squirming of millipede - 'capture'

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— TREMBLE FOR YOURSELF MY MY MAN — tags
YOU KNOW THAT YOU HAVE SEEN THIS ALL BEFORE

Visions of a life before strike him like blades in his chest.
He felt freedom, for one morning, alone.
There was no one to share it with.
There was a pile of dirt, a friend in the ground.
And there was the sun, with all of its light, and warmth. But he wasn't warm. He was freezing cold.

And he never got to feel that same sun ever again.
An experiment was never meant to be free.

His mind is filled with a familiar static, noise cancelling everything out. Fear was clear, but he did not do anything about it. He was frozen, eyes wide and body curled into a defensive position, though helpless, staring up at the creature that had taken him. It was a strange scent that had pulled him, and then large talons that stole him away.

The tiger's identity was slowly slipping, but, still, he's no idea where he has been taken. That was, until, another creature arrived, announcing a familiar name. A name he's recognized to be an enemy. Heat rises. Sparks travel about his pelt, flames quickly sprouting as he feels a prod at his shoulder, a warning snarl escaping him. "Let go!" he demands, voice cracking as growls edge at it.
No. Certainly not dead.

But what rights did he have, demanding orders? He is a weapon.
Those memories had escaped him, leaving behind vague feelings of what had been before. And now, it seemed they were shuffling back, replacing room left from just moments, days, weeks before. His mind is juggling between thoughts and things he knows to be true. So, what is the truth?

He is in the Pitt.
He is on the verge of combustion.
He was a weapon.
He does not know what he is to do.
And nothing about this is right.
Huffs exit his body, teeth bared.