The Last Outcasts

Prologue

I woke up in a hospital bed. But I was strapped to it. "W-Where am I..?.." No answer. I wasn't in a hospital. My words were dull. No, my head, it's cloudy. Anesthesia. Something like that anyway. "Focus" I told my self. My vision, it's blurry. Something touched my shoulders, my upper thighs. It, it was sharp, burning.

My senses sharpened up. Wait, nothing touched me. Something, something was wrong. What was it? My vision cleared. My hearing started to come back too. I looked around, my head strapped to the table. A table! I wasn't on a hospital bed, I was on a table. A surgical table at that. I had a mask on. Then it hit me.

I stopped scanning the room with my eyes, I started to look at my own body. My eyes widened. I started to scream. It was hard to tell why I was screaming. The horror of what I was looking at. Or the shear, immense pain that hit me like a truck.

My arms! M-My legs! They were gone!
What was there in compensation for them, wasn't. It wasn't biological. Not at all. There were robots, machines, replacing my limbs with prosthetics. I struggled against the straps that held me down to the table. Something was off though. My right arm. My right hand. I could feel the table, the cold steel that made up the table. Then, it all went black.

I woke up with a jar in a small, but comfortable bed. I sat up breathing heavily. No straps? I looked around the stone room. It looked like a type of cell. But, bigger than the regular prison cell.

"Was it a dream..?" I asked my self under my breath. Remembering some of what happened, I looked down at my arms and legs. Or, what replaced them. My eyes stared at what they settled on. My heart raced.

When I moved my arm up to look at it, a small hissing sound could be heard. It was faint. When I turned my arm and clenched my hand, a red light started surging through it. It felt hot.

Wait, how it's that possible? How could I feel anything with this, thing. I looked at my other limbs. They were all the same. A silver looking metal with a red plasma surging through them. Plasma! That's what it was! Well, whatever it was, it wasn't natural. But, it felt natural.

What was I? Why was this happening? Why me? A knock sounded sounded on the metal door to my cell. Someone walked in. He was tall, young. He looked military though. He aimed a rifle at me. It wasn't an actual gun though.

When I saw what it was, I leaped off my bed and started at him. A pressurized sound hissed out. A small cloud of CO2 was released from the barrel, and a tranquilizer dart hit me in the chest.