I lay in the cage as feeling slowly returned to my limbs and with effort I sat up, a motion made awkward by how cramped the cage was. It was dark in the back of the van and as my eyes slowly adjusted I could see that there were three other cages, two of which were occupied.
“Hello?” I croaked, my voice scratchy from the stun shock.
The figures looked up at me but before they could reply a slot opened at the front, blinding my dark adapted eyes for a second before the light was blocked by the head of one of the men. “Quiet back there!” He snarled, his face lit by the flicker of the prod. I swallowed and clammed up, not wanting to be shocked again, and I guess the others felt the same way considering neither protested.
Shortly the van pulled to a stop and I could make out the sound of a gate opening before the van continued. A minute or so later it pulled to a stop again, but this time the engine cut out and I heard the men getting out. The door was flung open and my cage was opened up.
The guard started to say something when I lunges for him. Unfortunately being stuck in the cramped cage for so long meant my legs had fallen asleep and I tripped over the edge of the cage, tumbled out the door and face planted into the floor. Groaning I started to pick myself up when I took a cattle prod to the back and face planted again.
Hands grabbed me roughly and I was dragged to my feet. The men supporting me half dragged me across the room and dumped me in a chair.
“Tsk tsk, that’s very unbecoming,” said someone. My vision was still blurry from the electric shock and I couldn’t clearly see who had spoken.
“Was going on ere,” I slurred, working my jaw. “What’s going on?” I repeated, more clearly, “Where am I?”
“Welcome to the Repurposing Centre,” smiled a man in a lab coat.
“The what? Wait that doesn’t matter, you’ve got the wrong guy, whoever you want I’m not it.” I tried to stand but strong hands grabbed my shoulders and forced me down. “Let me go!” I shouted “Let me-“ my vision exploded again as one of the hands let go and a second later a prod was jammed into my side.
“Oh dear,” said lab coat “Best take him trough and strap him in. Such a shame to, he had such promise.”
I groaned as once more strong hands pulled me to my feet and dragged me somewhere. I was slammed into something and straps were fastened around me, followed by something round being forced into my mouth. As I remained motor control I strained asgainst the straps, but to no avail.
My vision cleared up in time to see lab coat enter followed by two guys about my age. I must have still been groggy as it took me until both were strapped in to their own beds to realise I knew them, it was...
