Shattered Legacies: Book 1, Holo Change

💠Prologue: The new wave💠

The cacophonous wailing echoed through the pristine white metal chamber, the sounds mixing of ear splitting shreeks that rattled the glass and the sound of soft rumbling. The cries of pain and anarchy almost unrecognizable to that of a human being, as it roared and pierced the air with it's agonizing pleas. Or were they war cries? All that was certain was the sound was unbearable. It would be enough to drive a person mad.

A cacoon of sorts sat within the center of the room. Large, black as pitch and egg shaped as it clung to the floor and ceiling by vein like ventricles. The thing pulsed, pumping like that of a heart every time another flow was sent through the tendrils supporting it. It looked wet, gloppy yet held a solid shape, with the size of a bolder.

The screaming continued, getting louder and louder. The glass shook violently as the voices, or rather unholy sounds accompanied the slow and low rumbling, almost blazing sound coming from within. It got worse with every passing second. They could tell it was close as the reverberation was spreading so far it was being heard from outside the chamber. They took a few steps back. The pulse on the monitor was raising. Higher, and higher. It beeped although it's noises were as audible as a breath next to the screams that were starting to hurt their heads. Ringing started to blare in their minds now from the loud powerful pitch. Their heads felt like they'd explode at any moment, the very air felt as though it were constricting them as the base the the facility shook. The lights flickering and and voice reaching it's strongest blood curdling point, the monitor dropped on the floor so that the man could cover his already plugged ears, the protective glass cracking in a sudden burst that gave them a jump.

And then, the screaming stopped.

The noise disappeared entirely. Leaving only a now oddly melodious silence in it's stead. Along with a spider crack in the one way glass similar to that of a bullet. The people in white coats and protective eyewear took a bout of deep breaths. Removing their hands from their heads, a couple feeling their own heartbeat, before checking the vitals the screen had been displaying. None were new to such an experience, but it felt spine chilling every time. Never did silence sound so sweet to any of them than it did after the final surges.

They watched through the window in the now silent air falling comfortably around them, as out from the ooz with a fast force popped a hand. It plunged through the cacoon as if it had been clawing and scraping, fighting it's way out in a panic. Fingers spread and from the tips down to the elbow covered in a thick black mucus like substance. It ran down the skin further cleanly however, not sticking to the flesh as one would assume and soon breaking apart thanks to air exposure. Revealing the skin to be tan and hand to look more masculine. A second later it began to move. Fingers curling and uncurling on instinct as the cacoon was strected from the inside out. The being inside trying hard to get out. And as they did the pod started to react, creating shadows in response to the being forcing the spot where their hand had stabbed through to become gradually bigger.

The flame like shadows danced, circling around the slowly seeping through the hand, forearm, shoulder. They moved around as if welcoming the body, like the gentle touch of a mother. Black mixing with a particle of deep magenta purple here or there that sparkled in the harsh lights of the chamber. They twirled, delicately and cascaded along the skin. As if having a mind of their own almost. The being pushed and pushed, working their way through the small opening. Tearing at it with a harsh fighting feeling, breaking free little by little until their head and upper body squeezed through. At which point their body weight did the rest of the work.

Leading to fall from the cacoon a tan skinned bare young male, covered in the black goo like liquid from the inside of the cacoon as he landed on the floor and very soon lost consciousness. Hair medium length, dirty and covering his face from the fall with faint wave curls. Slim and with his backside facing the ceiling as the substance acted as it had when his arm came through. Making a mess of the floor.