let go of him. He wasn't a murderer and it would stay that way. He left the perplexed guy and dragged himself down a back alley where he collapsed from the pain.
He was awakened very roughly by someone slapping a bucket of cold water in his face.
The bright light of the surroundings blinded him and yet he tried to see something, especially the men who were standing next to him. Only now did he realize that he was tied up. Panicked, he tried to free himself.
"Leave it, kid! You can't do that anyway, you're finally awake.We thought you'd sleep forever, "said one of the men," Okay Doc, the little one is awake, finally after 2 weeks ", he could guess the man's ice-cold grin. The bright light of an operating theater light was switched off and slowly he could Recognize something again. He raised his head only to see that his body was covered with new and old wounds. However, the thing in his hip was still tucked in. The men had decided to let it go so that he wouldn't escape so easily could.
"The kid's ability to regenerate is amazing"
A man stepped into his field of vision and played casually with a scalpel. “Let's see what he can take.” What was to follow for the next few weeks was hell for Drake. He was cut open and subjected to some sort of torture. Then he was nursed up over and over again, only to be tortured even worse a little later. He wished to die day after day. But this wish was not granted to him.Soon the wound in his hip was the least of the problem. With his help, the freak chip was invented, but he was never to find out. It was autumn now and the little one hated the men who freed him from his chains every day and dragged him back to the laboratory. Lately he kept hearing them curse that someone was killing their freaks and he was glad that they couldn't reproduce unhindered. He'd kept his pride all those weeks. He just wanted to get out of here, but he didn't know how. He was never really alone and when he did he was just chained and he had tried, but the chains were too strong for him.
A few days later he was hanging in chains as always ... only this time nobody came to get him. Generally nobody had come in the last few days. Did you forget him?
That was his chance. He could get away if he could break free here. He braced himself into the chains with all his might, tugging at them again and again, ignoring the pain, ignoring the exhaustion.Braced himself against the wall and pulled, the procedure took hours, but it paid off. At some point the chains broke and he was free. He couldn't believe it yet. But he was able to take time to look forward to it later. Now it was time to get out of here. He opened his cell door cautiously, but no one was there. The whole building complex was extinct. He found his things in a box in the laboratory. They were bloody, but at least he didn't have to walk around naked anymore. That damn metal on the hip. He eyed it and he had to get rid of it as soon as he was out of here. Hobbling he approached the exit, but he wasn't as alone as he thought. A freak and his ghouls appeared behind him. He didn't want to end up as a snack and hobbled faster, but the figures chased him incessantly. Outside it was pouring rain and he felt how his condition had suffered from the weeks of agony. They caught up with him. It didn't matter who it was or why they were chasing him.He had to get rid of her. To Trafalgar Square. Tired, exhausted, freezing and drenched, he now faced them. And when they attacked him, it was like something else was taking control of him. He ticked off and, regardless of his own handicaps, turned them all into dust. The blood of his victims was clinging to his claws when he came to. What did he do? He hated himself for it. As if in a trance he shuffled through the rain, he had no idea where he was going. He just followed his feet into a nearby church, where he hid on the roof for the first time and could now regret his fate. But not even here he was alone, because a dark red-wrapped figure formed out of the darkness….