I blink, but I cannot tell. The darkness presses in on me. It suffocates me. This pod is bigger. No, that's not true. I am smaller.
My wings are gone. My scales are gone. My tail is gone. What the hell happened to me? I look down at myself, realizing that it was pointless soon after. I couldn't see a spotlight in this inky blackness.
Small pinpoints of light flicker in front of my eyes. The ice-cold shell of the pod suddenly turns clear. The light assaults my eyes, making me flinch. Wait, my eyes?
The lid of the pod hinges up and off me. I am pulled to my feet. Guards point their rifles at me. Those don't look like anything I have ever seen. New tech?
The lab is different. Bigger. How long was I in that pod?
"Welcome back to the living, Subject 01558" came a voice from my side. I snap my head in the direction of the noise. A thin, wiry man studies me from behind thick glasses.
I glance down at myself. Besides being naked, there seems to be nothing wrong. No scales. No wings. No tail. It must have been a dream.
"What happened?" I rasp, "Why am I being held here?"
The man smiled. His grin made him seem like a shark. "You aren't being held here. This is where you were created."
"Created?" I ask, "What do you mean?" Rage begins to build up inside me.
"Yes. Created. We merged your DNA with several other creatures. You are a weapon." I am a weapon.
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The Beast Within
FantascienzaA living weapon. A genetic experiment. A freak. Something that shouldn't exist. Cadmus is over a century old. Thanks to some screwing with his genes, he will live until he is killed. He will not die of old age, nor can he get sick. The beast inside...
