Though no longer aware of what was happening, Chris ended up being lucky as several more tests were done during his stupors, such as gas poison, acid drips, and burns.   He was only able to wake up when he felt the world-shaking around him as two men carried him in a stretcher. Shakily, he tried to open his eyes to see where he was being sent. Though he could still feel the pain, all his wounds and scars were completely gone when he was brought to the physical examination room.   Inside, there was a man with glasses, hair in a rugged ponytail, he seemed to be contemplating while looking at the clipboard that he was holding, rubbing his chin before letting out a deep sigh.   “This is the subject sir,”

“I bet they were all surprised that you actually passed the test! They didn’t think someone of your kind would actually be able to do it, but look at you now,” his father let out a loud and hearty laugh as he kept slapping his back, seemingly happy and proud of what had happened.   It was Chris’s off on that day and he was allowed to leave camp for the time being since power users had that kind of privilege. So he decided to go home and visit his family. When he arrived a luscious feast was already waiting for him, so they ended up having lunch, since he really missed his parents' home cooking, being so far away for the past months.   “I...I don’t think that’s an issue dad,” he tries to laugh it off, feeling a bit awkward about the said subject, knowing what his father was pertaining to.   “Isn’t it? I heard they don’t treat people of the third sex very kindly son, maybe you should act more manly when you’re around them

He could still hear the ringing sound in his head, reverberating alongside blurry images of what seemed to be a large dog-like shadow above him. The only thing that seemed to be clear at that moment was the images of blood, lots of it, pooling, dripping, red liquid all around him.   There was even a vivid part in his memory wherein he was looking at his arms, covered in it as he laid down the cold, hard pavement.   A voice echoed behind his thoughts slowly waking him from the sudden depths of his dream-like memory.   “Special private Cruz, sir, are you listening!” the man said once more, snapping his fingers in front of his eyes.   Raising his head to see the white walls, tiled floors, and metal railings around him, along with the pungent smell of medicine and alcohol. That was the only time that he got back to reality, seeing the three uniformed men who were beside him. They were wearing a black sui

“Sir, exactly why are we here again?” Chris was unable to stop his voice from trembling as they were descending into the lowest floor of the underground base. “You’ll find out soldier,” the man wearing the white lab coat just said before remaining silent again. The sound of the whirring mechanism of the elevator and the man’s sudden quietness just made it even more terrifying for him, remembering what it meant to be on those lower floors.He literally jerked from the shock when the door finally opened, they were greeted by the sounds of hissing, ambers jumping from the metals being welded, the smell of alcohol, and the metallic smell. Soldiers were passing by one after another in haste, some were carrying weapons, others were pushing huge cages, along with them were scientists in white coats running around with their clipboards or tablets, discussing some things with one another i