by T5
Naecken decided that enough was enough and tried to rise from the bed. But he was restrained by metallic fiber bands on his wrists and ankles.
In an observatory linked to the room by cameras, a team of scientists were watching his every move.
"Are you sure those bands will hold him down?"
"I'm quiet certain of it. He's been observed to only have lifted about a ton and a half once. These bands will take much more than that."
Naecken grew irritated, and the bands snapped as he increased his pressure on them.
"Impossible! He's free. Are you sure those bands were properly fitted?"
"Yes, I oversaw the whole thing myself."
Naecken felt a bit stiff, so he stretched himself and then knocked on the door. No reply. He waited a while, then knocked again. "Is anyone there?"
"Hmmm, he seems civilized, at least. I thought you said he was a brute?"
"He is a brute. Just look at that monstrosity. How could he have been capable of breaking those bands? They are all monsters... you know that!"
"Yes, well, let's just calm down now and observe what he does, shall we, hmmm?"
"You're right, of course. Sorry. I get a bit carried away with this sometimes. I wonder how long until he tries to break the door?"
"You have it charged as planned?"
"Of course. Heh-heh."
Naecken punched through the white, metal-plated door, only to find himself caught in an electric grid trap. Energy came from the door posts, trapping him in an electric prison. "Aaarrrrrrh!"
He tried to move, but he felt numb all over. That made him mad, so he lashed out with a foot and kicked the door post to pieces.
"Amazing! He still fights on. That grid should have put a whole elephant to sleep, if not killed it."
"Ah, but it's not over yet," said the other scientist with a grin. "He still hasn't found the way out."
The electric grid shorted out, and he was free. He stumbled out into a long, white corridor. At the far end, he was met by a huge, thick, metal door, almost like a bank vault door.
He hammered on it with his fists, to no avail. Taking a moment's breather, he then used his full force to smash it with one straight punch. The door broke in three parts, crashing into a second, similar door behind it.
"Oh... we seem to have a slight problem on our hands, gentlemen. Our probe is showing signs of being discarded by his body's immune system, or whatever it is that he has."
"Will that affect his memory?"
"I'm not sure. He seems to be a very physical man. Maybe his brain isn't as adaptable as his body... I hope."
The second door proved to be even less of an obstruction for the now-furious Naecken, who roared, "Eurostar! Nowhereman! Danny! My friends, where are you?!" Desperate tears flowed from his eyes. Where were his only friends? Why had he been abandoned here?
He walked to the corridor's end, when suddenly gas filled the chamber, and a strange humming noise was heard.
"Have you activated the capture device?"
"Yes. He won't know what hit him, just like the last fourteen times he's tried this."
"We'll prepare the mind wipe again."