Eric Vance
A. Cell block A. Eric sat in his cell as he always did, staring at the outside and the cameras; staring at whoever was staring at him. They were always watching him ever sense they arrested him. Blackmail, bribery, and accessing forbidden files. Those were his crimes, and so he was sent to the labs. The machine didn't stare though, it made him do so. Repetition upon repetition, always the same sets of sights, and always the same fear. The dogs, the carnage, and those faces always looking at him no matter where he went. It was never very bright in the cells, but it was always consistent, so when a flicker came everyone who was conscious noticed. Then there was the scream, it wasn't very rare while inside but those prone to such behavior were subdued and gagged out here. Eric's body shivered as his eyes went from side to side, looking for any sign of movement.
"A. Apple. Allen. Argus... Apple?" He needed to make sure he wasn't in the machine again, it was always a surprise while in there as well. "They took me here... sometime ago." Next came the red hue, and he furiously rubbed his eyes. This happened on occasion, someone was getting uppity with the doctors, It was the same when I strangled that one old man. but there was no voice over the loud speakers. He placed his feet on the cold floor and walked closer to the entrance to his cell. He fell backwards and landed on his right arm when the sound of guns was sounded through the hall. It was painful to move it after that, but he wasn't sure if it was serious or not. The guns stopped just as abruptly as they had started, and then it was quiet again, except for this scraping sound. It came from everywhere!
He sat up beside his bed and curled his knees up to his chest. "I'm in the machine right now, they're laughing at this, it's hilarious!" He was trying to address the sound he was hearing off somewhere in the red glow, until it just continued. "Go away!" The only response was that he could now hear a low growl. He had liked dogs before being taken here, now they liked to chase him everywhere. He once smiled at every dog he saw and had to resist petting those belonging to strangers. They took that from him.
He heard the sound of boots in the hallway. Thankfully it drowned out the scraping and the growl, but it could always end up worse in here. So he stared where he had before, looking for anyone to give him some sign of relief for a time. "He...hello?" He was impatient for a sign.