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"So, I've been here an entire year already. I'm just thankful that the others didn't get caught up in this." Siegfried spoke to himself, his chains rattling as he made another mark along the wall, a small smile covering his scarred and bruised face.
"It sure would be nice to see them again, but, sadly, that's never meant to be."
Looking at his large claw of a right arm, he shook his head, placing his left hand on his forehead as the tears slowly fell. "I've been through test after test after this blasted arm returned. Now I'm being used for experiments, and this demon inside of me grows stronger day by day. It's only a matter of time before I break these bonds and kill everyone here. I just pray that that day, I won't have to be a prisoner in my own body like I was so many years ago."
The hall leading to his cell deep in the bowels of Umbrella's Secret Underground Facility seemed quiet, as usual, yet the drugs had done their work: increasing his senses well beyond what they were, as well as allowing him to break every set of chains he'd been bound in to date.
The only side effect of these experiments was that it had reawakened the beast within him, and its thirst for blood and souls had been growing day by day, now almost unbearably so.
The thoughts of his friends and family were all that had kept his mind in tact, yet now the faces and voices of those he swore to protect are little more than shadows in his memories, replaced with the trials and tribulations brought on him by the Umbrella Corporation in their mission to create the ultimate life form.
The tests seemed to be going well, but at what cost?
You're encased in Testing Chamber #151, virtually a test tube. A breathing apparatus was forcefully attached between your lips and nose, suctioning Desflurane, a potent general anesthetic, pumping chemicals into your lungs. It felt relaxing, as if you didn't want to move. You're examined by Dr. Marice Baum, senior medical staff, who listlessly jotted down ineligible scribbles on a clipboard.
She honestly didn't want to be here.
Miss Baum hated working for the Umbrella Corporation, but it was the only work she could get. 34 years old and a disgraced bio-engineer, she was desperate. And organizations like Umbrella fed on that desperation. They paid well, but she was forever marked. She was able to support her kid, but she could never get a real life. No, that was far behind her.
... Oh, and about Umbrella making you a super-powerful well-honed demi-god-man... thing...