Chapter 2: MIA is no vacation!






Blinding Brightness flooded his retinas, all he saw was white. Piercing white, so bright it seemed to rack his body with pain. Closing both eyes, he strained to stay awake. Don’t sleep, don’t show who’s got the bigger balls here, this would be the same thought that dominated his mind sense he arrived in hell. At least that’s what he thought it was. Hell, for all he knew, breathed, tasted, and felt was excruciating pain, 24 hours a day.

Arms where tied down onto restraints, his legs were also restrained. His naked body sat on a cold metallic medical chair, with several nylon straps holding down his chest and hips. In both his left and right arm several thing rubber tubes where connected through long needles and medical bandages to hold them in place. Up his left nostril a feeding tube ran all the way into his stomach. Many scars twisted and showed themselves across his body. Old and new each one was a tale in of itself. Some cuts still bleed while other seemed infected. Yet despite a year, of nothing but experiment upon experiment his body was still kept at maximum physical strength. Muscles all protruded tightly across his body. His hair had been tied back in a long braid. This was usually the handy work of the nightshift nurse, who had a passion for hair styles. More on that later.

The medical facilities at the space station Prometheus where second to none. The world’s greatest minds all worked here to further advance both MS technology and human DNA research and development. The EAP held a large and vast think-tank in this facility, all dedicated on building the next super soldier. The Crimson Dawn research was the latest embodiment of this goal. For the past year scientist had studied the 181st captain’s body and its reactions to the various drugs and Neuro enhancers, being developed. Sense he was never supposed to have been a TA soldier when participating in the supposedly Falcons Claw terrorist incident, the EAP used his MIA status to have a test subject submitted to all sorts of test and experiments, without worrying about any red tape.

The lights suddenly turned off and complete darkness overtook him. From inside a control room opposite to the holding cell hundred of monitors all displayed vital signs as well as infrared and live ultrasound images of the test subject. Over 30 scientists both men and women crowed around as they analyzed all the raw incoming data. “Ok everyone ready for the main show tonight.” Announced a male scientist who seemed in his early 30s as he adjusted his lenses, he was greeted by a few small laughs from his colleagues. “Alright run scenario 13 let us see the reaction of the new drug.”
Even though he strained to see nothing but pitch darkness engulfed him. He felt tired and began to relax with the absence of the lights when he heard the faintest of cries. Immediately his hairs were on end. He strained to hear yet he heard nothing but silence. Then again the cries this time louder, suddenly in front of him as appeared a girl; a dim light illuminated the room enough for him to see her. She wore a familiar dress, yet as much as he tried he could not remember it.

As soon as she saw him she gasped and held her hands to her mouth. Marcus strained to look at her face something was eerie familiar about this chic, he thought yet he could not recall what it was.

“My god, praise Allah the merciful you are alive!” she exclaimed as she continued to look at him. Her reddish blond hair, the lightly tanned skin, her small breast, the grey blue eyes, the rosy lips, her chin, her hips as her long skirt seamed to mold to them. In his mind something told him this was not real, it was not possible, yet at the same time he had a strange feeling he knew this woman.

“Who the hell are you, why you here, did you participate in the operation as well, where you captured, who is your commanding officer, what branch are you from.” Again he studied her dress. It was inlaid with multicolored geometrical patterns, and was white at the rim of the skirt and at the seams, and around the torso. She wore a silk scarf across her head partially covering her hair.

“After so long have you forgotten me, do you not remember the promise?” She spoke as she walked towards him. Each step lightly echoing on the harsh metal floor.
Immediately his brain began to spark as something long buried began to resurface. The first thing he thought about was the letter “S” and what seemed like a word that started with that letter. Yet he could not grasp it.

“Look I never took it off all this years and I still wear it” she pointed to a bracelet which hung from her right wrist.

