Sasha Belov - Male - 30 - Avian hybrid - Location: At the lab
Sasha was no stranger to pain. By this point in his life, he'd been shot more times then he could count, beaten, tortured, left for dead, yet still, the ideas these slimy rats came up with still managed to be more painful each time. Their goal today was to test the limits of his healing factor. They stuck him in a machine that would stick, burn, and crush him to whatever level they set it on. All the while, they were drawing blood from him to the point that he was anemic, pale, and weak.
By the time they'd found whatever they were looking for, Sasha looked like death. It took three men to unstrap him and drag his limp corpse back to his cage. Sasha's mint green scrub pants were stained with little drops of blood, and his shirt had been taken before the test. His torso was marred with angry burns and inflammation, all at different levels of healing.
When shoved into his kennel, Sasha fell limp. He was usually one of the more difficult subjects to deal with: always fighting back, even after all these years. Half the time, they kept him drugged up so he would and get free. But today, that didn't appear to be necessary. He laid laid in a pile at the floor of his kennel, barely a sign of life in him.
Once his escorts locked him in and left, he slowly, painfully, rearranged himself so that he was a little more comfortable. No matter how he laid, he could never stretch out. He was far too big of a man to be living in these cages.
His grey-blue eyes opened and settled on the cage next him, with Rain inside. He watched her stick her fingers out, only to get hit. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a soft moan of pain came out. His eyes slid back closed and he stopped trying to move for a while.