5 Demons [Project discontinued]

X

       "Fucking hell, how the fuck are you still alive?" Asked Angel as the pair walked out of the secure facility.
       "I told you, I'm not human. I was made in a lab like this, by the man I shot. I was created as a killing machine and nothing more. Now I have no problem killing you, dumping your body somewhere, but I'm not, at least not right now." Responded X.
        The images flashed through his head. The rotting bodies in large tanks, tubes connecting to their vital organs, pulling DNA and other sample tissue out. The same stuff that went into X. Vials of chemicals, steroids and much worse things. They remembered the test subjects before, the ones who had gone mad from what had happened. The screaming people in cells, yelling. The woman who had only been called B who had clawed her own eyes out. X had the stuff injected into him when he was just merely a fetus clone of a previous test subject. They used to think it was horrible, the most terrible things humanity had done, but now they felt nothing. There was nothing left.
       The whirling sound of helicopter blades came overhead, men with assault rifles closed in from all sides, guns primed and ready, X decided that it's best to be captured than to fight. In one quick fluid motion X kicked Angels gun out of his hands, flipped backwards and pinned the man down. X felt hand cuffs close around their wrists. This is it, time for another chunk of dealing with these bastards.