Evolution, the last thing I heard before I lost conciseness. Darkness consumed me, the time between sleep and conciseness were unknown. Awakening in a dark cage, I try to stand. Planting my right arm into the ground, it gives way immediately. With a clang, my shoulder hits the floor. To my surprise there is no pain, or any feeling.
"Metal is perfection."
the voice rang out through the room, its origin unknown. Sitting up, still unable to see anything, i try to feel for the edge of the cage to prop myself on. Feeling my right arm, its as cold as the floor. Sleek metal instead of flesh, and a light creak when I move my wrist.
"How do you like it?"
The unknown voice asked, causing me to jump a little, not expecting to hear it again. "What did you do to me?" Memory's of what happened begin to make themselves present to me.
"I fixed you, and that's just the beginning."
With a little bit of practice I found control over the new arm. Red lines, with a faint glow seem to form on my palm whenever I move my hand.
"Now stay put, i need to check on the others, I'll be back to finish my work on you soon."
With that last statement, the man left the room, light flooding in as he opens the door. A strange 3rd arm adorns the back of the silhouette as it walks through the doorway. Knowing I don't have much time, I looks to see if there is a way out of the cage.
The light shows me there is enough room to stand, as well as a vent near the end of the room. Now all i need to do is get out of the cage. Placing my new hand on the door of the cage, I pull. Nothing. "Of course not." It was worth a try. Looking at my new arm, I could see it was mostly a carbon black colour, with indentations where the red lines would form all over it.
"Lets try this." Looking around the cage, i find a weaker set of bars, the metal being kinda old. It place a hand on both bars and pull them apart as hard as I can. With a sharp creak, the bars spread just enough to squeeze through. Forcing myself through is painful but i endure. The vent is not hard to reach, with the grate coming of with ease, I pull myself inside.
With no light, I find myself crawling for what seams like forever, my arm feels like its about to fall off by the time I make it to another grate. It looks as tho it leads into and armoury stocked with all kinds of weapons ranging from guns to swords. Pushing the grate out, I fall into the room with it. When my head hits the floor, again, not a thud but a clang. Part of my face is metal too, from the right side of my mouth, up to my hairline, arcing over my right eye.
The rattling of my head seemed to trigger something in my, I hesitate to call upgrades. My field of view is now filled with a HUD, and what looks to be a sonar ping traces the room. A pop up appears in my vision.
HUD activated, Would you like to access your settings? With a prompt for yes or no.
Not knowing what to do i try to look away from it but it stays in the centre of my vision. With a wild guess, I reach out my right hand and try and press yes. It works.
After fiddling with the setting for way to long. I am only stopped by the sound of an alarm going off. "shit." Looking around the room in a panic I grab a crescent blade from a table. (Similar to a saw cleaver, but with a scythe blade on it.) Grasping it in my right hand red lines similar to the ones that form on my palm scatter over the handle and blade, and an icon in the shape of the weapon forms in the top right of my vision.
With blade in hand, I make my way into the hallway.
