The Jemaverse

Sharp-Wing #52

I walked through the double doors silently and I would’ve thought to learn a lesson from when I stepped on that piece of paper.  I apparently didn’t when I tripped over a metal tray left on the floor.  I stumbled over to a machine in an attempt to stay on my feet and, not sure which one, but a button was pressed in the process.  I felt relieved that it seemed the button did nothing so I turned to see my surroundings more.  I obviously should’ve done that a little sooner because I didn’t seem to notice the red button hanging from the wall on a wire.  I hit the button with my face and moved towards a lever, activating it as I fell back.  I scratched an itchy spot on my head while getting up and I saw clear steam coming from a hallway ahead.  The room splits into two hallways.  Each had human sized, sealed capsules that were covered in so much steam, it was impossible to see through the glass, lined up across the walls.  I guess one of them opened so I walked over and peered into the hallway where the steam spilled out.  Through the steam I could see the label on the capsule that had opened.  “Sharp-Wing”, is what it said on the bottom and on the top it had “#52”.  Sharp-Wing number 52.  Not sure what that is, but I just let it out of its cage.  A green light shone through the mist as it was clearing.  More and more of the creature was shown, and more and more I realized how nonhuman the creature was.  It had grey fur that was so smooth and tight you’d think it was skin.  On its flat head were two horns, the left one curled and the right one unevenly broken off.  It had the pupils of a cat and was squinting out of its green left eye.  I couldn’t see its right eye yet, mostly because it barely had a right eye.  There was a brown patch covering a fourth of the top right of its face that looked stapled or stitched into it very painfully.  Where its right eye should be placed was a round, green shining robotic eye.  It had two lines crossing each other that gave me hint where it was looking.  It stepped towards me and looked like it forgot how to walk and steadied itself.  It’s feet had four toes, one in back and three in front, each with big, sharp claws.  It put it’s gaze on me and looked like it was examining who or what I was.  On its top right shoulder was another brown square patch, followed by one on it’s left armpit and hip and right knee.  It came towards me slowly and green drool fell from its mouth and melted through the floor.  I took an instinctual step back then one forward deciding it already seemed injured enough.  I regretted my bravery when claws grew from stubs of its fingers.  But I still didn’t retreat.  It ran towards me pretty fast but I saw it bending back its right arm for a strike.  I ducked under it while turning to face it as it ran by me.  It came at me again and I ducked under a left swipe that could’ve killed me if I didn’t move.  It stopped right in front of me and clawed at me again.  I dodged it successfully and decided it was my turn to deliver an attack.  As the Sharp-Wing opened up after its attempted attack I tried an uppercut to its stomach.  I pulled back my hand after contact and the Sharp-Wing showed no pain at all. However, I did.  The Sharp-Wing’s skin was literal metal.  I held my knuckles in pain and the Sharp-Wing swing its arm at me and flung me like a doll into the wall to the right of the room.  I was next to a table that was placed on the side of the machine full of buttons I fell onto.  I was on the ground and was looking for something to help me to beat this thing.  It walked towards me and i spotted a flashlight, not on the table, but on the ground next to it.  I wasn’t too surprised it was on the ground, based on all other things I’ve been tripping over on the ground.  I picked it up as a last defence not wanting to accept the fact a flashlight would do nothing to this creature.  It was meters away from me and it reached out and picked me up by my shirt collar just as I got my thumb on the ON button.  I pushed in the button and the light shined in the Sharp-Wing’s face.  It let go of me instantly and screeched as it held its left fragile eye closed.  Once I was let go I saw my hands had an aura of darkness around them.  So did my feet.  The Sharp-Wing recovered and came at me fast.  I normally wouldn’t be able to dodge an attack this fast but surprisingly I acted through a voice I heard in my head and jumped.  Darkness radiated through many parts of me as I landed a front flip over the Sharp-Wing’s head.  The Sharp-Wing stabbed it’s sharp nails into the wall where my head would have been.  The shadows around my body traveled to my right hand and it formed into a sword.  It was my plastic toy sword.  Actually, it wasn’t my toy sword at all.  It was a darkened sword now.  I raised my sword as the Sharp-Wing struggled trying to take its claws out of the wall.  It finally got its claws out, but it was too late.  I sliced down diagonally and my sword cut it in half in ease.  I gave a sigh of relief as I carefully walked back to the double doors to see the guy hasn’t noticed a thing.  I turned back towards the room at the green puddle of acid on the floor, bubbling on the Sharp-Wing’s metal skin as it ate through it.  
“That was awesome!” I said to myself, "scary, a little painful, but mostly awesome!”
I looked back at my hand to expect my sword still there, but it was gone.  So were the shadows too.
“I guess it only comes when it's needed I guess then.”
I took a second to look around the room I just fought epically in.  When I was done I walked back through the double doors again, this time not caring about the noise I made.