The first thing Al noticed as he started regaining consciousness was the amount of pain he was in. It was unbelievably excruciating pain, and it made his eyes shoot open at the strange sensation. Instantly he started searching for the source of the pain, but was soon replaced with confusion. He now discovered he was now floating in some strange tube full of some unidentifiable liquid. How the hell did he end up here? The last thing he remembered was walking home, and the next thing he knew everything had went dark. He was broken from his thoughts by voices he couldn't understand, and they were coming closer. He struggled against his prison, as the pain grew worse and the voices drew closer. The source of the voices stood in front of his tube, and he found himself face to face with one of the Vitus, the alien species that had arrived a few months prior and had been at war with the people of earth. Now that he was aware of who his captors were he immediately knew what had happened, and he was not happy. Forgetting about the pain he was feeling in the tube, he started banging against the glass angrily. 

The Vitus observing was mildly surprised that Al still had enough strength to resist. He let out a laugh like noise at his endeavor. Struggle as he might, eventually the solution would do its work, and drain him. He looked back at the specimen, and noticed the effects were taking effect. Al's fist still beat against the tube but much slower than before, his face was tired now, but still held a look of defiance. Just as expected, once he was down observation would be easier anyway. It walked away to go check on one of the other human subjects. 

Al was starting to lose consciousness again, but he was furious, especially since the Vitus had the nerve to turn its back on him. The more he thought about the Vitus the angrier he got. They had the gall to capture him,and their constant attacks were starting to get closer and closer to home. The interior of the tube began to grow hotter,and hotter as his thirst for revenge grew. The liquid was starting to bubble as the temperature rose sharply, causing the tube to shake. The Vitus was alerted by the noise and turned just in time to see the glass tube explode, and Al stumble out of it, with a less than pleased look on his face. Al stood up and stared the Vitus down, both his arms covered in flames. The fact that he was on fire, but was feeling no pain was lost on him. The only thing going through his head was that he was going to beat the living hell out every single alien he saw saw on this ship, starting with the one in front of him. "Hey buddy I want a few words with you!"