Darkness. Pain. All I saw was darkness. All I felt was pain. My left eye slowly fluttered open, yet I still could not see. My right eye snapped open, yet I wished I could not see.
I wished I could not see the clamps attached to my hands and feet, leaving them trapped and in pain like a mouse caught in a mouse trap.
My skin was barely visible through all the needles inserted in my torso and limbs, a strange black liquid being pumped through my veins.
My screams of pain were ignored, the screams that begged for mercy, the screams that pleaded for help.
Instead, they increased the amount of black liquid flowing into my veins, making my screams grow louder.
My vision blurred.
I was terrified.
I thought I had died.
Alone and afraid. Alone and afraid for so long, wondering what wrong-doing I had done to deserve this.
My mind became fragile, like a glass close to shattering. Like a twig being stepped on before breaking.
My eyes shot open as I heard yells and screams of joy.
My head was reeling, like a drunk having a hangover.
There were yells of 'it worked!' and things like 'finally!'
I was confused.
Trying to look around, I felt a restraint on my neck and a muzzle on my face.
Looking down as much as I could, all I saw was mud-brown fur and 10 long, sharp, silver claws like kitchen knives.
Everything I saw through my left eye was tinted blood red.
The restraint on my neck was attached to a chain, being held by a man in a black suit.
As the clamps were released, I collapsed to the floor.
I slowly and painfully rose up, standing on 2 paws and hunched over slightly.
The chain was yanked, making me yelp.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the man in black said, "experiment R4D2 has succeeded!"
There were yells of joy.
My mind snapped at that point. The glass shattered, the stick splintered.
The yells soon turned to screams.
My mind blacked out.
The next thing I knew, I was in the back of an Arkham Asylum transport vehicle, my muzzle reattached and in a straight jacket.
Looking out the small window, I saw the lab burning.
I tasted blood in my mouth.
I loved it.
I loved the pain and death I had created.
I smirked under the muzzle, pleased at my work.
And I laughed the whole way there....