To fight monsters, we made monsters of our own, and of ourselves

"Subject G-32, proceed to Theatre 1."

There it was again, that mechanical discombobulated voice that ruled his life. He hated it. Hated the way it sounded so empty. Hated the way he was herded and ordered around like a thing. For once he wished he could just ignore it and stay where he was. Defiantly he refused to pick up his feet.

"Subject G-32, proceed to Theatre 1."

He had made up his mind, this time he would not heel to the beck and call of that voice.

"Subject G-32, proceed to Theatre 1, Now."

It sounded agitated now. Good. Make them stew he thought to himself. He felt himself cracking a grin, the newfound feeling of rebellion surging through him like a rush. This was a new feeling, and he liked it. It felt good.

"Proceeding with disciplinary protocol."

Suddenly he fell to the ground writhing in pain as the helmet around his head delivered a surge of electricity through his body. It hurt, it hurt a lot. He could feel tears leaking from his eyes and his muscles screaming as the voltage coursed through him. Everything felt like it was on fire. Then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. He panted heavily as he tried to recover the use of his limbs and stave off the pain that still echoed through his body.

"Subject G-32, proceed to Theatre 1."

Reluctantly and still numb from the electricity, he got up and began to trudge forward. He made his way down a familiar hallway and through a set of blast doors into a featureless white room with another blast door on the opposite side of the room as him. High above in the ceiling was a transparent floor where multiple people in white coats were looking down at him, like how one would eye a very curious rat. The doors behind him slammed close as he entered the theatre.

"Begin Testing."

The blast doors on the other side of the room began to open, revealing an unlit chamber behind it. From the darkness came the sound of snarling and ragged breathing. Slow heavy footsteps started echoing around the room as the beast inside came into view. A colossal Beringel, much larger than a normal, came into view. The boney plates on its body were far more numerous and thicker than that of a typical Beringel in the wild. This one clearly had to have been an Alpha that had survived for decades if not close to a century to get to this state. The Beringel's single red eye focused in on the only other thing in the room, him. Giving a loud roar and beating its chest, it leapt forward seeking to crush the seemingly insignificant thing before him in a single blow.

How foolish it was.

The Beringel suddenly found itself flying away across the room in the opposite direction before crashing into the wall, leaving a sizeable dent. It shook away the dizziness of getting hit and tried to refocus on its prey. Before it could get a decent footing. A black claw had shot out of seemingly nowhere and clenched itself around the Berengil's neck. The Beringel grasped onto and tried to pry itself away from its clutches, only for the grip to become even tighter, cracking several of the bone plates along its neck. It roared in pain as the Beringel felt its life being squeezed out. Twisting its head around it finally got a good look at what had trapped it. The insignificant thing it had planned to simply kill had changed dramatically. Its right arm had mutated into the colossal black claw that was currently around the Berengil's neck. It was dotted with spines and bone plating, a trademark characteristic of Grimm. Then the thing began to walk forward, slowly but surely. He stretched his left arm outwards and it began to boil and pulsate before morphing into a black limb, that from it grew a colossal lance-like appendage. The Berengil began to panic even harder and tore maddeningly at the claw around its neck, its natural instincts recognizing what was about to happen. Suddenly with a seemingly inhuman burst of speed, the thing had drove the bone lance through the Berengil's torso driving through its boney armor as if it were butter. With a pain filled roar the Berengil fell dead.

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"Again and again."he thought to himself as the Berengil died, its body falling limp and dropping to the floor with a great thud. Every day since he could remember he would be brought to this room, fight whatever monster was prepared for him that day, and then be returned to that lightless cell they held him in. He had killed so many of these things he had given up on trying to keep track.

"They" he thought to himself as he looked up through the transparent ceiling. "What are they thinking right now? Are they amused? Is this for their pleasure? What do they WANT?!" These thoughts echoed through his mind as the white coats above talked to each other while scribbling away on the tablets in their hands. He kept looking up towards them looking for an answer until that cursed voice came on again.

"Subject G-32, return to the holding cell." The blast doors behind him opened again leading back to his prison.

"I'm just a thing to them." He thought to himself, "A toy, an existence as worthless as those monsters." He once again refused to move.

"Subject G-32, return to the holding cell." The second warning, he knew what would come next. Another electric shock, another experience of being burned from the inside out. He looked back at the pool of black sludge on the floor that used to be a Berengil. It's skull-like mask staring back at him. The more he stared the more he felt like he could hear whispering in his ear, of voices unseen from presences unknown. Yes, a sign, a choice.

"Subject G-32, return to the holding cell, Now." This was it, the choice had to be made. He smiled. A true genuine smile under his helmet as he looked at his mutated limbs. The Grimm were calling to him. Their whispers becoming clearer. To fight, to escape.

To kill.

Slowly he closed his claw into a fist, and closed his eyes, no longer trying to hold the power within at bay, this time he would let them out as he always should have.

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Alarms blared throughout the facility as staff and security scrambled about.

"Initiate lockdown procedures now!" One of the scientists ordered from the control room. "Have squads 5 through 7 ready. Tell them subduction of the subject is their top priority." The entire facility shook as the scientists grabbed onto whatever they could to keep from falling over. "What was that?" the scientist demanded, "Where is he?!" A security captain's face came over the screen in front of him.

