Adam woke up. A light shone brightly in his eye, and then immediately clicked off.

"Subject is awake." A robotic voice droned. "Commence Revival trial No. 1."

Before Adam could even react, a gun pressed to his forehead and a bullet was in his brain.

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Adam wasn't dead, but he was not quite alive either. He couldn't move, or think, speak, and he was sure that his heart had indeed had stopped beating. He wanted to scream, but his mind was a blank slate and his limbs disobeyed his orders.

He wasn't sure how long lay on the somewhat soft bed as blurry people chattered around him and fiddle with buttons switches. But then he heard something. Lub- Dub. Lub-Dub. Lub-Dub. It beat, faster and faster until Adam's mouth opened and he took a big breath of air. His heart had started beating again and his limbs were functional.

"Success! A voice cheered, and a cheerful murmur arose in the room. A person pressed their gloved hands to his neck, feeling for a heartbeat. They nodded and then asked him to move his fingers and toes. With effort, he wiggled them each, and the woman gave him a wide smile.

Adam was alone in his thoughts for hours, as words had failed him. Then someone came.

They were in a long purple cloak that dragged behind them as boots clicked on the hard tile floor. They approached him, and Adam was surprised to see deep purple eyes staring at him.

"Hello Adam," he said, and Adam wondered how he knew his name.

"Are you hungry?" He asked. Adam then noticed the pit in his stomach and nodded slowly.

On a table beside which Adam could not see, Seto picked up a small cracker and dropped it into Adam's open mouth. The sound of the door swinging shut accompanied his footsteps leaving the room.

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Ian's head hurt as he lay in the unfamiliar bunk bed. The same beds lined the walls. As he sat up, his hand raised to his head and was amazed to find a circle on his scalp exposed and shaven. An odd lump protruded from the center of the circle, right in the center of where a circle of pain throbbed. The other bunk beds were empty, except a boy who also slept soundly on the bed beside him.

A wristband was also around his wrist. He squinted at the minuscule writing.

Ian Oculis, It read. Experimental Weapon Development Subject.

Ian had no idea what this meant and had nothing to do, so he lied back down on the bed and tried to sleep, but found his dreams had twisted into nightmares.

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