by GoozX
Somewhere out there. Somewhere. It could be anywhere.
Everything was white. The rooms were each the same, no difference, size, lighting, even the same cream off-white paint. Lights, way too bright.
Men, some white, others dark-skinned, were pacing across a hallway between the small cells. They all had something in common: gloves, a lab coat, gas masks, all cold and serious.
Pressing a button that seemed to blend into the wall, a huge door opened, revealing a room no smaller than two football fields, also very well lit. Across the room were tables lined up, with objects and animals, men and women atop them, all faceless to us, strangers.
A tall, stern man stepped across the room, stopping before an older dark male with a well-groomed beard.
"The subjects?"
"Secured. Out cold. Chips implanted. The last few years will seem like nothing more than a dream to them. If, somehow, they do regain their memories, a failsafe will be set off. Spontaneous combustion. The 'revolution' is over. They are under our command."
"Excellent. Any difficulties?"
"Only the overly large brute. His skin was very dense, but after hours of chipping away, layer after layer, we got through."
"Time for our new members to be tested. Pin them up against each other. I want to see their power limits. I want to see blood."
"Yes, sir."