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Yeah. I don't own Linkin Park's "Crawling", which serves as an integral part of this prologue. So sue me.
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He was back once more… In that hellish laboratory… The place where they found him… But this time, the place was cleaner… better managed… The paint wasn't peeling…
He was strapped onto a table… bound and paralyzed… A person standing above him was examining his body… Searching for flaws…
"Now… Sergov… Are you willing? Da? Good… You will become the hope of Mother Russia… The hope against the capitalist pigs everywhere!" With a gesture, the examiner waved in a team of people dressed as he was… Impeccably clean and lacking any discerning features…
But he couldn't answer… Couldn't even move… Who is this Sergov?
"This will be uncomfortable, Sergov… But remember Mother Russia!!" Picking up the scalpel handed to him, the mysterious stranger began amputating his right arm… Pain unlike any he had experienced before racked his body…He yearned to scream, but found him mouth was sealed by one of the attendants…
~~~Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal~~~
But he was born disabled… He had no right arm! What was going on? Why does this stranger insist on calling him Sergov?
~~~Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real~~~
The trim and white labcoat was now splattered with patches of glistening red blood… He felt himself weakening… The lab was swirling…
"Sergov! Awake! You are not to die!" He could detect a degree of concealed panic within his voice… Good. Let him die… As long as whomever this was failed. Everything was evanescing… Fading into blissful darkness…
Electric jolts ran down his spine, bringing him back to painful consciousness. His arm… His leg… His body… all marred… all forsaken…
He was no longer human…
~~~There's something inside me that pulls beneath
The surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling, I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure~~~
"Comrade Molotov!" Though the haze that plagued his weary mind, he could hear… "How is Project "????? ????" progressing?" In the corner of his remaining eye, he could see the monster that had done this to him… speaking to a screen that had blinked on. "Molotov" was taking off his stained with ease, though careful to touch it at least as possible. Handing it to one of his attendants without a second glance, he causally replied "It cannot be discerned at this stage, comrade Griegor, yet I am positive that this specimen will not reject the… improvements."
"Good… Good… I trust everything was installed as planned?" The general on the flickering screen fanned himself nervously.
"Da, da… The multi-purpose attachment proved to be much less complicated than we had predicted… The neural enhancements proved to be a real fucking bitch, however… Other than that, "Sergov" should be fully functional within a couple of… days? Perhaps even sooner… Thank you…" "Molotov" accepted a cold glass of some alcoholic beverage or another from a silent attendant. It was presumably vodka, but obviously aged afterwards, as the alcohol was tinted a light golden color…
After taking a long sip from his glass, "Molotov" continued. "Of course, comrade Griegor, "Sergov" is still in experimental stages… We will need time to test his full capabilities…" Setting the glass down precariously on his slanting computer platform, he snapped his fingers in a summon. Instantly, two burly attendants arrived by his side.
"Alexis, Ran… put "Sergov" into storage…"
"Wait… Molotov, what are you doing?" Griegor was sweating like a pig on the screen.
"Taking necessary precautions, comrade. "Sergov" is too important to be left exposed… Surely you understand that?" With a light smirk, Molotov waved the two silent titans to their work.
"No! Yes… Of course I understand! But wouldn't you first show me what "Sergov" can do, before you store him away?" Griegor stammered, whatever left of his former composure collapsing.
"There will be time for that later, comrade. Come! Alexis! Ran! Show "Sergov" his new "quarters", shall we say…"
The straps that bound him to the ghastly operating table released smoothly with a click. He was free! Free! He struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't move… Firmly grasped on each side by the mammoths, he was lugged up to his feet… and dragged… away…
What is going on? Why can't he move?!
~~~Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real~~~
As they reached the capsule that he realized would be his new residence, he caught a view of himself on a hanging mirror…
~~~Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem to find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure~~~
This… Horrible caricature of a man… was him? This patchwork of steel and flesh… his body? But it was… He had accepted it… over the years… The shock of seeing it now, however, proved too much… much too much…
His will relaxed its hold over his body, as he was placed in the capsule… and locked within. Greenish, glowing liquid began seeping into the container, crawling up his skin… closing off his air…
~~~Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real~~~
No… This cannot be…
~~~Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, confusing what is real~~~
Everything… everything's going dark…
The Mutated Animagi Chronicles
Part II: MUGGLE INVOLVEMENT
5tR4N63r awoke, a cold sweat drenching the sheets someone had tucked him under… What had just occurred?
As his vision restored itself, he found himself in the Medical Bay… but why? What could have caused him to require such medical attention?
His thoughts began to gather themselves once more… He could focus on his dream…
"Seymour!" If the sound of Hermirone Granger's ecstatic cry didn't startle him out of his trance, her crushing embrace would surely have. "You're back!"
"Yes, Ms. Granger, I… am back." He pondered, his reedy, metallic voice failing to convey his many emotions.
"Are you alright? We were so worried… After your over-exposure…" Hermirone stood back, mind wandering back to what had occurred at Stonebank…
"I believe so… But lately, I do not know what to believe anymore." Rising out of tiny bunk that had served as his resting place, he inquired, "How long have I been disabled like this?"
"Several days… Sirius and the rest of us have been paying daily visits… Oh, they will be so happy!" Hermirone laughed, the tension on her face evaporating as if it never was. "Come on! We have to tell them!" Leading 5tR4N63r along rather forcibly, Hermirone literally dragged her companion out of the Medical Bay.
He had a lot of catching up to do…
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Yep. This is pt. II. If anyone knows how to speak Russian and understands it completely (grammar, etc.), plz send help to whatiswrongwithyoupeople@hotmail.com. Or review. Whatever's simpler for you.
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