After being captured and taken back to the lab he feels like there's something about him that's slowly starting to change. This creature, beautiful in a sort of way seems to be developing a new outlook on things; corruption is taking it's toll. It's rather sad, he was once honorable. Now he's nothing more than a prisoner caged within a bare room holding no windows, no light. This unfamiliar deduction or process of reasoning isn't native; the "change" isn't of the best. "LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Nixon yells in a loud, horse voice. One could tell just from what the youth sounded like that he had been vocal quite often. This wasn't the only time he's ever yelled out. A loud bang against the metal door hinted that the guard was fixing to acknowledge Nixon. "Shut up you hound" the guard outside the door says in retaliation to Nixon's pleading. Weeks in this hell has brought about a new physical appearance; he's grown paler and he looks weak. In all honesty though he's still just as strong as he was before. They may be able to keep him here but he refuses to let his strength fade. Slamming closed fists against the stone wall Nixon lowers his head causing white hair with black bangs to descend. Leaving his fists against the wall he gently places is head against the stone, doing so he then adds, "I SWEAR, IF I GET OUT I'LL SLAUGHTER YOU ALL, YOUR BLOOD WILL STAIN THE WALLS YOU FUCKS!" He's starting to lose hope, the fights starting to slip away. If he could he'd level the place but there's no way for him to do so. If he gets to out of hand the guards simply force electricity into his body through the use of small lasers located in all four corners of the room.