Snippet #1754572

1:45 P.M.

With the loud slam of twin doors been thrust open, the daily lunch was interrupted. Clad in dark Kevlar, helmets, and body armor, several men burst into the room. Clenched in their hands were automatic rifles, electric batons, tranquilizer guns, and riot shields.

“Everyone against the wall! Move! Now! Hands planted firmly above your head!” one of them screamed, “Noncompliance will be met with non-lethal force; further disobedience with lethal force.”

With weapons waving in every direction, they motioned for everyone, including the staff, to obey. When their demands were met, all but two faced the door again with their weapons in firing position.

“Area secure. Roll it in!” said the leader.

Slowly the shape of a large steel cage appeared under the doorway. Electric steel spikes lined the inside of the bars that kept the creature within imprisoned. Even while it sat, strapped and tied to a chair, it seemed to cast a dark shadow over the room. It was clothed in a nylon straight jacket along with a single-legged pant pinning its legs together. A mussel and helmet covered his entire face, showing only the emotionless, eerie blue glow of his eyes. The rest of his facial features were shrouded in complete darkness. Dozens of leather straps, chains, and handcuffs held him in place inside the cage.

The cage was escorted by several more guards. Three held long poles with steel hoops wrapped around the beast’s neck. One stood at the front and the other two at the sides. Others carried electric batons, poles armed with syringes, and a few with assault rifles and shotguns. Their eyes emitted only a single emotion.

Fear.

The creature’s eyes scanned the room and the rest of the patients that were forced to stand against the wall for their own protection – from him. He looked at each of his “escorts” and tried to meet them in the eyes. Each and every one of them looked away. They looked away because they could not bear the single emotion that resonated from his eyes.

Hatred.

No. That was not all he felt. There was also rage.

Rage and Hatred.

Slowly, the cage was rolled down the hallway, toward the Maximum Security Zone of the facility. After several minutes one of the guards picked up their radio. Undecipherable chatter emanated from it.

"Roger that." he said, "Subject 72 has been delivered. Let's move out!"

With that the soldiers left the room almost as fast as they came in.