A tall, heavy set figure stepped into the dark prison room. He flipped the lights on, stepping to a nearby monitor. He typed in his password, and opened up the file on the figure sitting in the testing room a few feet from him. He glanced over it, the computer's feminine voice reading over the contents.
Name: Lyani Cerulyn
Age: 19
Hair Color/Eye Color: Black. Dark Brown
Occupation: Experiment # 4, possible Dark Warrior.
Family: Deceased, or Unknown.
Affiliation: None
The man smiled, then pulled on a lab coat, and stepped into the testing room.
Two other figures stood at the rear door, one was tall, and lithe. Fit for fighting.
His sharp golden eyes judged the comatose figure on the table.
The other was a young female, in her twenties maybe. Her hair was pulled back in a short ponytail, and her eyes watched the girl on the table with fascination and slight horror.
“Well, hello Commander, hello Ashelin.” The scientist said, pulling goggles over his eyes, and handing the Commander a clip board.
He blinked at it in minor confusion, till Ashelin took the board and signed it, handing it back to the scientist. She nodded at the man, “We’re ready to see our Dark Warrior.”
The scientist nodded, “I’m glad you got here in time. Our new potency of dark eco would have spoiled if we were to wait for the Baron.”
The Commander blinked, “New Potency?”
The scientist nodded, “Oh yes, you see, with a fair mixture of blue eco and more concentrated dark eco, we have come to the conclusion that we can make the Warrior more successful for survival. Previously, we only used unrefined Dark Eco. It was foolish in my opinion, seeing as we were only putting fuel into the other experiments. With this one...we bring actual Life into the mix.”
The scientist’s eyes brightened as he said the word, ‘life’.
The Commander suppressed a glare, and looked back at the female on the table, worry flooding his countenance.
The scientist gestured for them to move further into the room, while he fastened the bindings around the girl’s wrists and ankles. He placed a small needle into the girl’s arm, and she instantly woke, staring wildly up at the scientist. He patted her head, and smiled, then stepped back to a different monitor, where the controls for his machine lay waiting.
The Commander flinched, looking uncertainly at the scientist, “Is it required that she be awake for this process?”
The scientist blinked, confused by his words. “Why of course Commander. If she were asleep, the Warrior’s cells would not be active enough to receive the eco properly. Yes...yes, she must be awake.”
The Commander nodded, letting out a disappointed sigh. He watched the young female glance warily about; frowning at her, knowing her pain was his fault.
The scientist had reached his computer, and was now typing furiously, implementing commands into the computer. Two canisters of eco, one blue and one dark, loaded themselves into the many needles of the eco injector. The machine whirred and clicked in various places, preparing for its assault on the body below it. The female glared up at it, as if challenging it.
The scientist put his hand onto a small lever, and counted “3...2...1” and pulled down.
The room lit up with blue and purple lights, the sheer force of the impact of eco in the girl’s body causing her chest to cave into the table. She clenched her jaw, baring her teeth. She would not lose.
The bolt of eco intensified, spreading through her limbs, burning every cell, contaminating every fiber of her being. For what seemed like hours, she resisted, glaring and laying without a movement except when the eco’s intensity physically moved her.
The scientist pulled the lever down further, and the bolt brightened, alighting the girl’s entire body with dark blue electricity. She held for only four seconds, then her jaw faltered, her eyes pooling with tears.
The Commander shut his eyes tightly, unable to bear seeing her like this. Her screams of utter pain, and confusion nearly drove him insane. His hands curled into tight fists, and it took every bit of his power to stay rooted to where he was. So desperately, did he wish to help her. He wanted to smash the scientist’s face in, shut off the machine, and cradle the girl in his arms. To assure her it would be alright.
But...that was wishful thinking...
His eyes remained shut as the figure in front of him writhed, and struggled to free herself. Her screams echoed throughout the entire prison. He felt Ashelin inch closer to him, the vision of the girl’s struggles most likely terrifying her.
He took a polite step away from her, and kept his head bowed towards the floor.
The room dimmed slightly, the blood curdling screams becoming quiet whimpers. The eco had run out, and now the scientist was hurrying to implement new commands. A small needle full of clear liquid stabbed into the girl’s left arm, causing her to only flinch. Her chest hitched in tiny breaths, small jumps that looked as if her chest was about to collapse in on itself. Her entire form shook involuntarily from the pain, various muscles still convulsing randomly from left over eco charges arcing through her.
The scientist smiled, as the computer stated, “Experiment #4. Success. Dark Warrior status has been achieved.”
He walked to the gasping figure on the table, lifting an eyelid to see if she was still awake. As he did, her entire body made a furious jolt, and the metal bindings snapped off. Her hand curled around the scientist’s arm, and 5 inch claws burrowed into his forearm, imbedding them into the bone.
He yelped and pulled away, the claws coming out, drenched in blood.
The Commander seemed dazed, only blinking at the new situation. The girl had changed, so suddenly.
Her dark hair was now a bluish metallic silver, her skin a light violet, instead of its supple peach tone. She stumbled from the table, inching closer to the scientist. Ashelin had retreated towards the door, yelling for the Commander to follow.
He did not.
Only when the girl’s pitch black eyes landed on him, did he choose to move.
Bright purple slits glanced over him for a moment, as he fled for the door.
She grinned back at the scientist, stretching her claws out.
He bolted for the door as well, the figure behind him shrieking madly.
“Oh, please. No!...wait!-he cried.
The Commander glanced at him, then quickly shut the metal door on him, the demon and the scientist colliding into it a second later.
He grit his teeth, grimacing as he heard the sounds of rending flesh and cracking bone. Ashelin stood a few feet from him, gasping for air.
“W-what was that..Erol?” she managed.
He glared at her, emotions of anger and grief playing across his features. His golden eyes hardened, and he whispered through gritted teeth, “That...is your Dark Warrior.”
Twenty minutes later the Baron arrived, two guards in tow to escort Ashelin elsewhere.
Erol stood inches from the window, staring blankly at the demon that clawed at the glass, baring its teeth and smashing its fists into the sturdy window. Her eyes were manic, her hair standing on end. She smashed into the glass once, then huffed out a angry sigh, and stalked toward her table, her eyes locked on Erol.
He finally shut his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to keep his heart from tearing itself in two.
The Baron stared at the demon, “Beautiful isn’t she? Such power...Once she is tamed, she will truly be our edge against the Metal Heads.”
Erol glared at the Baron, “Pardon my words, Baron, but how do you think we can ‘tame’ her. Look at her! What I am seeing now, is a beast that has been locked in a cage too long! If we let her loose, she’ll kill the city, not the Metal Heads!”
Praxis blinked at him, then grinned, making a small, nearly unnoticeable gesture.
Two guards stepped through, and behind Erol.
The Commander’s ears perked up, his eyes sharp on the guards, a hand instinctively landing on the gun at his hip.
The Baron smiled, his eyes faking kindness, “Soon you will see, Commander.”
Erol’s golden eyes shot back towards the guards, and pulled his pistol. He fired once, taking out one of the guards. The other whirled behind him, smacking the butt end of his rifle into the back of Erol’s skull.
Erol fell to the ground in a heap, the guard hefting him up, and dragging him towards the Baron.
Praxis eyed the unconcious Commander, “It’s your turn now...”
With that, he smiled at Lyani, watching as her body began to slightly change, her eyes wide with surprise and misery. She inched towards the glass, as Erol was dragged beyond her sight.
She whispered, “No. Not him...”
Her eyes flared, and she crashed into the glass once more, and the Baron simply roared in laughter.
“You will both serve well.”
