The light, it's always the light that gets me. Not the metal tools or various fluids being inserted into me but the light. Those bright neon colors that make me feel like my brain and soul are being fried.

'sigh'

I have been stuck here for as long as I can remember, yet I don't even know where I am. I wish someone would answer my questions for once. Instead they just ignore me like I wasn't even there. 

But it's not like I haven't managed to gather any information. I have managed to find out what I'm called, at least by the experimenters.

Subject T43-C17-L40. 

Doesn't really roll of the tongue, now does it? That's why I have decided to call myself Diesel instead. Going by the three letters in my designation. Makes me feel more human...

Though I can't quite remember what 'human' even means and why does having a name make me feel more like it? These are the questions I'll probably never get an answer to considering how the experimenters completely ignore me.

'sigh'

Though I have managed to figure out that they're clearly changing my body. I have witnessed the after affects of the experimenters surgeries and drugs multiple times now. Every time I would become in the lack of a better word more 'compact' and alienated in my own body. If I can even call it my own body by this point...

But I haven't lost all hope. Since they are doing their research on me they clearly must have an end goal, right? So if they were to reach that goal they might release me for whatever purpose I was created for!

Or, at least I hope so... they couldn't possibly be doing all this just for fun, right?

Right.

Speaking of end goals. What should I do once I get out of here? Probably try to find out what happened to me. That seems quite important, yeah.

Though momentarily my biggest desire is for the experimenters to tone down on the light show each time they operate on me. Their lights are quite something.

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Though they themselves don't seem to be affected by the lights. Bastards must have faulty eyes or something.

'BANG'

Suddenly the whole facility shook with a thunderous boom. Enough to make my ears hurt. Real badly, at that.

'What the heck was that?'

'BANG' 'BANG'

The booms and explosions continued on with what seemed like no end. I am definitely gonna have hearing problems after this...

All of a sudden the roof over my head had collapsed and what I saw was an endless darkness with countless white dots. But that darkness was abruptly covered by a large amount of black smoke.

Well looks like this place is under siege or maybe just being razed to the ground.

I gotta say it doesn't feel good being bound here whilst it's happening...

Oh wait.

'Hahaha'

'HAHHAHAH'

'Holy shit!' The ceiling had actually crushed the edge of my cage a bit enough for me to squeeze through. This is truly great fortune!

As I awkwardly squeezed through the bars I had finally acquired the taste of freedom. And oh boy does it taste like sulfur and char. Probably from all the fumes from the explosions...

I try the door to the exit but it's still closed.

'You gotta be-'

A loud stomping of footsteps halts my sentence.

Oh shucks that doesn't good. As I try to think of a hiding place I happened to look up once more and decided that hole left by the crashed ceiling is my best chance of getting out of here alive.

I started stacking some of the rubble hoping that it will give me enough height so that I can grip the edge of the hole.

As I finally managed to get a hold on the edge the door to my chamber had been knocked down with a loud bang. In came 3 figures that were fully covered in unusual dark colored equipment.

'You there, halt!' bellowed one of them.

I took this is as my queue to pull myself up and get of there. Good thing too because it only took them a second to reach where I was previously.

'Geez, you guys are fast!' I yelled down to them as I started to bolt out of there. Hopefully I can lose them in this chaotic situation.

'Woosh'

The three figures immediately jumped through the hole with seemingly no effort.

Well there goes that plan...

Knowing that they will catch me no matter what I quickly thought of diplomacy.

'Okay, okay I'll sto-'

'Rippppp'

A sword pierces right through my left lung. As I realize what just happened I began to panic.

'Why di-' I couldn't even finish my question as I was already getting cut once more.

'Quickly ignite it!' Yelled the figure that was cutting me down.

My assailant steps away from me as I was just splattered with a bunch of stinky liquid. This stuff stings like hell on my cuts which were already hurting like hell. But it was about to get a lot more worse. A lot worse. 

The guy that threw this gunk now also threw a glowing red stone right, at me.

Right when I got hit by it I combusted into flames. If I was asked to compare the pain of the bright lights and feeling of getting burned alive I would hands down say that burning alive is most definitely more painful.