do any of these things! Who the hell is James?!

     I struggled on my restraints in vain. Zola walked up to me and put a cold hand on my cheek, "Your pain and confusion will end soon. Don't struggle it is for the best." I did as I was told and calmed myself even though all I wanted to do was get answers.  "Guards! Take her to testing room X! Now!"
They released my restraints and bound my hands behind my back while still grabbing my arms to,push me down the many hallways.

     I studied the men. I could take both of you out with my hands tied behind my back and make a run for the door
What was I saying?! I pushed the thought away and concentrated on walking. My head by now was only lightly throbbing but it hadn't calmed my nerves.

Before I could even register it, I was in another examination room. This one was more different with various machines and a single chair in the middle. As I was pushed towards it I noticed some few drops of blood on the floor. The though of it belonging to James, whoever he was, got me tense. They threw me on the chair harshly and strapped me down once again too tight.
At this point, I didn't care. I didn't care about anything else other than getting this confused state out if my head. I hated it. I felt powerless,weak, inferior.

     A scientist woman came up to me and pushed me back on the chair, adjusted me again, and then connected my body to more technology. She then took out a mouth guard and put it in my mouth.
After nodding to a man on her left all I felt was a deep pain.

     The feeling was of a million knives plunging into your head. Each leaving their own scars and collateral damage. I screamed and thrashed around. This is probably a pain worse than dying. My soul felt like it was on a cutting board being chopped away with the thoughts off blue eyes along with them. I screamed more. The pain came in waves as well shocking my mind into conformity. I screamed so much that my throat was beginning to get dry and I heard my screams echo. 

Where am I? What's going on?! Why am I being tortured?! Who am I?!

Eventually the pain was too much and I went limp.