The Scars

The Change

  "Good! Your awake." The doctor says looking at Sam. He walks toward a little silver table and searches for something and finally finds it. "I bet your head is starting to hurt." He says lifting a syringe with a purple liquid, and flicking it. As he walks toward Sam he chuckles "Although I wouldn't worry about that. You'll be in more pain in a few seconds." He says as he leans foward and inserts the needle into Sam.

  Sam moves trying to avoid it but to no avail. As the needle enters he can feel it break the skin. A slow burning sensation rises and falls, followed by a feeling of movement under his skin. As the liquid moves it feels as though tiny ants are crawling and biting under his flesh. His hands begin shaking and he cries out in pain.

"Please God!" He cries out and shakes violently. And then it stops. The feeling is gone, he no longer feels any pain. He sighs, "Thank you" he says panting, sweat beginning to pour down his face.

The doctor chuckles "Oh God didnt stop that you did." He says going into the corner and grabbing a bucket of water. "You see the chemical i just ingected you with should have killed you. You shake your scream and beg, and then...die" he says pausing "Its rather sad actually. Hm, oh well here."

The doctor undoes the ankle straps. As he does Sam tries to kick him, but soon realizes its useless his legs are jelly he can barely lift his finger. "Ah yes thats a side effect dont worry here in a second youll get your strength back enough to scream and shake all you want."

He lowers Sam's foot into the buck taps the side and imidiatley the water bigins boiling.

After hours of torture that would make waterboarding look like a time killer the doctor says. "Well now youve made it far enough that you can learn a few things."
He says while unhooking the two jumper cables from the battery.

Sam, barely able to keep his left eye open says, "I-If I get out of this chair," He stops and breathes heavily. "I will rip your arms off," he pauses to catch his breath "and shove them down your throat."

"Hmm" the doctor smiles "that's great!" He says as he roks the battery away. "But your gonna have to wait in line. Because every person in the place, that isnt carrying a gun, wants to kill me"
He moves over to Sam and sits in a chair next to him.
"Now let me explain three things. One, your never going home. Two, your not the same you have abilities now we will teach you to use them."

"And three?" Sam says tearing up and weak.

"Im not gonna let you out of that chair." He says laughing "No but seriously this place is a government funded weapons facility here we create weapons and make them usable for the military.

"You know" Sam says chuckling a little "I can beleive that." He says through an evil grin "But what i cant beleive you're this close." His eyes flash purple as a burning sensation engulfs his body sending a bright flame out of every oraface of his body. As the flames spread and set a small fire in the room the heat griws too much for the doctor and he is sent flying back.

  As the doctor calls for security Sam grabs his shirt collar and raises him up above his head.  "What cha doin there bud." He growls through a twisted smile.

"H-how!? How are you doing this you should be in emence paib. H-how are you awake!?" The doctor asks, panic filling his words. He soon realizes theres a change in the man holding him. He's not the same broken man that was just tortured. He's different.

"Shut up!" Sam barks, his eyes now glowing a bright purple.

'What is this? How am i doing this? More importantly, why does this feel so good!?'
He smiles and says. "Now-" Sam feels a sharp pinch in his neck and he falls barely concious. His eyes now back to their normal shade of ugly brown. His arms weak and he loses feeling in his body. He's paralyzed.

"What the hell took you so long." The doctor yelled out holding his neck rubbing it. "He's different! I- I think hes like-"

"Shut up! Get cleaned up!" A voice ordered. "Boss we might want to prepare the special cell. This one's got some fight in him."