A few days later.

More prisoners were taken, and the atmosphere inside the prison turned gloomier by the minute, the prisoners felt like they were next on the chopping block.

Paranoid the prisoners stopped interacting with each other and isolated themselves.

Fletcher perched nervously on the edge of his bed, his knees bouncing up and down without rest, he had a dream last night, a very vivid one. Luckily for him, he blended with the rest of the anxious prisoners.

'Last night, I dreamed about killing people and eating their flesh, I got bigger and stronger the more people I devoured. The dream was so graphic that I can still taste the blood and flesh of all the people I killed' he thought.

Fletcher put the sheets over his cell, this was a common habit of prisoners who wanted some privacy.

He undressed and got a small hand-sized mirror he had hidden in his cell. Soldiers, unlike the guards, didn't search the cells very well.

Fletcher checked his whole body from head to toe for anything out of the ordinary.

'Everything looks fine, there is no visible change on my body,' Fletcher reassured himself.

Unbeknownst to Fletcher and the prisoners, the military had a device that could detect the high energy emitted from an awakened human.

Fletcher put on his clothes and continued his day as usual.

At midnight, the sleeping gas was released, and everyone was knocked out.

Hours later.

Fletcher woke up. He was not in his cell. He was tied to a hospital bed, and his entire body was restrained, and his mouth was gagged.

He panicked and tried to free himself but to no avail.

His eyes darted around, and he saw a few doctors looking intently at him. They had a very cold and unfeeling stare. One of the doctors approached Fletcher and removed his gag, he said, "Your name is Fletcher, right?"

"Yes, I am," Fletcher replied.

"Quite the rap sheet. You're on death row for brutally killing 3 people in a bar fight. Strange, not much else is included in your file. It doesn't matter anyway.” The doctor put the file back on the desk and added “You're probably wondering why you're here. Let me explain. You see, there is a deadly disease out there, and we are trying to find a cure as quickly as possible, but we can't test them on innocent civilians, so you guys have to do it. Let me assure you that we are taking all measures to guarantee your well-being…" the doctor went on to show a good doctor routine.

Fletcher knew that nothing this doctor said was true. 'But why is he telling me all this?' Fletcher thought.

"So Mr. Fletcher, we need your utmost cooperation," the doctor said in a monotone voice. "If you help us out and answer all our questions, you will be making a huge contribution to humanity. And I have some great news, depending on the success of this facility, if you contribute to the development of a vaccine you will be pardoned by the president and gain your freedom."

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Fletcher's eyes narrowed as he listened to the doctor's words. He knew that there was more to this than just answering a few questions. "Now that you've laid the carrot, let me see your true intentions," he thought to himself.

"Let's start with something simple," the doctor continued. "Did you have any dreams lately? Not a simple one, a dream that felt real."

Fletcher hesitated for a moment before answering. "No, I haven't," he said, a bald-faced lie.

The doctor looked skeptical but moved on to more questions. "Have you experienced any strange sensations or abilities, such as levitating, super strength, or anything like that?"

Fletcher thought of Ed's dream and how he had talked about being able to float in his sleep.

"No, nothing like that," he lied again.

The doctor's face twitched and his fake smile turned into a deep frown. "Listen up, you trash," he said, his voice rising in anger. "Don't test my patience. Next time you lie to me, I'll make you regret the day you were born."

Fletcher's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes gave a chilling look.

The doctor felt his hair rise, but then he got a hold of himself. 'Why am I scared by a prisoner?' he thought to himself. 'He can't do anything to me while I can.'

Fletcher looked directly at the doctor. "Actually," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I did have a dream. A dream that I was out of this place, living a normal life. But I guess that's just a fantasy, right?"

"Alright, if this is how you want to do it, fine by me," the doctor said, crossing his arms across his chest.

Fletcher smiled inwardly, knowing that he had gotten under the doctor's skin. "Bring it on," he thought, ready for whatever the doctor had in store for him.

Fletcher remained silent, refusing to engage with the doctor any further. He knew that the doctor's threats were empty and he didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing him react. Instead, Fletcher decided to bide his time and wait.

As the questioning continued, Fletcher maintained his stoic demeanor.

Days turned into weeks, and the questioning became more intense. The doctor and his team used a variety of tactics, including sleep deprivation, sensory deprivation, and other forms of psychological manipulation to try to get Fletcher to talk. But Fletcher remained steadfast in his silence.

One day Fletcher lay restrained in his bed, his body still aching from the previous night's brutal interrogation. He was lost in thought, wondering what his fate would be in this place. Suddenly, the room began to shake violently, causing Fletcher's heart to race with fear. At first, he thought it was an earthquake, but as the shaking intensified, he knew that it was something else entirely.

The bed tipped over, sending him crashing to the ground. The mechanism that had locked him in place malfunctioned, and he was finally free. He scrambled to his feet, wobbling as he tried to regain his balance. The hallway outside was in chaos, with inmates and guards alike running for cover. Huge cracks started to form on the walls, and debris rained down from above.

Fletcher stumbled forward, using the walls for support as he made his way toward the exit. He could feel the heat of the flames as they licked at the walls around him, threatening to engulf him at any moment. Deafening roars echoed through the halls, shaking the very foundations of the building.

As Fletcher burst through the doors and into the open air, he was met with a scene of utter devastation.

The prison was under attack by a monolithic monster, a towering behemoth that stood a hundred feet in the air. Its skin was oily and scaly, its eyes glowing with a fierce intensity. It raked the building to the ground with its massive fists, tearing through steel and concrete like it was paper.

Fletcher stood rooted to the spot, completely overtaken by the unbelievable scene in front of him. He watched as the monster brought the building crashing down, engulfing everything in a cloud of dust and debris. Suddenly, the entrance collapsed, and he was buried under the rubble.

He struggled to free himself, clawing desperately at the rubble around him. The air was thick with dust and debris, and he struggled to breathe. Pain shot through his body as he fought to break free, but he refused to give up. He knew that if he didn't get out soon, he would be trapped there forever.