It took four days before the System deemed his body to be at an acceptable state to return him to consciousness.
When he woke up, he was actually quite surprised at how quickly he had recovered from his wounds. Most of his internal injuries had healed up completely while the ones on the surface had all but vanished, with only a few of them leaving faint scars. The worst of them all, which was the wound that had been situated right in the middle of his chest, had also progressed greatly on the healing path. The surface wound had closed up entirely, leaving light pink tender tissue below which the System continued fixing what was left of the internal damage.
The moment he had woken up, he had asked the System how exactly he had managed to escape what must have been an extremely secure experimental facility who did not seem like they were much inclined to let him go, as the scars on his body would testify to.
In reply, the System had began a sort of visual playback in his mind of the memory of the escape.
He watched himself attack and take out the two guards that were meant to kill him before making his way through the maze-like compound of the facility. The Subject 013 in the memory he was watching seemed far less like a human and more like a machine that sought to do nothing else but fulfill the objective of its existence. Though he supposed that such a description would not necessarily be inaccurate, considering that it was the System that had been in control of his body at the time.
When he reached the point in the memory of his escape where he had to face off against over two dozen guards, he could not help but wonder just how it was possible that he had managed to pull off such a thing.
Then he watched as the System engaged something it referred to as Overdrive Mode.
Despite the fact that it was merely a memory, the phantom feeling of an exhilarating rush of power that suffused his entire being was something he wished he had been conscious to experience. Even without being aware of what had happened then, he knew that whatever the System had done, it had left his body much more powerful than it had been after his awakening.
From there on out, the fight had turned into a one-sided slaughter and Subject 013 was the butcher with the knife.
He watched as the him in his memory cut a vicious, bloody swath through the guards. It was at this point that he understood for the first time just how much of a disparity existed between regular humans and whatever the hell his own existence was. The Subject 013 in his memory was a killing machine, moving with strength and speed that far surpassed anything the guards were capable of. Terror and disbelief soon came to be the most common emotion that filled that hallway as he completely decimated the entire team down to the last man.
The rest of his escape was just as surprising as the other parts.
He watched as the Subject 013 of his memories dove through an electrified fence and paid the price for that certainly unwise but absolutely necessary venture. The feeling of being pelted by bullets was one he was quite sure he did not wish to recall.
Then, when it looked like he had actually managed to make it to the treeline, both his present and past self managed to hear it before feeling the sensation of something traveling at subsonic speed literally blasted a round hole right through his entire chest, a hole large enough to fit his own fist through.
The sight brought a strange feeling through his body, causing him to subconsciously reach up to touch the area of the now relatively healed wound. A sharp hiss slipped out from his lips at the tenderness of the skin before he pulled his hand away once more. Somehow he did not wish for this particular injury to heal completely, to let its existence remain as a constant reminder of the reality of the world that he had been brought into.
Following his escape from the facility, the System had brought him to the nearest center of civilization after leaving the forest, which happened to be the city of Whitewood that was located just off the coast of the Atlantic Ocean.
The entire time it had taken him to heal had been spent in an abandoned warehouse which ironically had belonged to The White Circle, something he had discovered while exploring the place after he had woken up.
Once he was certain that there was no immediate threat to him in the entire building, he decided to begin the first step in his plan to achieve his newly acquired life goal: the destruction of The White Circle.
'System, pull up my status screen,' he asked while standing in the middle of a cleared space in the main area of the warehouse. The lighting in the building were still operational thankfully, as was the plumbing system. But he had not turned on the lights though, since he was not sure if doing so would not end up attracting any attention to the supposedly abandoned warehouse.
> [Host Designation: Subject 013]
[System Designation: Mirror System]
[Health Status: Recovering]
[Stamina Status: Normal]
[Constitution: E]
[Current Overall Rank: D]
[Strength: D]
[Agility: C]
[Endurance: C]
[Perception: B]
[Dexterity: D]
[Control: E]
[Skills:]
[Observe (Rank E)]
[Reflecting Touch (Rank E)]
[Mirror's Edge (Rank E)]
[Overdrive Mode (Disabled)]