Patient #232

[Danopus]

I grabbed the biggest stick I could find. I knew soon it would be upon me. I span around, my chest rising heavily, taking deep, gasping breaths as my arm bled freely. I took my stance, my right arm hanging limply by my side. My left arm was in good shape, but not perfect. My face was a Picasso of cuts and bruises, my left eye was ripped open, and my right eye was only just taking in the images of the rocky, cliff outcrop I was hiding behind. I heard a loud roar from behind me. My heart stopped. The creature's warm, odourous breath touched my back. I was frozen still, fear covering my whole body. I grunted. Spinning around, I struck the creature directly on the nose. It roared with such intensity I felt I would die of fright. The animal hissed, and swiped at my arm. My jaw dropped as I saw my right, now horribly mutilated arm fly a few metres behind me. Blood poured from my shoulder, forming a small puddle that the cretaure was now staring at. I screamed. My working eye slowly faded black as I fell to the floor, my head smashing on some rocks. And with that, the beast was upon me.

I woke in a brightly lit room. A Nurse was looking intently into my eye. It seemed as if I was looking through a green filter. And as for my other eye... I simply couldn't see anything. Not black, not white. Literally, nothing. I looked down at my arms. My left arm was looking good as new, with only a few pink fleshy marks. My other arm was a different story. It was about 5 inches longer than my other arm. It appeared to be made of brass, with a few green lights embedded into it. After gently tapping the top light, I noticed they were screens. After turning them all off, I noticed I could no longer move my arm. The more lights that I had on, the stronger my arm was. Made sense. I yawned, noticing the Nurse had left some time ago. I scratched my hard, metallic face, instantly realising something was wrong. I stumbled to my feet and gazed into a mirror. Over half of my face was a mask. I noticed I had no mouth, but I did have a small grille at the front of my face. I noticed that this acted as my mouth. Eating was going to be difficult. My green shirt had been replaced with a medical gown, with the words "Patient #232" written on a small identity clip. After a few hours they took me into a laboratory, and told me to do some excercise. They hooked me up to some machines via some plugs in my arm and face. I ran as fast as I could on the treadmill. Next I was required to test out my arm. I punched a bag as hard as I could, and to my surprise, my arm ripped straight through it. I flexed my fingers, and punched a large, metal wall. The wall crumpled under my fist, but it didn't break. "Hey!" One of the scientists yelled. "Be careful, it cost a lot of money to buy yo- I mean buy the materials for your arm!" After that, I wasnt sure what came over me. My eye glowed brightly, and my misshapen face moved into a failed attempt at a hungry grin. I was drunk with power. A metallic scream eminated from my grille, ringing through the sterilised room. I punched the man in the face, and he crumpled to the floor. I turned my arm up to maximun power, and ripped the plugs out of me. I smashed a hole in the wall, reclaimed my clothes from a locker located in the laboratory, dressed apropriately, and left. The lab was closed down by the agency it worked for. For they had created an abomination of nature, Patient #232: Gavin Polar.