Gitane sat motionless on the cold metal surface of the lab table. Wires and tubes were attached to every inch of his body, monitoring his every response. He had lost track of how long he had been in this underground research facility, but he knew it had been too long. His once muscular frame was now thin and weak, the result of being poked and prodded for weeks on end.
The scientists had discovered his special abilities early on and had been desperate to recreate them. Gitane's abilities were unique: he could mutate his body to fit any form he desired and could summon multiple 2D white swords that had the power to negate any one thing based on his intent. He had named these swords Anti-Excalibur after the famous sword of legend.
But Gitane's powers came at a cost. Each time he used them, his body would mutate further, and the swords would become more powerful. It was a cycle that couldn't be broken, and Gitane had watched in horror as his body grew more and more distorted with each passing day.
Gitane tried to move his arms, but they felt heavy and unresponsive. Fatigue had set in, and he knew he needed to rest. But rest was a luxury he couldn't afford, not when he was being watched by advanced military weapons and forces. Gitane was trapped, and he knew the only way out was to find a weakness in the facility's defenses.
As he closed his eyes and drifted into a restless sleep, Gitane knew that he would need to act fast. The scientists had grown more aggressive in their experiments, and he feared what they would do to him next. The Anti-Excalibur swords were the only thing keeping him alive, but they were also the reason he was trapped.
Gitane knew he needed to find a way to control his powers before it was too late. But for now, all he could do was wait and hope for the opportunity to escape.