They took me from my family...
They ran tests on me, gave me a number...
I am Subject Alpha, but you may call me Meta...
The memories that are left over are hazy. I barely recall my family, I had a mother, a father, and a younger sister. I don't remember their names, I don't remember their ages. Their birthdays, their jobs. Nothing. They are just blank faces. I just remember being taken, I remember the wires and the tubes. I remember waking up from it... I had newfound abilities. They called them that anyway, I'd say they're more like powers. I'm faster now, more agile too. Oh, and one more thing... I can turn into a hawk.
They first took me in here four years ago... At least, I think it was four years. My sense of time has failed me, as have many other things. For the first two, they ran experiments on me. Erased my memories, gave me a new name and a number. I was #000, or Project Alpha. And I was the first successful experiment. Once we hit the third year, they began to get into more depth with their experiments, infusing my DNA with that of an animal's. In this case, it was a hawk. And to their surprise, I survived. I wish now that I didn't survive, I wish now that they never succeeded. They have more now, the Omegas. If I hadn't had been a success, this would have never happened to those taken in.
I blame myself every day for it. And when I see them around the facility, I can't help but feel sympathetic. They have no idea that the man they are meeting eyes with in the hall is the reason they are here. And I don't think I can ever tell them. That is, unless it's ever needed. I don't know why it ever would be, unless they somehow escaped. It was possible, Mr. Simon had talked to me several times about it. He had confided in me, went behind the boss's back. There was another Mr. Simon had told me about... Subject Omega #003. He said her name was Chiyo, said she was like a daughter to him. She's the one I seem to know the most, despite never meeting her. I hope one day I will, hopefully I'll be able to swallow my guilt.
Meta set his pencil down then, flipping the journal shut and hiding it quickly under his mattress. It was an idea that had just dawned on him, and so he had stolen the notebook and pencil from a supply closet nearby. He could write down what he remembered in them, for record. In case he'd ever need them, in case somebody else ever needed them. His room was placed on the opposite side of the facility from the Omegas, as he had requested. He couldn't stand looking at them in the eyes for long. He felt guilty.
But there was something that drove him today, some sort of desire to speak to Mr. Simon, whom he knew was always with a particular Omega. Chiyo, Mr. Simon was watching over her constantly. And so it wasn't long before Meta arrived in the Omega section of the facility, coincidently running into Mr. Simon. Along with #003 and #007, whose eyes he avoided looking into. It was then that he turned to walk away, only to have his shoulder grabbed by Mr. Simon. "Meta, it is time." Time? He couldn't possibly mean the escape could he?