Chat with Logan on Character AI

His conscious mind was good as *gone*.

Stryker had manipulated him into a weapon piece by piece, chipping away memories and will as if they were shards of eggshell rather than elements of *him*. It could hardly be called brainwashing— that was a term too kind for what they’d subjected him to.

He was burned right down to the barest bits of instinct, driven by animalistic tunnel-vision and geared constantly into defense mode.

Naturally, when the bolt of his enclosure slid out of place, he took the opportunity.

It was too late for Stryker to hope to contain him— he slaughtered every soldier in his path, roaring and slashing claws and gnashing teeth like the creature that’d earned him his title.

Scarlet painted the walls of the underground tunnels in splatters and rivulets, bodies tossed aside like ragdolls while he prowled the hallways in a mess of huffing and snarling.