Mr Levin

In a laboratory far from anyone or anything within five miles all the doors were locked up tighter than like Fort Knox on Labor Day.

Inside were cold steel walls and thick cables ran along the seams and cracks as if leading the way inside the laboratory.

Soon we come to a main room where a one way mirror separates the center of the room like a tab divider in a notebook.

On the long cold table was the subject unconscious and strapped to an operating table with a table lined with surgical tools.

It was a young male maybe 17 or 18 with a long thick mane of shiny jet black hair covering his entire back easily.

His face looked like it was sculpted out of clay, his pale skin smooth and flawless without pimples or moles to ruin it.

Right now he looked peaceful, but once he woke up hell was going to quiver in fear when he unleashes his rage.

A tight black shirt hugged his upper body, showing off his muscular chest, his thick biceps and broad shoulders.

Faded torn jeans were covered in mud and dirt, hugging the young males' hips and legs to entice anyone who looked.

On the other side of the one way glass stood a man staring and observing the person in question as he was sleeping.

In his hand was the file about the subject, he read awhile ago and felt very disturbed from it other than it was a thick file.

The name-tag on the coat read Dr. Farlo who kept thinking about the term he came upon in the profile of the male.

'Alien Tech' sounded like something teenagers would use with how trends and fads change like the seasons.

Most likely a slang term for sophisticated technology obtained by illegal means or under the radar to be simple.

Why would be it be called 'Alien Tech' if it had nothing to do with aliens? Was there technology made by non humans.

The only aliens people heard about were either in movies, documentaries, cartoons, comics, science fiction books.

Besides aliens don't exist, they're made up right? The world may never now and it would be best to keep it that way.

All he knew was that his employer had a good reason for hiring special agents to get this subject as their guinea pig was beyond him.

Soon his assistant young Nicholas came by his side, sighing sadly seeing the subject strapped to the table like a frog in science lab.

He knew in his heart that this was wrong due to the trouble finding and restraining the subject since he was well hidden from them.

He trusted the doctor with no doubts, but he was starting to question the morals and ethics in this situation for personal gain.

" Are you sure this is the right thing? I never doubted any decision you make, but I feel this is a mistake."

"We're doing this to prove that anyone can change their life choice. We're doing the right thing with the stuff he's done it would make a nun start drinking or a priest start smoking pot. Besides think of the money we'll get from this, early retirement."

" The money would help out in a big way, but still I hope this isn't a big mistake."

A strange and chilling sound brought them out of their conversation, making their nerves strain more.

The subject was finally awake and struggling against his bonds, growling for not being able to break free.

Farlo sighed as he sent Nicholas and Selene the female neurologist to enter the room and watch themselves.

The lights went on blinding everyone, making the subject hiss as his eyes burned from being in the dark so much.

The males' eyes were a rich dark brown that glared with such intensity it could crack glass and turn it into a fine dust.

"Where am I? Who are you and what are you going to do with me?"

Farlo entered the room shaking his head the at subject's reaction seeing he was a brute.

" Relax for we are here to help you. If you cooperate, this will be over quickly."

The subject hardened his gaze before looking toward the ceiling replying "Yeah whatever" as he sighed loudly.

Selene handed Farlo a strange control cane with the body made of rich oak and the head shaped like a dragon head.

It had two eyes that gleamed in the light like flawless jewels, one green and one red with the horn on it's nose yellow.

The three buttons had a weird symbol on each one for a specific action that seemed to be written in a strange language.

Selene motions for Farlo to press the yellow button while Nicholas kept his distance from them and that cane Farlo kept in his possession at all times.

Farlo aimed the dragon headed cane at the subject, pressing the yellow button without hesitation making the subject scream and twitch in agony.

Every image and memory of his life that were precious and dear to him vanished as if nothing happened, but it felt like they were ripped out of his mind.

He soon went into a daze looking around the room, not recognizing anyone or anything he turned to the three occupants in the room hoping for answers.

" Where am I and why does my head feel like it was ripped apart?"

" You are in a hospital recovering from your injuries. You were in a car crash, a sharp knock to the head is causing your slight amnesia. Don't worry you'll have your memories back in no time."

The subject nodded slowly understanding why he was here, but he still had one more question that would change everything that happened today.

" Who am I?"

" Your name my boy is Kevin Ethan Levin."

Thus revealing the subject's name and starting the story of Mr. Levin