Annihilators

Tearful Liberation

Lance had been in many situations where he thought he'd never find a way out of them. But the one he was currently in took the cake for the most insane. Not only had he spent God-knows how long in captivity, but now he was bound, gagged, and sedated.
The details on how he'd even gotten in this mess was fuzzy to him. All he remembered was waking up one day in a cold, dark room. Next thing he knew he was trapped being experimented on for weeks.
He'd spent that time going through bodily changes that baffled him. It was like going through puberty all over again except a hundred times more painful.
He had become inhumanly strong, able to take bullets to the head (something the guards relished doing to him the most), and create shields of energy from thin air.
The amount of abuse and surprises he'd been through over the past few weeks should've caused his mind to burst. But he had to stay strong.
He knew he could escape this place, or at least live long enough to see it through. He had made it through so much before, he couldn't let it end now.
He started to feel discouraged a bit as he was carted off to his impending doom.
The guards who had been assigned to him lamented on his death. For the past few hours, they had been taunting him repeatedly about all the ways they could kill him. He didn't know why the guards hated him so much, but he assumed them not being able to break him mentally was a bit of a nuisance to them.
Today they were finally getting what they wanted, unless Lance could break out of his restraints.
But the sedative being pumped in his system kept him at bay.
He was surprised they found a needle that could penetrate his skin. No bullet or bomb they bombarded him with cajole hurt him.
They'd seemingly been developing a metal that can pierce him for a few days, as part of the studies they'd been doing here. They must have been successful in their endeavor.
He wondered if they were gonna use this metal to now kill him.
He tried not to think too much about it? He tried to fill himself with positive thoughts. He thought that if he was going to die, he might as well die with some form of joy in his system. He began to look back at all of his happiest memories.
He thought about the time he lost his first baby tooth.
Then about the time he went jet skiing with his first girlfriend.
The time his mom took him to a circus and bought him caramel popcorn. He could remember its sweet taste as if it were still in his mouth. He enjoyed that day with his mom; he sure did miss her. He wondered if maybe once they killed him if he would see her again.

'No', he thought to himself. 'Don't fill your mind with pessimistic thoughts of  your death.'

He refocused his mind on happier thoughts. the time him and his older brother Ronald went skating for the first time.

'Ronald'

Lance couldn't forgot about him; thoughts of his brother kept him sane during his imprisonment.
The two brothers had been through so much together, yet Ronald stayed strong. He shared that strength with Lance and they stood strong together.
He wondered if his brother was worried about him, or if he'd even knew where he'd find him.
Would these monster scientists be kind enough to even let his brother bury him?
His mind started racing about what would happen to his brother.
But his thoughts were interrupted when his blindfold and mouth-gag were roped away from him. 
At first his eyesight was blurry, but once they adjusted he could see where he was and who ripped his blindfold off.
In front of him was a short girl with soft, brown skin and an afro, wearing an all white jump suit. Next to her was a fairly tall light-skin boy with really curly hair, and a beard. Both of them looked around his age, and both of them were wearing the same outfit that he had been forced to wear by the guards. He deduced that they weren't hostile and were just kidnapped victims who'd been brought here as well.
What was interesting about the guy though, was that his hands were dripping with blood. He looked like the world's most brutal serious killer, the calm expression on his face just added to the look.
Lance craned his neck as much as he could to get a better view of his environment. He was in a very large white room with a grey ceiling. There was only one door to the room as far as he could see, and it was about twenty feet away from him. It looked to him like an extremely high end storage unit, pretty normal, except there were mutilated bodies amongst the floor.