SUB-102
I felt myself getting dragged along the grim floor of my prison to my cell. The guards clasped my limbs and neck with familiar iron bars that I broke out of earlier in the day and attached them to the brick wall, hoping I wouldn't do it again. I could feel that they were sturdier than before. My captors seemed quick in realising their error and correcting it. This would only make my escape more difficult but not impossible.
'Escaping' that thought had never before come to my mind. There was nothing worthy outside for me to escape from here...until now. Earlier in the day, as always, I was in my cell after finishing my daily trial when I suddenly smelled something that made me lose control. The scent, although faint and vague, that I had to focus to even smell, drove me insane.
It was as though my entire being sang in delight as that subtle scent entered my system. More! I wanted more of it. I wanted to find the source of it and never let it go. Nothing else mattered anymore. Only that scent mattered to me. I would break thousands of these chains if it meant reaching that source. Everything inside me screamed at me to get towards it. Even my drugged-up body felt like an afterthought before my goal.
'Clank!' I used all the strength I could muster and pulled at my restraints. I broke it once, I could do it again. Whatever my captors had injected in me slowed my movement and hindered my leverage as I put pressure against the wall behind me, but I refused to give up. The vile thing in my system only made me more determined and sensitive to the scent wafting above him.
That made me look up at the ceiling. Old but firmly built. Beyond that was what I needed. I just had to break the wall to reach it. Then I glanced down at my wrists. Was it really necessary to have hands? What if I rip them out? I could with my canines or a good enough yank would do the job. However, I hesitated. Whatever that had this scent....I wanted to hold it with my hands, to squeeze it against me until all of that goodness gets rubbed on me to never disappear.
A loud growl left my throat as the frustration of my situation caught up to me. That sound seemed to alert my captors as they spoke to him through the device attached to the corner of the ceiling.
"Subject 102!" The voice called, "Stop your struggles or we will tranq you again"
I growled in retaliation before pulling onto the restraints even more forcefully. I couldn't talk. I vaguely remembered doing so back in my mind, but it had been too long ago, and years in my captivity made me instinctively know that I wasn't supposed to talk. I was not that kind of being.
Whenever they talked or made a sound, I growled back, wanting to tear them apart. I had done so for many who have guarded me through the years. The evidence of the fresh kill I achieved today was still on my claws and teeth. Traces of the blood of my enemies used to please me, but not today. Today I wanted something more than blood and flesh to sate my hunger.
"Stop it, Subject 102." That voice followed with a jolt of electricity across my nerves, making him growl louder in pain. This was also why I had difficulty breaking out. The chains sometimes hurt me when I was overly rough with them.
"What is wrong with you today?" I recognized that voice well. Very well indeed. My main tormentor, the man with greying hair and a constant cruel smile stood across my prison cell. The sturdy iron bars separated him from me. A deep menacing growl left my lips as the man tilted his head to the side, "Are you hungry?"
"We gave him food not long ago, Professor"
"Then what is his problem?" my tormentor asked, "What is it that you want, Subject 102?"
'That scent' I wanted to say. I wanted to say it with every fibre of my being, but I couldn't. I couldn't talk or ask for what I needed. And there was no guarantee that my tormentor would provide me with that source even if I asked for it. I was going to get out of here at any cost necessary; it wouldn't matter even if I were killed in the process.
More struggle, more strength my pulling, and more rattling of the chains seemed to worry my captors.
"He will break out of the chains in no time if he keeps up with that!" One of them shouted, "We aren't capable enough to keep something like him in our captivity, Sir. He is a Beast!"
My tormentor glanced at the one who said that, "He is a Beast that I created, I can keep him like I created him"
I applied more strength in my pull that seemed to shake the wall behind me. Debris and dust collected around the cell as it started to crack.
'Beep' 'Beep' Loud blaring sound started to go around the facility.
"Red alert! Guards take positions! Get ready to subdue him!" The head of the security team said as I continued with my struggle.
"Delta team, Red alert! The subject is breaking out of his confines! Fire when I give the command"
The professor just stood observing me while others scrambled understanding the danger. My tormentor was an eccentric man, even now, all he cared about was how I reacted. He worried more about how the experimental subject behaved rather than running away. Oh, I will change that soon. When I get my hands on him, he will wish that he had died before meeting me. I will tear him limb from limb and drain his blood before consuming him raw. I will do that until there is nothing left of him once I'm finished with him.
However, I wouldn't do all that if only he gave me what I needed. I want the source of that scent, my scent, Mine!
"The bullets will do him no harm, Henry," the professor said, "Don't waste your breath"
"He will kill us all if we let him be, Professor"
"Then tranq him" there was finality in his voice, "Keep tranqing him, don't give him the chance to gain strength. Do this until I say otherwise, Do this until I find what is wrong with him. I want to know what exactly triggered him"
"Copied, Sir" the guards announced, "Men, take your step and fire!"
Numerous darts of tranquilizers made their way towards my body. From neck to torso, there was no spot missing. The drugs inside them rushed into my veins making me falter. My eyes turned to slit as I glared up at the ones shooting at me.
They took a step back in fear when my gaze landed on them. Even while I was confined and immobile, they feared me. Clutching their weapons to their bodies, they continued to rain darts at me. I snarled, making some of them lose their balance and fall.
"Keep going, Men! Don't stop, we will die if we stop!" Dizziness hit me harder than ever before, but I refused to lose. I refused to buckle and let them off easy. I would do this until I got what I wanted.