Thread: The Experiment (Theris and  Izzy325)

Four white wall, that's all that Michael's world had consisted of, and a steel reinforced door. All his memories for the last twenty years were of this room, and what took place inside of it. It was bare, not a single piece of furniture or identifying marker. He stared down at the syringe laying in the middle of the floor. Ever day the same thing, he knew what to do. Standing up he walked over and picked up the small glass vial, and injected the serum into his bicep. He didn't know what was in the tiny glass container, only that there would be punishments if he didn't take it. His life had consisted of this room, and the voice, it had taught him what to do, told him what was expected, and punished him when he didn't meet those expectations. This was all that he knew. The voice had talked of other things, teaching him what he was, a soldier, the soldier. He had learned tactics, grand strategy, and the art of war. He had conditioned his body, learned how to fight, how to kill, and how to deaden himself to the pain. As the strange mixture flooded his body he felt it burning up his veins. afterwards a small slot in the door opened, and a tray of food came through it, the smells reaching him even from across the room. He hurried over, knowing that whatever held the tray at the other end would drop it if he didn't grab it. Not that it mattered, he would eat off the floor if he had too. As he munched away at the mashed something and bread brick the voice crackles to life. Good morning Michael... you have been doing well as of late, lets run through the list and see where we stand it said. He scarfed his food before standing, his body bare from the waist up. The first thing on the list was stretching, and so that's what he did, his body contorting in every way possible. With twenty years of practice the young man could probably tie himself in a knot if he wanted to. Next was the cardio, and he took off at a dead sprint, holding the pace for a good hour, and completed the required laps. When being tested he could do more, and had been forced to sprint for five hours in a row. Next was the general conditioning, push ups, various flexing exercises, and balance. Standing on his head, legs in the air he began, not only doing the push-ups, but flexing every other muscle in his body at the same time, contorting his legs in various positions to exercise other muscle groups. All in all, the physical aspect of his evaluation took three hours, just like he had been taught. Very good, next your knowledge the voice said, the voice was higher then his own, though he had never known the face it belonged to. He spoke, his voice fairly deep and resonant in the open room. He repeated Sun Tzu's Art of War word for word, every military formation and strategy, including descriptions for each, that he had ever heard. He listed the pressure points of the human body, the required PSI to shatter each bone in the body, and the locations of every major artery. He named weapons and their stats, everything from the bullet count to rounds per second, and how to properly care for each. Mid sentence on aggressive driving tactics he heard a thump against one of the walls, and paused. Please continue Michael the voice said, noticing the interruption. As Michael opened his mouth again the thump sounded a second time, only louder and again the paused. The sound was so alien, so unfamiliar, that it completely threw him off. He started looking around, trying too see what was making the noise, yet saw nothing. The voice had also fallen silent, normal the voice would have been angry at him, and punished him by now, making his ears bleed and rocking his body with noise waves. Instead all was quiet. Then it sounded again, the thump, even louder and the young man covered his ears in pain. Suddenly a tearing sound reached him, a blast of hot air, and sudden blinding light. He cried out in surprise even as he reacted, throwing himself to one side as a piece of his white walls the size of a door flew past him. Looking up he saw bright light, and could hear noises he had never heard before, rapid fire pops, and loud booms that shook his small room. Curious he made his way to the opening, and looked through the man sized hole. His mind was blown by what he saw, Multiple helicopters swarmed the sky as a ground battle took place below. They were in the middle of a city, one of the most dangerous urban environments for combat. A small voice in the back of his head spoke to him as he stared out at the world I want to go there. He saw a helicopter swinging close to his little view point, and took a chance. Spinning around he ran to the other side of the room, counted the seconds and then sprinted for the opening. He leaped just as the vehicle came within sight, reaching out, and grabbed on of the struts. He had no fear, not any more, and it didn't even register how dangerous his action had been. Clambering up the side of the chopper he saw four people in black suits and body armor arming a pair of LMGs. They stared at him, wide eyed at what he had just done, then one of them when for his gun. Michael lunged forward, jinking right as he made it into the vehicle, narrowly avoiding the shot from the pistol. He slammed into the other man, throwing him into the two on the other side, and spill all three out into the open air. Spinning around he sent a kick that caused the last man to share their fate, before turning his attention to the cockpit. The pilot was looking back, just as wide eyed as the others had been, and he to tried to grab something. Michael didn't give him a chance, running up behind him and in a quick twist, snapped the pilots neck. Unfortunately the pilots body leaned forward of the stick, and the chopper quickly plummeted toward the ground.