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It was a strange and miraculous first. He was being tooled about not to places that mirrored clinical hell, but actually allowed to become well again...to an extent. The scene itself was actually more a blur than anything else, until the white hallway.

Silent, feral eyes slid around, checking his surroundings with an eerie calm. Seconds ticked away; then, in a sudden surge of violent movement, he slammed into the scientist and forced the man into the wall.

Start talking, and pray you have your scalpel. Where am I, and how do I get out?

Seething hate rang in his words as he pushed a crushing grip on the man's shoulders. With his body more or less restored, he was a strong individual, even without the use of his disciplines. And he was pissed.

Wrong answer.

The hissed words marked the violence that was then enacted upon the scientist. Iden slammed his head forward, cracking the doctor's skull with his own. From there, it would descend into blatant brutality; unless stopped, Iden was going to hammer the man into the wall with his fists, then continue hammering until he had neither a face, nor breath in his lungs.

And then the sickening part would come. Iden had no need to feed from the man; he was fixated on something more important. With a sickening crunch, he began wrenching the dead scientist's right arm from his body. Quietly, methodically, Iden tore the limb apart, until only the sharpened bone was left. It would be his tool for the improvised surgery he was about to enact.

Whimpering at first, Iden gritted his teeth and plunged the spike into his own belly. He gritted his teeth, fighting back the gasp that came when he began to saw through his own flesh; it was horrid, painful and mind numbing, but it was necessary. That THING they had implanted was there, and when the hole was big enough, Iden was going to stick his fingers into the hole and rip it out. The little parasite's fate was beyond his capacity to care about. He tossed it aside and leaned against the wall. NOW he needed to feed...and the doctor still had some left in him.

Fists hammered on the walls; all of it was a test. Someone had the brilliant idea of unlocking his skills and powers. THe blows made no marks upon the wall, but they felt good.

With the bone implement as his favored weapon, and the doctor's labcoat maintaining his decency, he started down the corridor. Whatever these madmen and freaks had in mind, it could not be good.

Breeze, or blood?

Iden had had enough blood to make him swear himself off of it. He was sick of the constant stink of steaming vitae...it reminded him far too much of the butchery he endured daily here.

Breeze it was. Ignoring the wall, he continued to move forwards along the passage, keeping his improvised weapon in his blood-slicked fingers. He was sick of this place; he had full intent to finish things when this "test" ended.

The fan. It had to lead SOMEWHERE. ******** this test, Iden wanted out. If it meant misting into a vent and crawling to freedom, then....

But the more Iden thought about it, the more he realized that was a poor idea. For all he hated these mad scientists, he had to admit that they were well prepared. It would be careless of them to leave an open vent.

Right it was. He scrambled through the tunnel into the expanse beyond.

Electrified floors were bad news. Iden scented the ozone as soon as he slid into the room. There was no visible source, however...making it a curiosity he wasn't sure if he wanted to trust.

Aware that he could not stage an escape if he were incapacitated, Iden let one of the Ouroboros serpents test the chamber. When it was cooked, he felt the sting of the electricity, and swore.

Quietly, he planted his feet at the exit to the tunnel, and kicked. He hoped the momentum gained would propel him to the exit, where he could scramble his way out...otherwise, he'd be chugging vitae to mist his way over to avoid being completely crippled.

With his scramble to relative safety came a few more grumbles. The longer this wore on, the more Iden just wanted to throttle someone and go home. He was missing the mansion something fierce; a sentiment he was sure to make known on the poor bastards running this nightmare when he got his hands on them.

Now it came to the doors...and Iden was not interested in which led where. Celerity was his friend; both doors were hammered open night instantly, leaving him backing off to avoid any backlash.

The scientists would just love the inconsistencies Iden was making...with both doors open, the twin serpents were sent to recon each path. Weaving around the beams, one would seek to define the hallway and make certain his eyes were to be trusted. The other peered down the pit, and attempted to quantify that route. Iden, meanwhile, was crouched, clutching the bone knife in his hand as he waited.