"He's currently here in Area 5! We're doing our best to stop him-"

"GET DOWN!" a voice called out from behind the captain. The captain ducked just in time for a bone spine to shoot over his head and embed itself into the wall behind him. The captain turned around and came to see the visage of death itself. The subject was sprinting towards him and the remainder of his team, the crimson lights on his helmet resembling the eyes of a demon in the emergency lighting of the facility. His men leveled their rifles and took aim but before they could squeeze off a single shot, this monster was upon them. Talons and claws lashed out at inhuman speeds as the security troopers were torn to shreds, painting the corridor with blood and guts. The security captain started spraying wildly at it with his rifle but this monster was fast. It bounded between the walls and ceiling as the captain tried to land a good shot on him.

"DIE, JUST DIE!" The captain screamed, terrified out of his mind. The monster leapt onto the ceiling before springing off and diving towards the captain. The captain tried to shoot it but the rifle only gave a small click. The magazine was empty. Realizing what had just happened the captain stumbled back and fell to the floor in terror.

"NO no NO Please, NO!" The captain screamed as the monster was upon him.

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Back in the main control room, the scientists could only watch as the subject fell upon the captain before the video feed fizzled into static. The main scientist slammed his fist onto the console in front of him. "Dammit!" He screamed. "Deploy the rest of the security personnel, and have the external defenses on high alert, we cannot afford the subject escaping!"

"Sir, we have an incoming transmission from Dr. Hyde." A junior staff member reported to him. The scientist's face paled.

"Yes..send him through." he stammered. The screen in front of him lit up again, this time filling with the face of a thin man with an ashen complexion. His white hair was slicked back impossibly straight, revealing a prominent willow's peak. Piercing blue eyes stared out from behind small spectacles, as if boring into the soul of whoever he was looking at. His presence alone gave off an intense aura of authority, intensified this time by the fact that he did look happy. "Dr. Hyde, I-" The doctor raised his hand, silencing the scientist immediately.

"Spare me your prattling, I don't want to hear it." the doctor said harshly.

"Yes doctor…" The scientist gulped and looked down, unable to maintain eye contact with the man in front of him.

"The only thing I want to hear now, is how this situation had managed to occur. We had ample resources and protocols in place to ensure something like this would not happen. Explain yourself!"

"We don't know either sir." The scientist began. "The subject just suddenly snapped as if possessed and began to tear at the walls of the observation theatre. We had tried to subdue the subject with a max voltage discharge from the helmet but it barely even seem to faze him. He was through the wall within moments and then began to rampage through the facility."

"Hmmm interesting." stroked his chin as he heard this news, looking more curious than concerned. "This is an interesting development. Perhaps the process had given him more gifts than we had anticipated."

"Sir?" the scientist was confused by the doctor's present demeanor.

"Regardless." Dr. Hyde looked back at the scientist. "See to it that the subject is brought back intact. There are more questions now, questions that demand answers. You will do well to see to it."

"Yes sir." The scientist replied, sill sweating from his brow. "You have my word."

"Good." Dr Hyde replied. "Now then-" There was a sound of a muffled explosion as another shockwave shook the facility.

"What was that?!" The scientist demanded.

"Sirs, there's a situation now at Area 2!"

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Freedom. He could feel it in his bones. The fuel canisters had done their jobs well, blowing open a hole in the outside wall of the facility, leading towards a sheer drop off a cliff into a sea of snow capped trees beneath. Away in the distance, sparkled a city in the sky, a million lights all hovering above an ocean. Above that, the shattered moon hung in the night, casting its pale light across the landscape. Stepping forward, he took a deep breath, smelling for the first time he could remember, the crisp night air. It smelled like liberty.

"There!" A voice called out behind him. He turned around to see the hallway fill with security personnel. "Stop him!" Gunfire filled the hallway. Reacting on instinct he made a break for the hole in the wall as bullets whizzed past him. Just as he reached his exit, he felt his shoulder explode with pain as a buried itself into him. The gunshot, though not lethal, was enough to throw him off balance and stumble, enough for another bullet to tear into his right calf. Realizing if he didn't get out now he would be as good as dead, with a final burst of strength, he threw himself out of the blown hole in the wall and down the cliff below. Seeing what just happened, the security personnel rushed forward, turning on the flashlight on their rifles scanning the rocks and trees below for any sign of the escapee, but with how high up they were and how dark it was in the treelines below, no one could find any sign of him. One of the security personnel opted to report back to central command.

"Sir, he's gone. He went over the side of the cliff. We can't find any sign of him." the security officer reported. The scientist, hearing this news, slumped back into his chair. Stunned and shocked, unable to comprehend what just happened.

"What now…" He muttered to himself.

"It appears that the situation has developed beyond my expectations." Dr. Hyde commented.

"Sir, please I'll-" Dr. Hyde held up his hand, silencing the scientist once more.

"You know what you have to do. Remember, he'll need to replenish his dust soon otherwise the Grimm element will begin to run rampant. By my estimates we have twenty four hours before that happens. See to it that he is back here by then."

"Yes sir!" The scientist replied with as much sincerity as he could as Dr. Hyde signed off. Sighing, feeling some relief that he still had his head on his shoulders, the scientist fell back into his seat.

"Get the rest of the security personnel ready." He ordered the junior staff in the room. "Have them conduct an aerial sweep of the area within a ten mile radius. I want ground teams ready to move in on command. The subject must be reclaimed at any cost!"

"Yes sir!"

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