Primal Instinct

Trial 1

                                                                                  

A young boy with raven locks of hair stood alone in a room in the middle of a labyrinth, an abyss blindfold wrapped around his eyes.

"Test 24 Salvage Cores, Test Subject: Daemon Valius. Number 8120-5. Age: 16." The boom of the speaker resonated across the room that was in the middle of the labyrinth, "Do whatever is necessary to reach the exit or escape. Begin."

Daemon turned towards the wall to his left, placing his hand on it trying to feel the material of the wall. Steel. Daemon clicked his tongue, noticing the walls He knocked on the steel wall in multiple places until a hollow point was heard. He put his fists on the wall, hesitating briefly before punching it once, leaving a large dent on the wall. He punched again and again. He wailed on the wall with a quick ferocity until he breached a hole in the wall, his fists dripping with blood. He felt his fist agonizing with the littered cuts and bruises. He could feel pain coursing through his body as the wounds closed themselves, his skin knitting itself back together as if his skin was a tailor.

He clicked his tongue before glancing upwards towards the absent roof and jumped landing on the twenty-foot wall.

He clicked his tongue louder.

He turned to the left before jumping towards another wall.

He clicked his tongue again, midair, before reaching out his hand and plunging his fingers into the steel, penetrating the material with ease before pulling himself upwards. He pulled his fingers free from the confines of the metal, blood dripping from the tips.

Daemon ears twitched as a loud whirring sound of a machine resonated across the room. He jumped downwards to the floor of the labyrinth as a sentry gun let loose on the spot he was previously on. He heard the start of the machine again before running towards it, the spray of bullets being unable to keep up with his pace. As soon as he was right under it, the machine went quiet. He clicked his tongue and jumped to the sentry on the wall, plunging his fingers to the wall as he grabbed the barrel of the gun. The young boy tugged at it once before it gave away and was ripped off the wall, leaving a gaping hole in its place. The hole briefly glowed blue before it slowly started to reconstruct itself.

Daemon gave another loud click, before plunging the fingers of his other hand into the wall. He bent his knees, tensing them as he prepared himself. He unplugged his fingers from the wall before he quickly launched himself across the room with bullet velocity. As he flew through the air, machines were brought to life as a splay of ammunition was shot towards him.

In a single room, multiple scientists were writing down information based on the spectacle that number 8120-5 was demonstrating in the room below.

"Salvage core test seems to be successful." One of them remarked as they continued to inspect 8120-5, "Though it seems, the subject is not using his full potential. He should have been able to blast a hole through the wall with a single punch."

"Correct, as it were, however, we gave him a different salvage from the one originally planned. It had too many risk factors," came the response of another. "This one only causes muscle damage, the alternative was far worse."

A snide voice broke through the crowd, "You are far too kind on 8120, Dr. Krown."

Dr. Krown only sighed gesturing to the subject.

"I believe you wanted this boy to be alive for enrollment in the military, no? I hypothesized that muscle tear is better suited for the military than a hallucinating berserker." He gave another sigh in exhaustion, "Doctor Darolis, I believe you know what having a salvage entails, am I correct?"