(This part will be in the perspective of the new character as well as first person. Enjoy!)
I felt the cold grasp of a stone... floor? I couldn't tell, there was then a soft sound of someone talking but I can't understand it must be in some other language, sounds German I think. I open my eyes, the bright light from the sun bruns my eyes and very pale skin, I try to lift my hand but it hurts to try and I can barely feel my body. What happened to me? I can't remember anything, not even going to sleep! A man's head blocks most of the sun and my view, his red eyes shined with deep insanity and his black hair waved in the cool breeze, the red tips however somehow stayed still. His face was covered in scars, he spoke to me but... I can't understand German so I just stare at him like I'm going insane. He cocks his head and starts to speak in another language this time Dutch, seeing as I still can't understand he motions a soldier towards us. He speaks to the soldier in German and the soldier speaks to me in English, his legs shaking as he stands near his commander "I never thought you would wake up. Seeing as you can't move you must've been there for a long time." "There?"

I'm confused, where was there? How long was I there, I can't make sense out of my head. I feel as if there is a million pound fog covering my memories. Maybe talking to him will clear my head, "Yes there... The prison. Did you hit your head or something boy?" "I don't think so. Where was the prison? Do you know what I was doing there or why I was there?"

The soldier looked at the man in fright, he held his rifle close to his chest, his knees shook so much they made his whole body shake. The man shoved the soldier down the stone stairs and talked to me now. "The prison was deep underground, under America. I was "granted" entrance and we found you. All chained up in a large, spaceless, timeless room." His voice grew deep and slow, I could feel my soul shiver at his words, his eyes turned into a deeper red, they shined but never reflected. "Do you really don't remember? Do you not remember killing most of my men, telling us to leave, ignoring all of our questions? Attacking us with shadows? No? Hmm."

I could feel the fog lifting, I was beginning to remember, but not about what he was talking about. I remember the first time opening my eyes, the warmth of the green liquid surrounding my body, metal tubes attached to different parts of me pouring blood and other fluids in and out of my body. The green liquid was hard to see through but I could see men and women in different colored lab coats watching me, writing down notes, putting different fluids and poisons in my body, watching me scream in pain. One day they let me out of the green liquid container, they put me in a dark room where the walls crushed my body, my bones turned to dust but soon after they reformed, my hands were mauled to the point were they fell off. The "doctors" just sewed them back on and they still worked like normal and took me to another "test room" as they called it, I would call it the luck rooms, because I would have been lucky if I died. In this one there was wild animals, their skins were bare of fur and their bones were visible, like me they've never been fed but they were being fed now. I was scared, something ticked inside me, the whole room grew dark and empty, me and the animals had entered a spaceless world even though we were still in the luck room, the animals fears came to life and haunted them. I grew sick of watching these animals howl and whimper in pain, shadows came from the ground and speared the animals to death, the room turned back to normal but the animals laid there with no wounds but those from the shadowed spears. Although my head was torn off and my body ripped to shreds I was still alive... The doctors sewed my head back on as my body healed itself. they stabbed a few needles in my head for me to use should I need to, they kept doing their tests on me until I one day had enough. The room had once again turned into a void and spears stabbed the doctors more times then necessary. That was when I had spent the rest of my life in the prison. 

I told the red eyed man all I remembered and he just laughed. "You've been killed countless times yet now you can't even move your fingers! Some lab rat you are!"

I grew angry and I couldn't control myself. A shadowed spear stabbed the man right through his gut, he lifted his head up and smiled at me with fangs instead of teeth. His red eyes glowed brighter than the sun, "Well now! I think we will get along just fine... I wouldn't try this again if I were you. I can't be killed! So, it appears we have forgotten introductions before talking about this nonsense. The name's Galiea."

I swallowed my fear as I instinctively said, "I'm subject 31415926535897." "That's kind of a dick move isn't, being named after PI." "I was really only named after it because every time I was scared I'd say it to ease my fear." "That's still a dick move." "Yea I know..." "Well I ain't going to call you that! what's your real name?" "I never had one." "Hmm... How 'bout Stitch? Stitch Caspian Fanilea?" 

I shrug my shoulders I don't really mind the name plus, I don't think Galiea would settle for anything else either. I listen to him ramble on about a war he was fighting until a thought struck my mind, "Galiea. Do you know why I was created?" "Well in this research note thingy I... lets just say "found"... Says you were the only subject to survie all their tests. It appears they were trying to make an artificial god, I guess you were as good as they could get." "What do you mean?" "I mean like a god you have powers and can't age or be killed but! Any body part that is taken away from the body won't grow back, it has to be put back by hand. It'll still be alive either way but you'll won't be able to use it if you don't have it. After a long time though the body part won't need to be attached by thread or staples and will look like normal, like your hands." "Oh..."

I felt odd, and I didn't want to listen to Galiea anymore. I know I was created like this for a reason but what? It was clear that it was to kill but... kill who, or what, obviously a god of some sort. I didn't ask Galliea, he wouldn't know, it felt odd to think about it too. The more I think about it the more I get this feeling of who it is I was created to kill, but I still don't know who at the same time. I can't stop thinking about it and it's all I can concentrate on for the whole day and night.