Next installment. Please enjoy. Took a few creative liberties with this one.

DEAD SPACE: ISSAC'S DELETED DEATH SCENES

BY THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON

"I Am The Doorway"

(Takes Place Anywhere in Dead Space 1)

Issac's Death;

Issac lifted his Plasma Cutter up so the light shone on the Immature Guardian. As the light shone on the face-which could barely be classified as such- it let out a howl, one eye gone and the other rolling around, blinded by the light, and having a very human quality to it. The guardian was attached to the wall, the intestines hanging limply, mutated into tentacles. Issac lowered the gun a little, studying the creature. The eye stared at him and the head shook back and worth as it wailed, the arms twitching a bit as though it was trying to move them but unable to. The eye showed terror and pain, and looked like an island among the infected and mutilated flesh of the rest of the body. It was still human, Issac realized, or at least the human was still inside it, trapped in a bloated, disgusting bag of flesh. His finger unclenched off the trigger of the Plasma Cutter. He knew he could do nothing for the man. However it was that the infection was keeping him alive had to be ended. That would be the only sort of mercy. He glanced around the darkness once before raising his Plasma Cutter. The head seemed to shake and the eye grew wider. Issac was so hypnotized by the eye, he didn't realize the tentacles were lifting until they had erected themselves fully and one slashed out at him.

He jumped back, not taking damage but as the tentacle moved, he briefly saw the bottom of the gate lock. It looked like the key card type, but he only saw the edge of it. If he blasted the creature straight, he would destroy the card system and he suspected that hacking the system would be easier than rewiring the entire thing. He just had to take it one step at a time. The tentacles were the creature's only defense. He positioned himself on the Guardian's direct right, raising his Plasma Cutter and lining it up so all the tentacles could be severed. He squeezed off three shots just to make sure that they all came off. With a splash of blood and now a leaking wound on the front of the creature, the tentacles lay in a heap on the ground below it. It let out a loud cry of pain, shaking about waving its arms about. He decided the arms might be a problem as well and stood in front of the monster and took them off as well. Now the necromorph/human was now just a head and a torso, fused to the wall. He stepped forward. And placed a hand on the wall beside it and attached his Plasma Cutter to his belt and pulled his hand back, muttering an apology in advance to the human eye and then thrusting his hand forward as hard as he could.

His hand burst through the chest cavity of the monster and his fingers groped the metal box. The creature roared loudly, a monstrous roar, but was lined with a human scream. Issac grit his teeth, telling himself that the person was too far gone to feel the pain and began twisting his hand about to spread out the flesh and what was left of the entrails so that he could have room to work. Once there was a place big enough to clench and unclench his hand, he punched through the box and began feeling the wires. There were three. One with a square input, one with a circular, and one with a triangular. His fingers drummed nervously on them as he tried to remember which one to pull and which two to switch. The necromorph was hissing and letting out human screams, and his stomach was tightening ever tighter as he tried to work. He pulled one out and an electrical current went through the monster and him. He was barely phased, though had to rest for a moment, but the creature threw its head back howled, a crackling sound coming from its body as though the scream was so powerful that it was tearing it apart inside.

But as it shook around his hand, it felt as though the flesh was expanding, not tearing. He wondered if the creature was going to explode. He tried to pull his hand back out just in case but it wouldn't come out. Something wrapped around his hand and pulled it up into the upper organs of the monster. He let out a cry of surprise and then pain as it twisted his hand the wrong way. He began pulling trying to get his arm away from whatever it was that had him. After a minute or two of pulling his wrist dislocated and as he gave a pull and a howl of pain, the hand came off inside the creature and he pulled his severed wrist out, which spewed tiny rivulets of blood from its torn arteries. The hand fell out of the hole in the creature as a long tentacle emerged with a sharp spike of bone at the end of it. Issac hadn't noticed, he had fallen to his knees, squeezing his severed limb and screaming in pain.

The creature let out an almost human cry of warning before the tentacle stabbed into the back of Issac's head. His eyes went wide as it broke through his skull and buried only a half an inch to his brain but was still enough to cause damage. He fell further to the floor, on his hands and knees as he coughed and spat blood as the tentacle pushed deeper into his head, trying to cause as much damage as it could, perhaps decapitate him as was the style of the monsters. He managed to hold himself up under the pressure for a few seconds before the tentacle burst through his face and hit the floor below him. One eye was squashed into pulp by the tentacle's point and the other fell out, hanging loosely in its shattered socket. The rest of his face was gone except for his bottom jaw which fell open as his brains fell out in chunks on the floor and his tongue lolled out of his throat before the tentacle whipped him back, and his neck let out a snap as his spine broke and his head was severed from his body. His body spurted blood from the empty hole where his head once sat, only adding to the grim mess all over the floor before falling on its side. The creature on the wall let out a sigh of loss and the tentacle retracted into its depths.

Guardian's Death;

Issac wrenched his arm about trying to pull it out of the depths of the creature. As it turned his wrist he grabbed a hold of the circuit board of the door and managed to tear a wire as his wrist was twisted. A beeping resounded and a voice said; "Bay doors now open. Access to hanger granted." The doors began to open and the Guardian's flesh began stretching as the tentacle lost its grip and Issac tore his hand out of the creature. It left out a gurgling cry before it ripped in half. Issac held his hand up in front of his face as blood showered him. He peeked over his arm and held his arm up again as he saw that two links of the creature's intestines had not yet torn and were strung across the open doorway in front of him. One split after a second and then the other. Issac sighed as he began rubbing the intestinal fluids and blood from his armor and heard one last sound from the creature that had been mounted on the door. It sounded like a sigh of relief.