Slaughter slipped silently throughout the halls of the cold lab, her cloak swaying softly. A cold breeze filtered underneath of her cloak, sending a chill up her spine. As she sneaked through the lab halls, her variety of knives clicked softly on her belt, disrupting the sinister silence. A distance away, she could hear the snarls and growls of many monsters. Ori created these monsters, beasts, hybrids and even human hybrids and kept them in cages, a rather cruel form of housing. She would torture the mishaps and the deformities, and allow her more perfect monsters, such as Red, to live in an artificial habitat built into the lab. Now, Slaughter was here for a reason. To assassinate Origin. Being a worker in Force One, she was given this duty for a rather hefty load.
Slaughter continued to slip through the halls until she heard the sound of crinkling and crunching metal. It was coming from one room and from those crunching noises came whizzing and whirring. She sneaked over to the doorframe, peering in.
There she saw Origin, hunched over a desk, and back to her. She messed with something on her desk, taking a screwdriver and seemingly screwing something into her own arm? Slaughter stared, then snuck into the room, silent. Origin froze up, stopping and setting the screwdriver down. She had clearly heard Slaughter sneak in.
There was a moment of silence before Origin spoke in a slight malicious tone.
"Why did you come here."
"As if I'm going to tell you." Slaughter replied, holding one of her sharpest knives tightly.
"Well," Origin stood, turning to face Slaughter with dark circles under her eyes, one arm red and cut up from seemingly robotic implants. "you came here at just the right time. I need to test my new arm out, and I think I've found the perfect subject."
"What the hell did you do to your arm. .?" Slaughter asked, her confident tone weakening a bit.
"You'll find out soon enough, dear."
Ori began walking over to Slaughter quickly, raising the modified arm up in the air.
