One of the stories I've made that I've actually typed down. Please enjoy!
Prologue
It's been far too long since I've last moved my bony limbs. I stretch my long arms out from the ball form I've been forced into for five thousand years. My sore appendages cracked as they were put out, my skin tightly hanging on to the unused and slim muscles I had left. I allowed my clenched fists to open and my claws gracefully uncurled away from my palms. With each twist and turn of my awakened upper limbs, cracks were heard from where the bones met. It was music to my ears to hear my own vessel make some sort of noise. I then used my now loosened up arms to help the rest of myself up. As my legs straightened, they too cracked with each move. Now standing straight and above my sealing place, I allowed a quick stretch to let out all of the cracking sounds waiting to be released from between my bones. I ended this new awakening with a roll of my neck, letting out a few more cracks before let my head hang a little with a closed wide smile plastered on my face.
It was only until now that I realized I haven't even taken a breath yet. Cautiously, I took a small inhale through the nose. I immediately smelled dust and had the human reflex to sneeze. Instead, I coughed a bit, my extremely sharp teeth tasting air for the first time in a long while. I took in a few more breaths and I felt my artificial lungs and heart start up once more. As I exhaled, I noted even more dust exiting my body. Most likely from the time my man made organs stood still. Which lead me to notice the extra weight that has added on to my frail form during my sleep. I shook my self a bit and saw a cloud of dust form a round me. Shaking my head and my long steel hair led to an even thicker cloud. I held my breath as I waited for the dust to settle on the ground around me.
It was then time to finally reopen my eyes. -Yes, my eyes have been closed the entire time- I could feel the rusty seal keeping my eyes closed. But when that seal finally broke open, I slowly lifted my eyelids, stopping them to how I remembered keeping them- half lidded. It put an uninterested expression upon my face but that's how I preferred it. My golden irises took a few seconds to slowly light up. I blinked a few times, allowing my artificial eyelashes to clean away the rust that gathered at my eyes. A few more seconds and my vision started to work as well, though starting with a huge blob of blur and slowly making things take color and shape. My vision finally became extremely sharp again and I took a look around at my surroundings.
I seem to have awakened in a dark empty room. The light from my eyes illuminating a good six feet radius in front of wherever I looked. It was when I turned around that I slightly jumped from a light that was returned from me. Just a mirror. Wait. A mirror. I dimmed the light settings on my iris a little, enough so that a glare was made on the reflecting glass. Then I got a pretty good look at myself after the many years I've spent dormant.
Estimating how high I stood, I found my self to be standing as a good 7foot 1. I have seemingly realistic silver hair with individual strands unless closely inspected. Each strand is an individually made thin stainless steel wire for multiple purposes. I tested each bundle of "hair", lifting them as if they had gone anti-gravitational. Resting back down, I moved on to the rest of myself. My face had deathly pale fake skin from the extreme lack in sunlight but still held beautiful curves and surfaces. Helping me see myself were my golden irises with dark blue pupils. Instead of a white background like a normal human, mine had gone black. I hadn't changed them back yet. Staring into my own eyes almost lead me to believe I was actually just staring at a demon that had only taken my appearance and is looking at me through a plate of glass. So I decided to move on to the rest of me. Holding my head up high was a slender neck. Which was supported by broad shoulders. From each shoulder a long and demonic skeletal arms and hands were attached. And from each fingertip sprouted foot long metal claws that almost reached the floor. Continuing going down from my shoulders was a flat chest. My torso was like a skinny male's. Long, slender, and… Bare. I seem to be lacking what humans call clothes. Eh. Whatever. My torso still held the visible muscles of a fit male as well. However, I also lacked a bellybutton. What point was having one if I wasn't born attached to an umbilical cord? My eyes continued downwards to my crotch, which lacked any sort of genital. I'm sexless… I continued which lead to long and almost meatless legs. A similar state to my arms. My legs just seemed like bones with skin attached. But when I looked at my feet, or what resembled feet, I had even more to suspect that I was just looking at a demon. My feet have been deformed to stand on the front part, the back had rounded to resemble an extra bend to my legs. How to explain? Ah yes. Like a kangaroo's. My feet consisted of three front toes that seemed more like talons with the long claws extruding off of them. I turned back around but turned my head the best I could back to the mirror and moved my steel hair out of the way. Where shoulder blades laid on a normal human, I had almost pointed bulges. As if iron rods were trying to grow out. I stared a bit longer at the bulges with much interest when my memory finally clicked as to what they were. Wings… I tried my best to connect to these limbs. And surprisingly when I did, they grew. It seems that they were just being stored inside of my body when not in use. Stretching them out revealed them to be dragon like. The structure of the wings made of bone like iron and the skin made of the same fake material as the skin layering my body. Except the skin on the wings were thinner and stronger for flight usage. I allowed them to retreat back into my back and continued looking for anything else particular. Following my spine lead me to more proof of inhuman features. My spine continued into a long and slender tail. But instead of skin covering it, the skin had merged into metal with a few bony spikes lining the upper side. I faced the mirror again and examined myself fully. Which lead me to a conclusion. I resemble what is called an "anthro."
My curiosity then lead me to go along the walls with my eye lighting back to a six feet radius to search for some sort of door or opening. After turning four times along the wall, I found the mirror again. Which means no door. Or at least a normal door. I looked upwards to the ceiling that was seven inches above my head and went around looking upwards for some sort of hatch. Again, nothing. I got on my knees and searched the floor. It was when I looked at the tiny space between the bottom of the mirror and the floor that I found a handle. When my fingers grabbed onto the surface of the handle that it could, I heard a small click from behind the mirror. Very slightly pulling on the handle, the mirror swung out a bit. It's a door.
