The six of them looked around the lab. It was a highly guarded, well-hidden, and efficient place. Anyone could do whatever they wanted here and not worry about being found out.
There were tons of people being experimented on regardless of their age, race, or gender. Screams or horror echoed through the hall, the sound of begging and pleading blew past the ears of the mad scientists, and blood. There was a lot of blood.
A man was strapped to a table with tons of stitches around his body. His hands and feet were purple, not from the cold, but from being corrupted by the energy of demons. "Please! It hurts! It hurts! Make it stop! Make it....Ugh...Argh...EUARGHHHHHHH!"
Something emerged from within his body, escaping from his mouth, killing him in the process.
"Please! My son! Don't hurt my son!" A desperate mother cried.
