Before I even attempted to open my eyes, I knew I was in so sort of vehicle. I could feel the bumps on the shitty road leading to my destination. Death.
When I finally opened my eyes, I was in the back of storage truck, like for fast food restaurants.
There were three man with me, all with a pistol in their holsters and machine guns in their hands. They also were wearing SWAT armor like I was a heavily armed terrorist.
When the center man noticed my waking, he spoke into a radio. "Subject is awake, sir" he said looking almost unsure of what to do.
"Do not, and I'll repeat for you imbeciles, do not provoke the target. Do you understand?" "Yessir, don't provoke the target, got it."
"You better, or your family will lose there highest source of income."
I decided to test the waters a tad bit. "So why the hell are you guys sitting here with guns on me?" I asked shaking the new discovered hand cuffs bolted to the floor.
"Shut the hell up, the less you talk, the easier this is." responded the center SWAT agent, appearing to be in charge.
"Ok, why are you locking me up?" I asked fishing for answers on the reasoning behind my capture.
"We were paid to thick skull, why else?" asked the left agent, looking more bored than the other two combined.
"Clearly there was another reason, otherwise this is illegal." I responded, hoping to push their patience.
The last man burst into laughter saying, "Illegal? We work for the law. Due to an accident, you are government property now"
"I am no one's property" I said feeling confident in my statement. That lasted a second.
"Really, from where I'm standing, you're just as useful as a dog, so you best watch your tongue or you'll get put in your cage." Replied the center agent, with a wild smirk.
I felt the anger rise in my body, filling ever muscle and bone. He could tell I was angry, but starting laughing at my rage.
Then, it happened. I rushed forward, snapping the thin chain near the bottom of the restrains towards the center agent. He was so unprepared that I was strangling him before he aimed his machine gun, and at that point I was already behind him.
The chain between my wrist I was pressing up against his neck, both hands behind it. I could hear him lose his breath as his friends started aiming.
They could make the shot because he was in front of my body, slowing dying by my own hands. Seeming instinctual, I snapped his neck and he fell to the floor.
The other agents lined up their shots and hit me with several thousand bolts of electricity.
I regained consciousness in a small cell-like room. There was a tall glass pane nearly fifteen feet above me, showing me two men in lab coats.
The first was on a computer, giving some sort of data to the other, who is in charge of part of this. But I'm not sure how much.
The room they were in was dark, scarce, only having two computers and the lights. The only other thing was a box, but I couldn't at the time tell what it did.
Shortly after, I figured it out. "Hello Mr. Hamilton, I can assure you I mean you no harm." said the man in charge before releasing his finger from the small box.
"Who are you?" I asked after he told his lie.
"Who, who is but the function of what, and what I am is a man in a lab coat." He replied smirking amid the V for Vendetta reference.
"You think your clever?"
"Well you're in the cell, and I am not. You tell me who winning."
"The guy that can't wait to kick your ass."
"Well if he gets here, tell me."
I didn't respond, he had seemed to had enough of his fun, and his face got deathly serious. He turned towards me and cleared his throat.
"I have, information that you happen to have got bitten by a rabid dog. Was I mistaken?"
"You'll wish to hell you were"
"So that's a no?"
"Look who's stupid now."
"Still you my friend, but not for much longer. You're going to get smarter, better, but of course, in due time."
"That dog isn't the only reason I'm here, is it?"
"No it's not." he sighed then continued, "You are here because if you succeed, you could save mankind entirely."
"Then why the hell do you seem so bummed?"
"Because I voted that mankind doesn't deserve saving."
"Who are you to make that call?"
"I am the man keeping you in a cell, though if you must call me something other than the boss, Fre'hee'res."
"Is that stupid for 'I eat shit for breakfast'?"
"No, it is Gre'dos'vigin, for 'Master of Science', and you will be taught fully."
"Why would I want to learn such a language? Why do you think I'd care?"
"Because," he cracked his knuckles "it's the only way you'll get out of here alive, or dead."
I backed up and took a seat on the white floors, deciding that maybe I should listen to him.
"Alright, since you're no longer killing my men, you need a name. A new name."
I thought about what this new life will bring me, imprisonment, becoming bilingual, and being stuck with this bastard.
The guards before said I was a accidental lab rat, not quite the ring to it though.
"Test" I said before I could stop myself, "that will be my name."
"Alright then, get up Patrs, you're destiny awaits."
YOU ARE READING
Myrd'err'ac
Ciencia FicciónEdward Hamilton, often gets into supreme messes, but this one, he can't escape. On his adventure in running from those who want him as a weapon, he learns what he is able to do. He either masters it, or dies.
