I slowly open my eyes to find my limbs spread out and were being held by broken handcuffs that were tightly put on me on a wall. What was their deal? I understand that they want me to kill, but is it wrong to save innocent people? An agent walks into the cell that I'm being held captive (unless if I do something) with a whip equipped in his right hand. They're allowed to carry those around? Don't they know that's illegal?
"So, you decided to betray your creators?" The agent spoke in a haunting tone. What is he taking about? He knows the truth of how I got here! The whip in his hand looks like it's ready to send my body a pain that would never compare to me getting my limbs ripped, but it would still hurt.
I remained silent. "No response," The agent quietly talked to himself as he looked at his whip with evil darkening his soul. "Well, I guess I'll just have to make you talk." The whip attacks my metal body, taking parts of skin with it. I was feeling more numb every time the whip comes to me.
After about ten slashes, the agent decides to take a break. "You gonna talk now?" He asked me like he was insane. Struggling to find the words to answer, I speak.
"I d-didn't as-s-k to be in th-this hell. I h-had n-no choice." I muster out every word to defend myself as I stutter from the wires that were taken by the whip.
"You had a choice, my friend," the agent explained in a frightening tone. "You just chose to make people listen to the wrong music!" He then whipped me once more. Nothing, but rage consumed by mind as I furiously spoke.
"HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT?!?!? I LEAD THOSE PEOPLE TO FREEDOM; AWAY FROM THIS HELL YOU ASSHOLES CREATED!!!! YOU'RE DESTROYING WHAT WE LOVE BECAUSE YOU DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT US!!!" I didn't mean to be so explicit. It's probably the rage in me.
The agent then whips me again until the handcuffs broke, releasing me from the wall. I attempt to get up, but the continuous whipping makes it hard. "Why did you have to let those people escape? There's no prisoners in here but you and your brother!" the agent stopped whipping me to say that.
"V-V-Virus? W-What ha-ave you done t-to hi-im?!?" I asked him aggressively before the agent whips me one more time.
"Why did you have to let them escape?!?" He repeats his last question.
"B-Bec-caus-se they d-deserv-ve freedom," I respond stuttering more than ever. "H-Hum-m-mans a-re s-sup-pose t-to liv-v-ve free; n-not to b-be exp-p-perim-m-mented on! D-Do yo-o-ou know h-how m-much tr-ou-ble you w-will be in with t-the g-govern-m-ment?!?" The agent whips me for the last time as he exits my cell with the final words he spoke to me.
"We are the government!" He said to me as he leaves me alone in my cell.
The second he left, I attempt to stand up, but the pain from the whip still paralyses me. After about seven tries, I finally got up on my feet; the pain is still there, but it's not hurting me as much now. Now is my chance to escape, but I have to get Virus. God knows what the MI has done to him.
I switch to my long range weapon (I think I should call it 'Decibels'), set it to 150db, aimed at the door and the sound wave shattered the door like glass (the door was metal!). Without thinking, I ran out quickly in search of my brother. With the guards just coming around the corner behind me, I take them down first then I had to take a right and into a long hallway.
I slowly stop to find my brother lying on the ground in the huge cell he was in. Just hope to God he's not dead! He's close to the door, so I got on my knees and I try to wake him up from the other side of the door.
"Virus...Virus....Virus, come on. Wake up.....please, brother! Wake up, Virus!" I loudly call to him. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly got his hand onto the door window and slowly lift his head up, facing me.
"Erik....b-brother..," Virus weakly asks to me as his face was looking at mine. I stare at him with fear flowing through me.
"What have they done to me?"
