» Sun Aug 08, 2010 1:24 pm A violent, piercing white light struck his eyes. Eyelids closed, they still burned though like the midday sun. Water struck his face to quicken his wake. He coughed, and opened his eyes to meet the light. He looked around. He was in a clean, metal room. He was sitting, slanted, on a table. His arms and legs were in metal braces welded on the table. A man sitting in the corner stood up.
"Glad to see you're awake." He said, with a thick South Carolina accent.
The other man dimly looked around, in a daze. He moaned and grunted, mostly in confusion.
"Where...where am..I. Wh-who are...you?"
The man walked closer to him, close enough that he could make out his shape and small details about him. He was wearing a strange coat, and smoking a cigar.
"Where you are is much better than where you were. As for who I am is none of your concern. Right now, you may believe you are safe. Secluded, even."
He walked over to a locker in the left side of the room. The locker open with the sound of metal against metal. He looked into it, grabbing a bag of something. The man couldn't make out what was in the bag. the smoking man walked closer to him. The man's eyes became clear, and he got see the man better. The smoking man was older than he was, mid 40's, possibly older.
"Do you know what's in this bag?" He said.
The man recognized it as his weapons bag.
"Those...those are my guns-"
"This is contraband! You shouldn't have these!" The man interrupted.
"Who are, what...What the [censored] do want with me!"
The man came much closer, only a few feet away. He took a drag off the cigar and blew the smoke in his face. As the man coughed, the smoking man spoke.
"Its not what I want, its what we want..." He said, a smug smile on his face.
He walked over to a wall with a glowing blue thing on it. He spoke into it, being much more formal than he was to him.
"Sir, he is ready for examination. Yes, sir. Yes, he should be. Alright. Over and out."
Not minutes later did four men in armor come into the room and cart the man away, injecting him with some sort of fluid. Hours went by, he was only awake for a few of them. He was subjected to grueling experiments. Painful conscience surgery, terrible tests and much more. When he was out of it, his dreams were filled with the replays of the times he was awake. He could make out what was happening. The last thing he remembered was being out, just a few miles away from New Reno. Then a flash of light. He awoke one last time, he looked around on his body, terrible, unprofessional stitch work covered his body. He cried out in pain.
The last thing he saw was a heavily armored man come up an hit him in the head with the butt of his gun.
He felt blood on his forehead, then, darkness.
