Prologue
Darkness. It was utterly black, terrifying, grim. It showed the greatest fears of men, for men could not see in the dark and were afraid of that which they could not see.
There was a man inside of that darkness. If anyone had enough light to see, they would see a thin, strong, tan-skinned man that showed a compassionate, clean, but lethal face. He would have had dark brown hair, short, closely cropped. He also wore nothing but a pair of shorts, brown and dull, like that of a soldier. Those who knew him knew that he was also no fool, but wasn't a merciless killer like some would think. He had the mind of an artist and a hunter, that of lethality, calm, peace, and elegance.
He could see absolutely nothing, but did not panic, for he knew what would happen next. He knew what he was about to do, what was about to happen to him. He knew that what was about to happen would change his life forever.
Suddenly he could hear a loud clanking of gears and light flooded into the room as a door opened up in right in front of him like the maw of a beast. Beyond was a chamber, empty except for several varying machines and a platform.
He passed through the maw as food is spread out of a sick mouth, calmly and smoothly, and did not turn back as the door closed behind him.
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He saw two marked spots on the platform where his feet should be and placed them there. Suddenly they were locked in place, but he showed no signs of alarm. Just to his right a screen lit up, filled with information about himself, the basics.
Name: Scipio, Alexander C.
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 7"
Age: 16
Serial Number: ACS-395
Prerequisites: Passed
Designation: Light of Dawn
Assigned Dimension: Alpha-557
Status:
He faced forward again as his the status bar read Status: -ACTIVE- and the machine started to beep repeatedly. As this was happening the platform rose several feet off the ground.
The platform stopped and two mechanical arms rose from above him. They moved down and, in one fluid motion, grabbed hold of his wrists, spread them slightly, and raised them until they were in front of him.
After a slight pause the machines around him started to whir. It went faster, faster, faster, until suddenly the machines around him started to move towards him. Some were strange, pressurized instruments, others were needles attached to vials filled with different types of liquid, all of which were unknown to him.
They got closer, closer, and closer.
Then the process began. His body tensed as a sharp pain entered his body from multiple locations, some at his legs, his groin, but mostly his chest, arms, and back. Needles were being placed into him and they injected their liquids right into him. He did not scream as the liquids did their work.
He soon felt a jolt as his temples were shocked, therefore scattering his vision and senses.
They readjusted. They were, although he didn't notice at first, sharper, cleaner, and much more heightened than normal. He could see clearer, smell more, and taste even more than before.
Soon after that the liquids began their work. His body, which was smooth and clean, began to grow fur of the color gold. He could feel his legs bending backwards, his back bending, and his muscles growing. He also felt something new just above his behind.
He looked at his left hand. He saw his fingers and they were now looking less like human fingers and more like cat toes. His thumb, still on his hand, was getting smaller, but did not go away. What should have been his nails were not his nails anymore. Instead they were long, sharp, lethal claws.
Smiling, he flexed his fingers and tightened them into a fist before relaxing them.
After a little while he felt two arms grab his shorts and, in one fluid motion, ripped them off. At the same time the two arms holding his wrists let go and he fell on all fours. Just after that the other machines moved away from him back into their original positions.
After the machines were back he heard a woman's voice come from a nearby speaker.
It announced, "All units prepare for embarkation."
After that a huge mirror aligned itself right in front of him so he could see himself. He saw a large, muscular, golden-furred lion with a large, fully-grown, oak-colored mane.
He flexed his body, got a good feel for it and at the same time saw visions as a result of the drugs injected into his bloodstream.
He swished his tail and saw a hyena lunging out. He flexed his hind legs and saw a flock of vultures flying through the air. He stretched his back and saw a mandrill attacking something with a long branch. He flexed his forelegs and saw a pair of vultures swooping towards the ground. He extended his claws and saw a hyena being cut through by something. He twisted his head and saw cold, evil eyes filled with hate. He flexed his jaw and saw a group of lions preparing to strike out, roaring and growling.
Content with himself, he turned away from the mirror, smiled with a mouth now full of sharp teeth, and said aloud in a young, smooth voice, "Hell, it's about time."
The Lion King: New Beginnings