*Year: 2022*
*1st POV*
Yawning I slowly rose out of the steel bunk they called a bed, scratching my face as I did so taking care not to get too close to the walls. Wouldn't want to have a repeat of my first day here, too weak to get rid of all the water, and dry out the bed as well. I mean this place may hold supervillains and freaks of nature all that junk.
Well for now at least, I mean everyone deserves a fair trial and all that, don't want any human rights violations now, would we? Oh, wait I'm technically not human anyone so who gives a fuck am I right?
I would escape eventually though, after all, there was still one guy out there who needed to die. The man who killed my family and made me, that fucker with a machine for a head and his annoying voice!
Well, one can dream anyway, I mean I was essentially a living glowstick surrounded by my fellow circus freaks. I think one of the guys here had duplication powers or something, although I did hear they were being transferred to a let's say, sunny location. Well, that was the rumor anyway, no idea how it started though, it was pretty much one of the few pieces of entertainment in a place like this, well besides reading books or newspapers of the outside world.
The food was pretty decent if I was being honest, they had this nice quiche that I liked eating, well I'd like it a lot more if I didn't burn it while chewing. Wish I could say they had the same drink variety, just plain old water till the day you died, no seriously I've seen them wheel a corpse out of here before, I think it was some weird half-octopus, half oh what was it, I think it was a porcupine or something similar at least.
One of the weirdest things I've ever seen, honestly I was surprised they kept it imprisoned and didn't just you know, Old Yeller it. Although that reference might be a bit too out of date for most people, but hey not for an audience of one, aka me.
Although I guess they had their own reasons for not doing so, probably just your standard fucked-up government research. You know how it is, put the freaks through rigorous experiments and see what happens. They probably dissected it by now, see how the unholy hybrid ticked and all that, once again pretty standard government dark stuff, probably a bit worse than what you'd normally think if they put any of what they learned to use.
Well, good old-fashioned dark government fuckery that everyone knows goes on but never wants to talk about it. Well except for the conspiracy theorist, but those guys are nuts I mean flat earth, flat well obviously it's a cu...pft. Sorry can't even think that without laughing, in fact, I let out a little chuckle I think a few people heard because they looked at me before going back to whatever they were doing.
Didn't matter though as the daily food train came through, the guy pushing the cart full of food that looked like a bird regurgitated twice over was...Pete, I think. He had the usual prison guard armor, well typical for this place anyway, no they had the heavy stuff alongside equally deadly weaponry strapped to them, well except for Pete our resident lunch lady or man in this case, doesn't matter which honestly.
He got a tray out and approached the door putting his hand on the side of the large metallic door as the small hatch opened on the other side. Pretty soon my side opened up as his side closed, and I grabbed the tray with the spoon as it immediately started to burn.
Well, I then did the only thing I could in this situation, I slurped down the disgusting slop and put the tray back where it came from, heavily burnt and ready for disposal. Wherever they do that anyway, probably bury it deep beneath the earth, I mean I do make people sterilized just by being around.
But hey who wants kids anyway, I mean I know most people in here definitely don't. I'd imagine a few of the guards probably already had kids or were nowhere ready to have them yet if they were working this gig, either they needed the money or their saving up. Doesn't matter either way, pretty sure there was gonna be a beak out soon or at least an attempt at one, I mean it's what been a week since the last one. So like clockwork, someone will try again, get tased or shot, either be bulletproof or die to the first bullet, either that or laser honestly didn't know if they upgraded yet.
I would admit I would be curious to see what would happen if I tried to block a laser with my natural radioactivity, what with being a giant Halloween decoration. I mean bullets and even tank shells disintegrate before they could do any real damage to me but I've never tried a laser before, heck it could be a fun little experiment.
I rubbed my chin as I laid down on the nice cold metallic floor, and looked up at the ceiling wondering how it all came to...this. Getting straight back, I slowly got off the floor and stretched my arms not wanting to do a cliche flashback while I slowly rot in jail.
I mean who would that help, me the very sociopathic being that would scare and give cancer to any therapist crazy enough to try and "help" me? I mean would they even be qualified as a therapist at that point, I mean aren't there some criteria they have to fit into in order to qualify or do they just have to check off a few boxes?
Well, the odds of me finding out/getting one are the same as someone actually breaking out of here alive, low, and nearly below ground like we are.
Well the good thing was, I was smiling.