The golden bracelet sparked even more suppressed images, images he had long forgotten. Yet the word or her identity still eluded him.”Listen either you know something I don’t, or this drugs are starting to get the better of me. But I do not know you, and that does not answer the fact that how the hell you get in here. From what little I can tell this is some sort of underground research facility of sorts. And besides I don’t know if you haven’t noticed but I am totally naked with tubes coming even out of my ***** and strapped to this chair. So yeah, at least help me get free.” Marcus looked at her face again the eyes they seemed to almost look right through him, or did he looked through them, he was not sure.

“Always to the point, obviously I know you are strapped there, the tubes I don’t like, but the nudity well, I certainly don’t mind.” She giggled a laughter that was as if Marcus where punctured by a lightning bolt.

“Selene, Selene….SELENE!!!” He screamed her name, it was overwhelming or him this feeling, as if he had no pain no grief no anguish, he was no longer hungry no longer tired, just excited and happy.

“Duh, finally took you long enough, well let me help you with those, I been here long enough to know it like the back of my hand. Right now they think I am on my brake.” As she stepped closer and inched her face almost up against Marcus, she smiled.
“I guess it’s now my turn to save you. My myrmidon!” At this words Marcus began feeling his cheeks burn, yet something also nagged at him, some distant thought or memory, as if something was not quite right. This he however quickly dismissed as the memories of the Punjab came flooding back. Them washing clothes, or chasing the herds of sheep, or bathing in the pure water springs, all those memories, came flooding back as if the current for some long dried river had been restored.
Tears began to stream down his face as he stared at her face. “My god . . ., you are alive, you are alive, oh god, Selene, you are alive Selene, Selene your alive!” he continued to rave almost frantic as he lost control over his emotions, and his body. The chair was bolted to the floor yet this did not stop him from trying to wrestle free.
“Calm down, yes I am alive, and why you crying so much for, calm down, or someone might hear, anyway, let me help you get out of here.” She walked up behind him and kneeled down and began to fiddle with the restraining cords. Marcus tried to turn around to look at her one more time but he couldn’t his head was only able to get slight glimpses of her shoulders and hair, as well as part of her skirt.
Then alarms began to blare, almost immediately he felt starch terror grip him. “Hurry Selene we have to leave now.” He screamed at her as he still tried in vain to wrestle free.

Just then the front metal door slides inwards and 4 guards all wearing white biological hazard suits walked in. “You what do you think you are doing” Instantly Selene jumped up from behind Marcus and took a step back. “RUN get out of here.” Screamed Marcus but as she began to move the four men encircled her one of the punched her with a savage right hook she was thrown back and landed several feet away from Marcus feet.

“You fucking bastard, untie me and try that on me you shit.” He screamed, rage and furry where now uncontrolled in him. He fought against the restraints. Using all his strength he tried again and again to brake free. The men no surrounded her and as they looked down on her one turned and looked at Marcus, even though they all wore the same white uniform, their eyes were clearly visible as their face from halfway down their nose to their chin they wore mask. The man looked at him; Marcus seemed to almost growl at him all he could do was stare. He then turned back to Selene who still struggled from the heavy blow as she tried to support herself. One of them savagely kicked her in her stomach. A scream and a large almost airless groan came wailing out of her as her body contorted from the savage blow to her abdomen. She began to vomit small contents of her stomach, as she laid there in outer agony.

Marcus now on a frenzy, his whole body straightened every muscle flexed every fiver, was clearly shown as he used all his physical might to wrestle free from his bindings. Then another of the man grabbed a hold of her skirt and tore it off. Selene helplessly tried to hold onto her skirt as the men began tearing of her cloths piece by piece, she began to implore and scream for Marcus to save her.

His arms now bloody red from fighting against the straps would not stop moving. He screamed and shouted and cursed at the four masked attackers yet they continued on with their new form of entertainment. Soon the veins all across his body began to become more and more visible. His heart felt as if it had stopped yet he felt a bit stronger. Pulling and straining against the straps he desperately tried to free himself.

“YOU FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT LEAVE HER ALONE, FIGHT ME FIGHT ME.”            His screams echoed across the small metal room over and over. All the while the assailants continued to rip off the dress.

