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"Date-*static*-Recording number 12. Subject: This might be the one."

"The specimen's growth is progressing at a very exceptional rate. Our scientists are confident that this one will be a success, considering that it has surpassed the expected mortality rate of the previous iterations."

"Our biggest concern, however, is the energy retention, absorption and expiration. The specimen's own natural capabilities might be insufficient to regulate the amount of energy we've designed it to absorb. As such, we've devised a plan to produce an external method of regulation, as additional tweaking of the genetic code might result in another failure."

"We are hoping that this specimen succeeds. Countless amounts of our resources have been sacrificed in order to obtain the samples utilized in creating this specimen, our trump card. It is our only chance against-"

*explosion*

*alarm sounds*

"What!?"

*incomprehensible screaming, gunfire and explosions*

"No no no no nonononononoNONONONONO! How did did they find-!?"

*static*

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The screeching sound of an alarm disturbs your slumber, despite its uncomfortable feeling. The ringing in your ears annoys you to no end. Irritated, you open your eyes, with the sudden exposure to light causing you to cringe at first, but then, your vision starts to slowly clear.

As you attempt to shield your eyes from the light by pulling your hand over your face. You can't. Your hands are held down by some sort of clamp, as is your legs. As your vision returns to normal you look down in confusion and see several robotic arms dangling from some sort of chandelier-like platform attached to the ceiling retracting, upon which you take notice of what was apparently their handiwork.

Your entire lower body is encased in some sort of powered armor. The torso portion has a sort of carapace-like collar, your arms and legs are covered in mismatching, moderately-damaged armor pieces, all with a cybernetic under-armor with small glowing lines running across the unarmored portions underneath. You look on in slight confusion as you take a look at your surroundings.

You appear to be in some sort of high-tech laboratory. The only strong source of light comes from the one on the "robotic operating chandelier". The rest of the room is dim, lit by sparks coming from exposed wiring. The lab is heavily damaged. Splashes of dried blood decorate the walls, floor and ceiling, contrasting their white and silver color.

Suddenly, an inhuman moan emanates from somewhere in the room, drawing your attention to the forced-open door at the far end of it. You witness a dark figure enter the room.

It stops, seemingly taking notice of your presence as it proceeds to step closer. Then, it is illuminated by the sparking wires.

It is a woman. Rather, it was a human woman. She has long, unkempt white hair that obscured her face. Her clothes are tattered, with the exposed portions of her body covered by some black material. Her skin is unnaturally pale, with glowing, red orange veins.

She stalks closer and closer to you, the sparks alerting you that she is holding a long scythe-like weapon.

But you do not panic.

You feel something fire up inside you.

You feel...rage.

You start to struggle against the restraints. Your body feels like jelly, but you persist. the creature walking closer, apparently relishing in watching you "panic" in its eyes. Slowly you start to feel your strength return as you continue to struggle. She gets even closer, raising the "scythe" in preparation to bury it into your torso. You feel that the clamp on your right hand is loosening, right as your strength starts to come back in full.

She is already beside you. The scythe falls swiftly towards your body, but at the right moment, your right hand breaks free. You pull yourself to the left as the scythe jams into the metal behind you. You effortlessly pull free your left hand, and kick off the restraints on your feet as you throw yourself off the left side, landing on your knees. You quickly stand up to see the creature struggle to pull off the scythe as you kick the operating table, sending it and the scythe-wielder flying until the table smashed the wielder against the wall.

The excitement settles down as you look down at yourself in surprise. You sent a metal table anchored to the floor flying. Where you always that strong?

The sound of footsteps rushing to the room grabs your attention. You look at the exit to see more scythe wielders rush in towards you.

You look around for a weapon or something that can be used to defend yourself. Your eyes fall upon a pistol lying on a bloody desk. You walk over and take it. It has a sleek, futuristic design, with glowing blue-green lines lining the barrel and body. You decide that it will do.

In an instinctive manner, you take aim at the scythe-wielder leading the charge as you slowly start to run towards them yourself. The rage you felt towards the one you fought earlier returned. You cannot explain it. You felt that these creatures deserved to die.

You pull the trigger of the gun. It fired a pulse of hot plasma that hit the first creature right in the face, knocking it to the floor whilst burning through its skull. You pull the trigger several more times as you aimed it at the next one, the shots hitting it in the chest as you charged and slammed your shoulder into it, slamming it into the wall. It slumped down as you turned behind you. The third scythe wielder swung horizontally, but you ducked as you tackled her. You proceeded to bash her face repeatedly with your fists until her head turned into a bloody pulp.

You stand up, picking up the pistol you dropped in the frenzy with your blood-stained hands. You hear another moan. This time, it had a tinge of pain. You turn to the source and see the first creature from earlier, pinned under the operating table futilely trying to reach its scythe.

You walk closer to it, the creature getting more desperate as you train the pistol to its head.

You pull the trigger as it let out one final scream that sounded like a cry for help.

For some reason, it sounds like music to your ears as one thought remained in your mind:

They will all die.