F11: First Delve<br/><br/>The days in the city were long and tiring as the people ran about doing everyday tasks, the noise made was rather a strain. The people never suspected that deep and far into the city's old subways that branched from the city and onto the main land that there were vile things happening. The old unused rails lead out into the woods but as well as an old town, the town was abandoned and held deep under the bank a lab was set up. The sewers was the hold to the lab and it ran far under the ground, deep enough that no noise would be heard. The scientists that worked down in the labs they created lived there as well as kept many captured people and animals. All races were kept in special cages made well to hold them, each one did not look normal anymore. After so many tests, torture sessions, fusings, and partial dissections none of them looked proper any more. Even so the beings were in no shape of escape - mainly becuase most were dead or were dying from the ill conditions made by the scientists. It was like animal testing but worse, none lived and looked like their original race.<br/><br/>Years would fly by and no one saw the people vanish unless it became constant, then it would stop to make it less obvious. One new addition that came to them however was an unsuspecting family of three, they were ambushed by the mutants set loose to patrol the town. The father and mother died but the five year old child was taken by the monsters, the young boy had screamed and fought back but only got beat back. It never mattered how old he was to the scientists, it only mattered that the boy was a new addition. He was tossed in with a female wolf; the wolf though looked more like a morbid mutant Hell Hound than a dog. She was protective of the boy due to her pups being slaughtered before her years before, she knew he was a man pup and knew that he was too young to be there. He never cared that the wolf was disgusting, she was a comfort now that his own family was gone and he was alone. The Human child was scared and the only thing he had keeping him safe from the real torturous experiments was the wolf's bite if he got hurt.<br/><br/>Soon however, after four years, the scientists took the mutant wolf and finished her off with poison. The boy was scared now and missed the female wolf, however he was taken away from the cell and set on a table. After an hour wails began to be heard as they worked on him, tested, and placed chemicals that burned in his body. It went on like that for eight more years; by now his memory of being Human was gone and he barely could talk let alone remember his true name. His body looked somewhat the same other than the large wrap that started at his elbow to a foot and a half past his wrist, even so half of his face was covered in bandages. His eyes were slowly dulling grey and were constantly blood shot, if only there was a way out. His body would ache every day when he was sent to his cell, never did he fight back for he didn't know how.<br/><br/>The boy was given the title of XI as a mockery for how many "successful" experiments that had happened to him, one of them dealt with the weird shape on his right arm. He never tore the wrap off to see his arm for it was plaster, he would have to break it, and even so he wouldn't know what to use it for. Under the facial wrap were cuts and gashes as well as his left eye was nearly sealed shut from the blood. His right eyes was the only visible one, and his nails were bitten into talons as well. The scientists did however let him wear something decent. Only pants though, the shirt wouldn't fit around the wrap on his arm. Even so his clothing were still soiled with blood and the chemicals used by the scientists, he hated them but as well as he never knew any other emotion. It only took till he was about twenty-five in years when he was too sore to even walk right, the only way he could walk so far was the wrap on his right arm. Everywhere on his body were scars and he was very thin now, he looked very sick as well but he held animosity in his eyes. His animosity was from hatred for Humans and whoever else resembled them, XI had no more Humanity... If he did, it was hidden in his soul somewhere locked up.<br/><br/><br/>XI was more or less sitting in his cell watching in the shadows as the scientists moved about, his eyes were now the color of the seas and held an erie sense of knowledge within them. He waited till no one would come and would begin to rap the cast on the ground hard as his body could withstand, the experiments not only changed his figure but gave him strength and a better senses. Only his sight and smell that is, by now he had a high pain tolerance as well. XI continued to hit the cast on the concrete floor till he heard a large series of cracks, the cast was broken enough that he could later break it himself. Today he was to break free of this hell, no longer to dine on filth, no more pain, now he was to break them for breaking him. The man's eyes darted about and crawled to the door and sat there, hissing he rapped on the cage door with his left hand. Mimicking a voice he heard a long time ago he called for help, when help came he backed up and hid as the few who came to see stepped in. His eyes closed and lunged at them and beat them with his makeshift claw and bit into their jugulars, killing them he went out and slaughtered all who got in his way of escape.<br/><br/>The man's eyes were blood shot even more as adrenalin ran through him, his eyes even held a deep sense of being feral deep inside. His breath was heavy as he found his way out and up to the light, he covered his face with a shriek and hid in he shadows. He never had seen the sun in many years, XI was scared of if for a short time before he went out and lifted the wrapped hand and broke it from the inside. His arm was misshapen and had a massive claw on it, flexing it the man let off a hissing laugh. Hearing something he bolted into one of the hotels and hid in the lobby. The black claw would take some getting used to but for now he had to worry about his pursuers, no way was he going back. Well at least in his mind that is. He had nowhere to turn to.