[@Kit DewStein]
Luke awoke to a loud banging on the door to his room, or more accurately his high-tech cage. His entire body ached and his muscles felt weak. His mind was fuzzy and he desperately tried to remember where he was and how he got here.  It started to come to him slowly; the creepy man and his offer of money and some kind of experiment. He sat up too quickly in the bed and felt instantly lightheaded. He looked around the room and saw the door open revealing two uniformed men wearing light tactical armor. Luke assumed they were guards, and he noted that they were armed. 

“Careful with this one, don’t let it bite you.” Said the taller man. “On your feet, solider.” The man ordered.

Solider? A memory triggered, the creepy guy again telling him about the experiment. He remembered the phrase genetically enhanced super soldier being used. His mouth was dry and when he went to lick his lips he realized his tongue was forked. Another memory, Vlad, the creepy guy, asking him one final question, ‘Got a favorite animal?’ Luke was slowly piecing things together.

“Hey, freak, get up and get to the dining hall.” The slightly shorter guard yelled approaching him. Luke snapped his head towards the guard and immediately felt fangs spring forth in his mouth, his hissed and leapt from his bed at the man. His entire body pulsed and he fell to the ground unable to control any movements. The other guard had shot him with some kind of taser gun and the other guard let out a nervous laugh before kicking him hard in the ribs. 

“Keep those fangs put away, kid, or you’ll get a lot worse.” The guard who shot him threatened. “You signed up for this, remember, best if you just cooperate, or we can always find more street trash if you prove to be more trouble than you’re worth. Now, follow me.”

Luke slowly got to his feet and followed the first guard with the second guard following behind Luke. When they got to the dining hall the first guard gestured towards the table of food. “Go play nice.” He ordered. Luke approached the table studying the unfamiliar faces that were already there. His stomach growled as he looked at the feast laid out before him. He’d never seen so much food before and couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had a real meal. He grabbed a plate and loaded it up with breakfast foods; eggs, sausage, bacon, hash browns, grits and some orange juice. He’d eaten half the plate before he even sat down. He took a seat next to the only other person he saw eating. 

“Hey, you been here long? Any idea what’s up with this place? I kinda feel like I just made a deal with the devil.” Luke asked, only half joking about the last part. He hoped someone here might have a little more information than he did.