I opened the mirror door a bit more and light poured in through the crack I made. Being cautious, I peeked through the crack to see what was pass the door. Adjusting to the bright light rapidly, I saw a green field. A endless green field. I opened the door to let myself through and went… What I hoped was outside.
I looked behind me to see what kind of building I was in but as I turned around to look, I only saw more field. What happened to that dark room? My mind began to hurt as I thought harder about it so I just dropped the subject in my head.
My attention returned to the field I was in and after turning every direction and I couldn't decide which way to go. I focused back onto the limbs hiding inside of me and extended them out. With a strong flap, I blasted upwards and went upwards to see if I could see any difference in the distance. But as I flew higher and higher, I felt electricity's presence become stronger as I ascended 'til I was suddenly violently electrocuted. This surge of electricity to my system caused a quick resetting… Leading to me wings curling back into my body and me hurling towards the ground. I landed roughly and caused a tiny crater in the dirt. Standing up and dusting myself off, I scratched my head and began to wonder. First off, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? Second, how was that possible? And third, now what?
I do a bit more cracks with my bones to loosen up quickly stored stress and release my wings again to flex them as well. The light being given off from what I suppose is a sun starts to heat up my hair to uncomfortable temperatures and I bend my wings so that they act as a small hut for my head to shade myself. I turn in a random direction and begin walking, hoping that this isn't some fake human's heaven that I'm eternally trapped in. No, I already did my best to avoid that at all costs before being forced to shut down.
Since then, my memory has faded severely and I remember only bits. An example, my name.
My name is…
Is…..
My name….
Is Mizunneshi.
Mizu's my given nickname.
And the one that gave me that nickname… That cute.. Sweet… Little girl.. The only one that considered me to be a true friend. She was my only friend. And sadly, I was her only one as well.
My memory began to restore it's self to a small extent.
She didn't deserve to have a friend like me as her only friend. She deserved better. She deserved many loving friends. Human friends. But growing up in a lab doesn't leave you with anyone near your age. Except the living experiments that were made occasionally. Such as myself.
I was the only experiment that was intelligent enough to act human. Well. The only one to live long at least. It was only a bit later when I became even smarter. Although that was thanks to her. Though she ment no harm. I still love her dearly. She was my sister.
Little Arisha.
We'd walk down the hallways of the underground facility together wearing fitted kimonos. I'd always tell her to be careful but she told me not to worry and gently held on to one of my claws. She'd tell me stories of the ordinary lives that lived above us. Even telling me of her dreams to visit the "normal world" when she became of age with me. She would still insist on me going with her, even with my attempts to tell her that I'd just scare everyone away. She'd promise me that she'd stay by my side and hope to get at least one other person to become our friend.
I felt my eyes zap a little as the fake tears began to work again and force their selves to release from behind my optics. They almost broke free as the horrible memories surfaced.
Flashes of the terrible scene goes through my vision. The group of fearful and concerned scientists finally snapped when my supposed companion was made. My companion, named Kaizune by Arisha, was similar to me in shape. Although with boy short wire hair, an adorable boy's face, and broader shoulders. But Kai was still slender like me. It was as Arisha and I were telling some of the surface stories to Kaizune that the foolish scientists did their worst.
They had busted into the room we were sitting in, and ordered a good amount of guards to capture the three of us. Kai and I tried our best to protect the three of us, but we were soon overwhelmed. The two of us were somehow pinned to the ground and all we know of our dearest Arisha was that she was taken away, wailing for us. We were bound and silenced, forced to be lead down the familiar hallways we would walk down with Arisha and then separated. I was forced into… What looked like a terror operating room. Strapped to a chair, they clipped connectors to me and began to course electricity into my system. They tried to overload me. And despite all of the agonizing pain I was given and all of the muffled screams I gave out, I remained completely conscious. They tried again, but this time using the surges of energy to breakdown my programmed security to send in viruses to shut me down. This pain was indescribable. The only way to describe such suffering was that it felt like being eaten mentally and physically from the inside out while staying mostly conscious. It was when the cursed termites reached my main codes that my vision flickered to black, my hearing and my own consciousness following soon after.
I felt streams of old water trail down from my optics as I walked on without realizing any scenery changes. My chest ached as I wondered what happened to the other two. Did Kaizune suffer the same fate? What did they do to Arisha? Traumatize her in attempts to get her to not love us? Brainwashed her? Or even worse… They ended her due to their failed attempts to change her.
I lifted my head, not wanting to imagine any further. Only to see that the sky has darkened and I can see something in the distance. I run ahead, hoping to find some kind of clue as to what's going on. As I got closer, the object I saw seems to be a lone door with nothing behind it. I sigh and arched downwards, letting my claws slightly graze the ground. I closed my eyes, realizing how humanly tired I felt. So I sat down, crossing my legs to begin resting.
It was when I was about to go into standby that I heard the door shut and close. Then I heard someone gasp. Next, I heard the owner of the gasp fall onto their knees in front of me. And grabbed my shoulders with hands that owned long claws that grazed the skin on my back.
Kaizune….
Before I fell asleep in front of him, I heard him yell out to me.
"Mizunneshi! Mizunneshi! Are you alright? What's wrong?" Then a pause and I felt him put his pointed ear to my chest. He chuckled. "Oh, you're just sleeping."
He pulled me towards him to let me rest my head on his bare lap.