Amputation

Lab Results

We pulled into the driveway of what appeared to be a suburban household.
"If you're trying to pull some shit, you better hope I don't get back to those cases before you do." He laughed.
"Don't worry. This house is only a front. It's what's inside the underground basement that matters."
He got out, opened the back, and grabbed two cases. I walked out to the back with him and he gestured with his head to the two cases to ask me to pick them up. I obliged and we walked to the front door. This was a nice house for a front house. It was painted a baby blue with a lovely brown roof from which two windows jutted out. The doctor opened the door and I realized I hadn't asked this creep his name.
"What's your name, by the way?"
"Not that it particularly matters, but you can call me Dr. Jones."
Rather generic name in all honesty. Expected something more bizarre from a creep like this. We walked to the left side of the stairs that led to the second floor. All the rooms seemed to have normal furniture, at least from what I could see. The stairs hugged the right wall of the main entrance area. Dr. Jones waved a card in front of a seeming unimportant part of the wall. This cause part of the wall to spit apart, revealing an elevator. He looked over at me
"Going down." He said with a laugh. I walked over with him into the elevator as he picked up the case he'd put down to wave the card. He then placed the other case down inside the elevator and pressed a thumb scanner causing the elevator to go down. The ride down was quiet.
When we hit the bottom floor, I saw six glass cubicles and a door at the back of the large room holding these, a black door. Dr. Jones made a quick walk to the black door. I saw in these six cubicles, six different doctors working on a multitude of patients. Some seemed to have their spines popping out of their backs, some had eyes like pugs, and others couldn't stop screaming. Thankfully, where Dr. Jones led me was soundproof. The back room was roughly less than the size of a high school football field. At the left corner closest to the door was a desk with a computer and papers, similar to the one in the van. In the right corner was something that looked similar to a changing room.
"There's a new combat outfit for you in that room." Dr. Jones pointed to the changing room.
"Take the cases in there with you." I walked over to the room and opened the door. I found what appeared to be an orange workout shirt and a pair of shorts made out of the same material along with something along the lines of an orange biker helmet, but instead of the visor were two blue slits around the eyes. There were three of each of these. I took one of each and placed it on a bench in the room. I sat down and removed my prosthetics, replacing each with the ones that Dr. Jones gave me. I took off my legs first, replacing them with the new ones. Then I did my left arm, then my right. When I finished, I put on the outfit. The pieces fit tight, but the things was that they were so thin that they almost felt like they weren't there. I then placed on the helmet. Though the eyes appeared blue from the outside, there was no blue filter from the inside. I walked out of the changing room. Dr. Jones stopped typing at the sound of the door and turned to me. He smiled.
"Perfect. Now I'd like you to run."
I found this statement bizarre, but I decided to do it anyway. I turned to face the back of the room and upon thinking about its length I looked at the doctor and asked
"How far?" He replied
"All the way to the end of the room." I was stunned. He still had a big smile on his face. I guess he knew something about these legs that I didn't, so I prepared to run. When I put my legs in motion, I realized that my feet had morphed, and there was a plate at an angle underneath my feet, pushing my feet to stand on their toes. When I ran, the plates used something like a hydraulic pump to launch me forward. The plates then came back to my feet, and with each step I was pushed an insane length. I reached the back of the room within twenty steps.