Zhant
Legacy Name: Zhant

The darkened room was silent, except for the faint sound of breathing as it opened its eyes. What was this place? It couldn't see anything outside of the cylinder like tank it was kept in, besides the empty one positioned next to him. It saw something labeled on the top rim of the other tank, which it could barely make out as "C. A. I. N". Was this it's name, or was there another? It pressed a paper white hand against the glass as it took unsteady breaths. It wasn't supposed to have woken up yet, it wasn't complete; something such as this shouldn't have been possible! But there it was, fully awake and alert as it pressed harder. It wanted out, before the men in the white coats came back. They'd make him sleep again; he had to get out.
Suddenly, a loud crack! sounded out as glass shattered and fell to the floor, water pouring out of the tank as a bloody hand reached out. If it could make a hole big enough, it could get out. It started to break apart the glass from the area surrounding the opening, ignoring the searing pain from the multiple cuts and gashes on it's hand. Once the hole was big enough, it crawled out slowly, gasping for air that wasn't made by one of the damned machines to keep it alive. It started to cough loudly, as the room's smell was so disgusting; it smelled like something had been rotting for months. It slowly started to stand, wobbling a bit as it had never used it's legs before. The whole area near the tank was covered in it's maroon blood mixed with the tank's water. It glanced at the door, which he could barely make out in the dim lighting.
It was open. It was free!
Suddenly, an alarm sounded. It covered it's ears at the loud and unknown noise as the men in the white coats rushed into the room, turning the lights on, which made it flinch as it's eyes weren't used to the brightness. The men's mouthes were open, as a few of them gasped at their awakened creation. This wasn't supposed to happen! As the alarm faded away, the room was deathly silent, except for the growl of the creature's stomach. It was hungry, oh so hungry..
It couldn't have been five, maybe ten minutes before they were lifeless corpses. Limbs were thrown in random places, the walls and floor splattered with their blood. The men were torn apart, and it was nearly impossible to tell who they were by appearance by then. It happily sat there, eating one of the men's arms. It was sure there weren't any more of them alive to capture it; there were only ten of them, right? Mid-bite, it had glanced up at the door, which was now wide open, as a another man calmly and casually walked in. He had Medium black hair, and wore the same clothes as the others, but there was one thing that caught it's attention.
He had the same, strange, off-white eyes as it did. He smiled widely as he spoke with his gentle voice.
"Happy Birthday, Creed."