Nothing but my own gasping breath pierces the silence. The tall blue walls rush past in a blur. I pause to catch my breath, only to get a painful jolt from the collar around my neck.
"Subject K-134006, run faster." a disembodied voice says through the blue speakers.
When is this going to end? I've been doing this since yesterday. Non-stop. No food or water. I have a mental clock that reads that I have been doing this for 30 hours, 27 minutes, and 6 seconds. Seven. Eight. Nine. The walls flash by as I run, trying to ignore my exhaustion, hunger, and thirst. Nothing to do but run. I got a dead end and turn around, back the way I came from. They started me out with an easy maze. As soon as I had finished that one, I was put into another one, slightly harder, and bigger. It has gone on and on and on, for 30 hours, 32 minutes and 17 seconds. I turn another corner and see a blue door at the end of the hallway. The end of yet another maze. I come up to it and look for the hidden Handel. It's password protected. Numbers and letters. I look around for clues. Then I notice the slightly darker blue specks on the blue walls around the door. They are placed in clumps. I count how many there are to each clump. Six, twelve, seven, one, ten. I try putting in just the numbers. When nothing happens I try again, but replacing the Twelve with L, because L is the twelfth letter of the alphabet, and that clump was darker than the other clump. A hiss of air tells me that it was correct. The door swings open, and I expect the Whitecoats to tell me to run through the door on the opposite side of the room but they don't, and I collapse from exhaustion, barely through the door. Multiple voices speak all around me.
" Remarkable! " says a man with jet black hair.
" It's completing them faster than we can build them! " Says a female with red hair like fire.
" It's stamina and mind capacity is amazing." Says the same black haired man.
A face leans down to look into mine, and hands me a glass of water. It's a face I know well, unlike the other Whitecoats. And I hate it the most of all faces. It's a face that is at every "test". It is the face of MH Industry. The face of my creator. The face of Cite Mason. He is the one who donated the DNA for me. So in a way, he is my father. But not to the Whitecoats. To them, he's a Donator, and their boss.
"Good job. We just need a blood sample and then we will be done." Cite says.
As he is speaking, a Whitcoat grabs my arm and starts drawing blood.
When the Whitecoat finishes, he only points to a doorway not saying anything. I get up and walk towards the door. On the other side, a Mutt is waiting for me. Mutts are the other kind of hybrid in this facility. They are a combination of bear and human. They are the gaurdians of this place. This Mutt in particular is my personal gaurdian. He grins.
"Ello' Ryley." he says while smirking at my condition. " What's the matter? To tired to walk?"
"Shut up Aaron" I say back and walk past him into the hallway.