A man lay underneath a cold surgical light on a table of steel. Large steel clamps secured his arms, wrists, chest, neck, and legs, insuring that he could go nowhere on his own volition. His naked body was strained, and his muscles were tensed to the limit, violently bulging against their cold steel restraints.
Even though he was unconscious, his teeth were grit in unimaginable agony. Long needles that looked more like blades drilled into his body from all angles, depositing their payload of adamantanium directly onto his skeleton and cartilage.
The process was unimaginably painful, and only someone with an advanced healing factor with a will to match its intensity could even hope to survive the brutal process.
Despite the sedatives and countless other drugs that kept the man under, it's was impossible to keep him like that for long.
That's when the screaming started. Screams of a primal agony that no human should ever make.
A howl of incomprehensible pain akin to that of a beast sounded throughout the cold steel room. However, this was not a place where cries of agony would go aided. This facility existed for the sole purpose of creating superweapons, and pain was all too common there. In fact, it could be said by any of it's living former inhabitants, that pain was a prerequisite to even be there in the first place.
As such, the man's howls of suffering went unheeded by the men and women who placed him there in the first place.
The thing was, men and women weren't the only other things there. Not by a long shot.
On a different floor of this underground facility, a glowing blue cube hovered above a pedestal in a dark vault, unmolested by man or machine. It slowly rotated silently in the air before it stopped its eternal rotation.
This was a cosmic cube, an immensely powerful cosmic artifact that granted it's user unimaginable power, at an unknown cost.
Something, no, someone in this facility was calling out to it on a spiritual level. It felt the man's agony, and it answered his call.
It resonated with his mind and soul, granting him his only wish at the moment. To be away from this agony, and away from this facility of carnage. No matter where away was, and so it granted that wish, sending him so far away, that only the Gods could reach him.
The price for it's assistance?
His mind. It left him with no memories at all.
A man woke to find himself naked and alone underneath a cold gray sky. A stinging pain bit at him all over his body from something in the air. He felt his body constantly repairing itself from an unrelenting series of small changes that attempted to alter his body.
He slowly got up and looked around him.
He was standing in a large countryside field that could possibly have been somewhere in Eur? What was it? Europe? Yes that must have been somewhere in Europe.
A long wall of large stones piled on top of each other surrounded the field and as he looked more closely, he saw bullet casings scattered across the ground. He could hear a constant cracking and popping sound in the distance. He was Familiar with the sound on a instinctual level. What was it though?
Right, Gunfire.
It took his mind some time to formulate the word for it. That worried him. Whoever he was. Something pulled him towards the gunfire, some instinctual thirst for the promised violence that came with the territory.
Then, he felt something throbbing in his fists, something waiting to be unleashed, and he followed that urge.
Schick
The sound of metal tearing through flesh filled his ears, and he looked down at his fists. Three long metallic claws the length of daggers protruded from the back of his fists, and they added to his urge to use them.
A grin filled his face as a cold wind blew his brown hair back, tossing it about wildly.
He didn't know who he was, or how he got here, wherever here was, but that didn't bother him right now. In fact, nothing bothered him, and the only thing he wanted to do was use the claws in his hands to rip and tear.
Taking off at a speed one could only call superhuman, the man bolted towards the fighting in the distance.
The fields melded by him in one blur of gray and green, and buildings rapidly approached him, along with the smells of gunpowder, and hot metal.
He heard the cries and shouting of women as the peals and shots rang out from various places in the small town he was approaching.
The buildings looked very much like the old time small rural village architecture they were, but now they were peppered with bullet holes.
Three identical black haired women with pale white skin, black and purple armored bodysuits, and pink visors over their faces, each holding two submachine guns were running around the edge of the closest building, and they noticed him running towards them.
Quickly opening fire on him, they took cover behind a wall and sent a Salvo of bullets flying towards him.
Quickly jumping to the side, the man dodged most of the bullets except for one that struck him directly in the forehead, causing his head to snap back and him to fall out of the air onto the road.
It stung and the force of the hit disoriented the man, sending him reeling. However, the bullet stopped against the adamantanium that coated his skull.
Argh
The man grunted before getting back up and was greeted by another round of bullets that tore into his body, ridding him with holes. It burned and stung, but he was now getting used to it, especially now that he knew the bullets couldn't kill him. This time he didn't go down.
The bullets began popping out of his skin and falling to the dirt road.
Another round came over him, and this time he could see the trajectory of the bullets. He dodged some, and took those he couldn't dodge, and began running towards the women.
The women acted predictably and fell back as he bounded towards them, and in seconds, he was upon them. He jumped over the wall that provided them cover, and he landed with a spin.
Thud thud
The decapitated heads of two of the women fell to the ground, wires sparking and smoking from their detached bodies.
Their guns fell to the ground as they fell like puppets who's strings had been cut.
One remains.
It opened fire on him point blank, but he forced through the attack and bisected the machine woman at the waist.
A victory had been attained, but this was just the beginning.