“Marcus save me, save!!” She screamed as she tried in vain to fight off her assailants.

He struggled; again by now the straps had begun to give way for his body was able to move slightly.

“Alright who wants to go first?” One of the men spoke as they looked down on the now nude and shuttering Selene. She desperately covered her naked body as her right side of her face was swollen and blood came from her broken lips and nose.

“I will, I will teach this fool how to properly fuckhis wife. Look carefully boy, you will learn from a champion.” The man began to unstrap his belt and threw it across Marcus face. The white leather belt slapped hard against him. This confirmed that it was indeed real indeed it was happening. He was alive and this meant Selene was also alive. As he continued to struggle the other three men picked up Selene by her shoulders and forcefully stood her up forcing her to expose her nude body. With tears in his eye Marcus pupils fully dilated. Everything became a blur he could no longer feel anything.
“Marcus please help me . . .!” She whispered as tears ran down her eyes. Blood still dripped from her mouth. As three of them held her firmly the fourth graved her left breast and squeezed it extremely hard, this caused her to scream out in pain. “Oh I am going to enjoy this.” As he reached with his right arm inside his pants, Marcus whole body became almost larger then before every muscle violently contracted and expanded, his right arm ripped free of the restraints as his left soon followed. Then using both the strength in his legs and those of his arms he ripped off the ones holding him by his ankles finally he ripped the belt that restrained him across his lap. In seconds he had both hands firmly around the rapist neck. Even though the man was actually taller then Marcus, he picked him up off the ground as he strangled him. The Man violently shook in his grasp kicking and trying to wrestle free, he even tried kicking Marcus in his genitals, yet Marcus was now feeling only one thing, murderous rage. The other three rushed to save their comrade letting go of Selene in the process, as they approached; Marcus applied all his strength and crushed the man’s windpipe along with snapping his neck. He died almost instantly. He then threw the corpse at the incoming three. All of them where caught by total surprise and slammed against the hard floor.

Like a wounded lion who lunges itself at any hostile creature with all its might, so too Marcus threw himself at the remaining three. As they struggled to their feet he smashed against one both feet landing squarely on the Mans chest. Graving him by the uniform he pulled him up and with his right fist clenched began to punch him at full force. After the first blow the man was unconscious, but he did not stop he kept his relentless assault upon his victims face. Soon the sound of bone cracking began to fill the room. The remaining two guards were able to get back on their feet and graving an electrical baton they tried sapping him with high voltage electricity. This only made Marcus dropped the now second corpse and lunge for his third assailant. The man swung the baton down in a vertical strike only to have his hand stopped by Marcus left hand; with his right he graved the man by the neck. Again with his body fully flexed he picked up the man and on pure grip alone broke his arm at the wrist. As the man tried to scream Marcus ripped off his hazard suit along with partial piece of his neck. Blood spewed from the wound as the dead body collapsed to the floor. The final Hazard gear wearing assailant tried opening the security door only to have Marcus viciously kick him in the back. The impact was such that instantly two left ribs where broken. As the man fell from the pain, Marcus graved his head and began to slam it against the metal door. On the second impact the man had died, yet he continued. His teeth clutched tight, his brow was twisted in savage fury. He didn’t speak, just screamed as he slammed the crushing head against the metal door. Blood stained all across the room. The tubes and needles that once riddled his body where no thrown about as he continued to slam the dead man’s bloody head against a now blood stained white metal door. His arms all bled from where needles used to be inserted some still remained lodged into his veins, yet all he cared about was crushing his enemy. Like a savage beast that ignores all pain and only concentrates on the kill.

As he concentrated on crushing his new found toy, a stun gun was pressed against the back of his neck, instantly the world became darkness. He slumped and toppled to the metal floor.

“So gentlemen it seems while, sample 282 failed to develop any higher level cognitive functions, he more then compensate with physical strength. All in all I say this has been an 82% success.” Kenneth Dwayne, remarked as he swiveled around in his black office chair. His glasses shined brightly from the holographic and LCD displays, all around him.

