I could see nothing, my captor had replaced the tape on my eyes. The cold, damp air felt like it would drown me if I tried sleeping. The tape wrapped around my naked body hadn't loosened up even a little bit. Blood and dread of my captors clung to me like my sins do. At least I killed one of them.

Still, this was it. They, whoever they are, had caught me. I knew I should have known better than to peek from the windows back then. They arrived right when the morphine wore off. They were clad in those white armored hazmat suit, the kind used by the radioactive bomb crew I once saw in the news. The environment crew must have reported me to some higher ups, who then ordered my capture. How else can you explain the armor? They knew I'm immortal. They weren't prepared for me, though. When they grabbed me, I pulled back and elbowed the helmet, before grabbing the nearest surgical instrument and stabbed them on their weak spots. The next one that showed up promptly tased me and tied me up in the basement.

They took Sarah too. My only real friend, struck to death right in front of my eyes. For some reason, they tied her up too. These... demons, what would they do to her? Would they...

NO. STOP. Lord, these dark thoughts were getting worse.... They kidnapped me too; I must steel myself.

Most of the pain I had had had subsided, but my insides still felt like a mess. My wounds had all closed up since I took the morphine, which might mean there's a roll of tape in me. No wonder it felt so weird. I loved how morphine took the pain right off my mind. Lord, I wish I had more of them.

Ha ha, wishful thinking. All I could do was lie here and hope to die, even if I couldn't.

Ages later, the steel door opened to the captor, the clangs of their armored boots coming closer with each step. I let a disgraceful grunt when he lifted me off the floor. They took me upstairs, handcuffed my hands, and released me from their grip, letting me stand awkwardly. The rough concrete floor surprised me as it dug into my feet. I pulled on the handcuffs and ascertained that the handcuff chained me to the wall by a relatively long chain, giving me some freedom of movement within the cell. I chose to stand still, fearing repercussions if I did anything wrong. I'd better escape with less scars.

The captor stripped the tapes off my body, exposing me bare. I had gotten used to that by now. I must. He pulled tape off my eyes last, letting me see again. The room was small, spartan, and certainly felt like a holding cell. The pristine white wall housed one single noble lamp, complementing the white concrete floor and the childish blue mattress near the door. Across the corridor was a cell just like mine, devoid of any furniture. A hose lay next to a toilet below me, the water bowl empty yet clean. It was almost as if they had prepared all this for me.

The captor towered in front of me, their helmet hinting at nothing behind. They stayed for awhile, possibly examining me before leaving me alone in my new prison. The cell was left open, but of course the chain wasn't long enough to reach the door. I sat down on the mattress and started shaking. This was my whole life now. The punishment for the sin of a murderer. Probed and experimented on in a lab until Lord knows when. I couldn't even begin to imagine what would they do to me. I once watched a movie about immortal people who can bounce back from death easily. Their government took them and used them for drug tests and crash tests, and tortured them when they had free time. Would that be my fate, too? Yet a part of me was also curious about my… condition. Am I really immortal? This was not the best way to find that out, but I ran out of choice. They might be able to tell me what I am after all.

Still, I didn't want to be a lab rat like this. Unfortunately, I could only hope to escape. I needed that hope, or else they will break me, kill my sanity. My escape efforts must be all out. I need to find a way to break out of these chains, get around the captors, or contact someone I could trust. No point contacting the authorities when you're captured by them…. But who could I trust? Sarah was dead. My parents were offshore, doctoring rich people in a cruiser. No, no, they might be in it as well. I couldn't trust anyone anymore now.

God, all these thinking hurt my head. I lay on the mattress and closed my eyes. A little rest might help. The shackles on my wrists and the chains made lying down awkward, but I had to make do. There was not much I could do right now.