"I don't exist... at least, not in any official capacity. Not on paper, not in computer files, certainly not in any way to a world that either thinks I'm dead or never knew I existed in the first place. The experiments were a last resort. When you walk out of a court martial hearing facing a death sentence for a murder you didn't commit, and they give you just one option, one way out... what choice do you have? I took the deal. Agreed to be their guinea pig for their so-called Perfect Soldier experiments, and in return would live out my life in relative comfort within a heavily guarded research facility that existed no more than I did.

I can't really say they lied, but the sure as hell didn't tell me everything. When the first transformation happened, it was both terrifying and exhilarating. Once I got over my first shock of horror, the power was undeniable. I almost escaped -- almost -- but they were prepared. Given my training and experience, they knew full well what I was capable of before the experiments, and even anticipated how I'd use my new-found abilities afterward. They thought of everything. Hell, they were downright friendly when I was recaptured, bloodied and beaten, and acting as if I were no more than a child throwing a tantrum and they were the parents gently but firmly sending me back to my room. God, that pissed me off more than anything.

The experiments continued. My power grew, but so did my patience -- I knew better than to expose to them every conceivable method I'd use to one day escape. They know I'm up to something, but they're just as patient as I am. And the information they're gaining by experimenting on me apparently makes it worth the risk.

They don't know me as well as they think.

So here, locked in this non-existent prison, trapped in the skin of a monster, I began to conduct a few experiments of my own..."