The Gift of Madness
"Would you like to hear my story, furry?" Zivix asked, as the buzzsaws whirred. The sound of meat and bone being cut rang out through the lab along with it, giving off a beautiful symphony that went well with Richard's screams. "I was a scientist during the war. Well, part scientist, part general. Leaders were so greatly needed that I had to play two roles in one. And while I did so love the feel of war, I loved watching nature act. I loved watching my weapons burn and kill so many lesser beings."
"Who were those lesser beings? Those who did not fight. The crippled. The mentally handicapped. The young and old. You'd be surprised how hard it is to keep track of a few younglings during a war. I would test various weapons on them, such as diseases I made myself. It's funny now. For the longest time, I didn't realize the weapons I was using would be utterly pointless on the energy-based beings that we were fighting. Oh well. At least I learned something, right?" Zivix chuckled as metal fused with skin.
"So many wonderful weapons I made. So many powerful super soldiers. They would have brought us victory in half the time it did in reality. A shame they're lifespans were so short, hm? In fact, your friends will most likely die after once their nanobots reboot and they're allowed to be active for a few weeks. I would have made them to be more long lasting had I not been discovered."
"H-help."
"Quiet now. This is story time," Zivix joked, watching as he watched fire fuse metallic skin and weapons together. "You see a few, more short-sighted colleagues of mine had realized a few cripples missing here and there. They nearly caught me. I had to cut all of my experiments and frame it all to a younger, up-and-coming general. A shame. From what I had seen, the girl had potential. But compared to me, she's a lesser being, just like you and so many others."
Zivix suddenly stopped and chuckled, turning around and watching the robotic arms pull away from Richard's body. "And do you know what I just realized? All of this is pointless. You can't understand a word I say, can you?"
"H-help…"
Zivix nodded and his assistant nodded from behind a soundproof glass. He pressed down on button with green tentacle and nodded back at his superior. "Now nod if you can hear me, animal." He watched as the Dalmatian moved his head up and down. "Good. Now remember, the Silver Sentinel hurt you. He made you a freak. Find him, bring him to me, and once I have what I want, rip his head off. Agreed?" Richard nodded. "Fantastic."
The medical table shifted and tilted forward, and the metal bonds holding the dog were released, letting him step off. He tried to breathe, before his eyes widened as he realized he couldn't, nor did he need to. He looked down and saw his large, bird like feet, three toes ending in a large, sharp claw. He took a few steps forward, before toppling over. He was able to catch himself with his new arms though.
He looked at the two metal appendages and saw they were both strong and a spotless white, like his legs. He followed them to the end and saw six digits at the end of his hands. He wiggled them around, shocked and horrified to find them as his own.
He placed those hands on his metal face and nearly cried in horror as he found cold, hard metal instead of fur and skin. His hands tightened into fists and he roared in anger, taking out his aggression on a nearby computer console, bellowing in rage, before falling to his knees as pain shot through his body.
"Now, now. Be good, furry," Zivix chuckled, pressing down on a remote with a tentacle. "Before you go off to kill the Sentinel, you should know more about your upgraded self."
END
Wow….Zivix is a douche.