“However the fact that the subject has such a dependency to a past trauma does lend to further research.” He spoke as he moved his glasses with a finger.

Again the same distant mumble, ever so often it would come and go. About all he could tell was it seemed as if to be a woman, at least that’s what he thought.
“So has he spoken anything?” Kenneth asked as he stepped into the small observation lab. The metal gray-white door sliding shut behind him. As he walked towards the small medical bed, he noticed a single hot pin tulip, in a small clear glass container, with water reaching up to almost the top of the vessel. The single flower made a sharp contrast on the other wise horribly boring room. Its color shined brightly as it contrasted against the over all white walls and table.

Just as the tulip a lone figure sat reclining on a white chair arms crossed her rosy white skin seamed to almost shine, as her fiery red hair also became the sole focus of attention. Wearing the imposing uniform of EAP military intelligence, her blue eyes not once moved from the being tied to the bed.

“Nothing.” She spoke as her brow seemed to narrow and an expression of concern washed over her.

Kenneth studied her for a bit he moved slowly deliberately to the beds opposite side, eyes shifting from the beds occupant the fiery red head. Reaching into his medical coats top pocket he fished out a small pencil sized flashlight. With one had he spread the eyes of his latest subject of curiosity, while with the other he flashed light directly into the eye. He studied as the light brown eyes slowly reacted to the light.
“He seems to be reacting nicely to the treatment, if all goes well, we might be able to move ahead of schedule.” He spoke as he returned the small flashlight into his pocket, eyes now fixed on her.

“By the way I must commend you wonderful performance, I truly enjoyed it, and you have talent Selena.” Kenneth allowed himself a quick smirked as he headed for the door.

“I’m glad.” Not once did Selena take her eyes of the bed, as Kenneth turned and was walking through the open door she slightly turned to face him.

“By the way, that was as far as you will ever get from me.” Her face turned rigid as she narrowed her eyebrows and stared down the lab coat wearing Kenneth, who simply raised his shoulders and exited without turning to face her. The door again slid shut behind him, and she relaxed once more.

She then picked up the full medical report holding it with one hand as she ran her fingers through the black hair.

“Marcus, you are the key to my success. Soon, very soon now.”
Placing the medical chart back on the tables clip board she walks out, and the door once again shuts tightly behind her.

“So Nathan have you heard.” Rick an engineering assistant to Nathan spoke as they both walked through the corridor labels C-12, on their way to the section 3 cafeteria.
“No, I have a knack for being the last one to find out anything around this place.” Nathan Leviticus spoke with a slight hint of annoyance play across his face.
“Well rumor has it that 4 of the guys that recently transferred here are now all in cold storage, if you get my drift. But that’s not all they, as in the rumor it was our hero guest who did them in.” Rick spoke as he leaned close to Nathan his voice low.
“What when this happen, and who, or why?” Nathan was now puzzled for he guessed it would more then likely have been something dealing with the medical research department, he always new they where the major source for all the corpses in the morgue.

“Well about a week ago, this one nerdy tech girl, told me, she was doing the monitoring for some projects under this guy, what’s his face…oh yeah Kenneth something. Anyway she told me how she was monitoring the transfusion process of some chemical or something when she saw the live video, of this long haired guy literally smashing the head of a hazard tech worker, against a door.” Nathan stopped his walk as he listened he thought over what Rick had just informed him.

Again Rick leaned in close to him “Oh and that’s not all the guy was completely naked as he smashed this mans brain in, when this nude girl shot him with a stun gun on his back. She told me that was all she could see as the video was cut off, and she didn’t want to get involved.” Rick leaned against a wall stretching his hands across the back of his head.

“Now that I think about it, this place is seriously fucked up; they deliberately made him kill those guys, that’s just wrong if you ask me. Well hey let’s keep going I’m starving” Again Rick began walking in search of the cafeteria, Nathan followed a few steps behind as he was still musing over the information.