Subject 82

Number 82

The picture above is Echo in his creature form (a warg)

Echo's POV:

I was startled by the sudden screams of pain. Awakening from my sleep, I sat up, slightly wincing from the sudden movement. Each subject is separated from each other in different cells. Mine, was much more than a cell. I have only a few memories of my cell, a white, bland room with no windows or doors. Surely, I knew there was a one-way glass for whom I called "The Testers" watched.
Rarely was I allowed out, since I could easily hurt someone. I had been told before, that I had beautiful green eyes, and dark red hair. My birth, of course, was anticipated. I knew that the Testers had sped up my birth, since they could not wait to start testing on me.
  I was blindfolded, and chained in my cell. My wrists, with chains wrapped on them. I could only go so far in my cell without seeing, and with the chains. The blindfold, was for my caretakers. I had injured many of them before, when I didn't have the blindfold. Not being able to see, of course, scared me. I wanted to be free.
  I had never seen the outside. I didn't know what my voice sounded like, either. My caretakers, always spoke to me when they came in to wash me, or even at times, feed me. Rarely was I fed. One of the things I knew, was that I was starving.
  I couldn't ask for items, or foods. I don't know how to speak, neither had anyone ever taught me. I only communicated with sounds, and those sounds often being whines of terror, and at other times, cries of pain.
  Most of my caretakers called me Subject 82, but a few named me Echo.
I didn't understand "Echo" at first, but I soon learned why they called me it.
As a child, I often made cries, or sounds that would echo through the halls of the facility. So, they decided to call me it.
  As a part of testing, the Testers would put small animals inside my cell, and take my blindfold off. It started with small animals, and ended with bears and wolves. They'd make me kill them, and I hated it. When I heard they'd be using me for something called a "war", I was...quite confused, actually. I wondered what they meant, and soon found the answer to that.
 

"Hey, 82." A man said, walking into my cell. I could only hear him walking towards me. Distantly, I could hear cries and screams before a door was shut in the cell.
"Hungry? The cooks got you Mac'nCheese tonight..." He said. I could feel his eyes on my blindfold.
Suddenly, my mouth was forcefully opened and something was shoved inside. All I knew, was that it was NOT ANY FOOD I've ever tasted. I choked for a moment, and spat it out. I heard him mumble something before shoving the disgusting thing back into my mouth. "Swallow." He said. I did. It tasted alot like antibiotics, but more gross. Is this what life is? Getting shoved into a room for all of your life span, while starving to death?
He fed me my dinner, and left.

Everything was quiet, from then on. I never slept. I couldn't sleep, thoughts raced through my mind. I wondered what was outside my cell. I've heard stories from one of my caretakers. She was kind, and I adored her. She told me stories of her experiences "outside". I was curious to what "outside" was. She said, there were trees, grass, animals, and much more. Of course, she expected me to know what those things were. I did not, though. No one had ever explained anything to me. Nothing at all. Eventually, I fell asleep, in a very uncomfortable position. But that was the only way I'd be able to sleep.

The next day, I woke to the feeling of smacks on my head. I groaned. "Wake up kid. Breakfast." I sat up quietly, and was fed another disgusting medicine. I wanted to know what they were feeding me. I was slightly scared, a bit anxious. When I felt the fork touch my lips, I immediately pulled away, not wanting to eat. I was starving, but something told me I shouldn't eat what he was giving me.
I heard a light snarl,before another smack was delivered apon my head. I cried out, wiggling in my chains. He groaned, "Fine then, don't eat. Bathroom time is in thirty-two minutes." He growled. I heard him open a door, and walk out.

A buzzer went off, and my chains released their tight grip on my aching wrists. I wanted my blindfold off as well, but I knew I was being watched, and I'd be hit many more times if I took it off. I went to a corner of my cell, the corner I knew very well. 10 minutes, was the time limit for bathroom time. One toilet in each cell, cleaned weekly by caretakers or staff members. I did my business, and leaned against the wall, before a door opened. I jumped slightly, immediately facing the direction of the sound. I instinctively reached for my blindfold, but two hands grabbed me. I cried out, screaming, and rapidly trying to tear off my blindfold. Had I done something wrong? I did what I was supposed to do. I didnt break any rules.
  Then, the person slammed a hard item into my back, and my head, causing me to pass out.

I woke to the sound of beeping. I knew where I was. My blindfold was off, and this was the only time it was allowed off. The testers knew that when I'm scared, I can't attack anything. My hands and feet were tied down, and I could only look down to my arms and see nothing but tubes and needles. In one tube, blood ran through it, and in the other, a strange blue liquid. A woman walked in. I recognized her as Lucy. She smiled and walked to me. "Hey, buddy...we are just doing some tests today, alright? If you're good, we might let you go outside..." She said, putting a hand on my shoulder, obviously trying to comfort me. I hated testing.
  I hated it because these people would put strange liquids and objects inside my body, and I always had a feeling they were there for bad reasons. The strange blue liquid flooded through the tubes as I saw my sight fade, dizziness replacing the drowsy feeling I had before. Lucy was gone, but I could hear her voice. Then, everything faded to black.