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Re: The Adbot's Revenge!
Siphon continued slogging his way back towards the area, unaware he was being watched.
From a small hidden alcove, a single person waited, looking for the right target to inject with a special virus. It was similar to the virus that had created the Nemesis that witch and those pesky Lurkers had just killed, destroying MONTHS worth of it's work. No matter though, this new virus would turn anyone it infected into an unstoppable killing machine .... or so it was believed. No one could resist becoming a monster ... or so they believed. Finally, he spotted a target, and loaded his weapon with the injection dart.
The round, when fired from the weapon, would pierce the skin, and most forms of armor, though his target wore no armor. This would be an absolute cakewalk he thought. Inject the test subject, watch it write in agony, then when it had passed out to allow the mutations to occur, contain and transport it back for 'conditioning.' He had no idea that the target he was about to shoot wouldn't be cooperative in the least bit, and it would be his only mission he would undertake in his young life.
Siphon stopped for a moment, thinking he'd heard a noise. After a few moments, he decided it was nothing and turned away to leave. It was then something struck him in the lower back, piercing into the skin, some kind of liquid entering his bloodstream. The pain that ripped through him was unlike anything he'd ever felt, and truthfully, the first time in a long time he could recall actually feeling physical pain.
After several moments, he had to take a knee from the pain. It was then he noticed the young man moving in, likely trying to capture him. In a fit of blind, pain driven rage, he stood and lashed out with his arm, striking the young man at the base of the neck, snapping it but not immediately killing him.
Albert had planned everything properly, had injected his target, and now ... everything suddenly went to hell. Instead of passing out or being paralyzed with pain, his subject somehow was still very much in control of his body. Worse still, he hadn't seen the blow coming until it was too late to react, and down he went, pain flaring through his body as his neck broke. Only now did he see the defining features of his target, realizing his mistake had been to label his target as a wraith. He could now see, this person was a hybrid wraith, and one clearly superior to a pure blood. He also knew that the virus wouldn't mutate him into a creature like Nemesis, but would rather give him all of it's strength and power, but with added benefits. The kicker was that he failed to realize in the time he had left that it also was beginning to change the hybrid to appear more human. His skin was already beginning to change tint, his body structure altering to accomodate the changes the virus was working. He realized he had failed, and then blissfully knew no more, dying there on the spot.
Siphon knew something was wrong the second the pain began to subside. A quick look at his hands confirmed this. Where there had once been a feeder, there was now only solid flesh. What the hell? What's ... happening to me?
The changes to the more prominent features of his body had happened quickly, but the less defining features, such as internal organ structure and genetic coding would take much longer to finish. On the outside, one could still tell who he was, but only because the virus hadn't completely altered him yet. Soon it would, and he'd appear differently, and the part that scared him the most right now was the simple fact, he didn't know what was happening, and knew there likely wasn't a cure. Then the pain hit him again, and he roared.
Elsewhere, anyone who had previously brushed minds with him before would catch the faintest hint of the pain, his subconcious mind projecting it out in waves, not all at once. They would also be able to tell where he was at currently, if they wanted to investigate.
Siphon continued slogging his way back towards the area, unaware he was being watched.
From a small hidden alcove, a single person waited, looking for the right target to inject with a special virus. It was similar to the virus that had created the Nemesis that witch and those pesky Lurkers had just killed, destroying MONTHS worth of it's work. No matter though, this new virus would turn anyone it infected into an unstoppable killing machine .... or so it was believed. No one could resist becoming a monster ... or so they believed. Finally, he spotted a target, and loaded his weapon with the injection dart.
The round, when fired from the weapon, would pierce the skin, and most forms of armor, though his target wore no armor. This would be an absolute cakewalk he thought. Inject the test subject, watch it write in agony, then when it had passed out to allow the mutations to occur, contain and transport it back for 'conditioning.' He had no idea that the target he was about to shoot wouldn't be cooperative in the least bit, and it would be his only mission he would undertake in his young life.
Siphon stopped for a moment, thinking he'd heard a noise. After a few moments, he decided it was nothing and turned away to leave. It was then something struck him in the lower back, piercing into the skin, some kind of liquid entering his bloodstream. The pain that ripped through him was unlike anything he'd ever felt, and truthfully, the first time in a long time he could recall actually feeling physical pain.
After several moments, he had to take a knee from the pain. It was then he noticed the young man moving in, likely trying to capture him. In a fit of blind, pain driven rage, he stood and lashed out with his arm, striking the young man at the base of the neck, snapping it but not immediately killing him.
Albert had planned everything properly, had injected his target, and now ... everything suddenly went to hell. Instead of passing out or being paralyzed with pain, his subject somehow was still very much in control of his body. Worse still, he hadn't seen the blow coming until it was too late to react, and down he went, pain flaring through his body as his neck broke. Only now did he see the defining features of his target, realizing his mistake had been to label his target as a wraith. He could now see, this person was a hybrid wraith, and one clearly superior to a pure blood. He also knew that the virus wouldn't mutate him into a creature like Nemesis, but would rather give him all of it's strength and power, but with added benefits. The kicker was that he failed to realize in the time he had left that it also was beginning to change the hybrid to appear more human. His skin was already beginning to change tint, his body structure altering to accomodate the changes the virus was working. He realized he had failed, and then blissfully knew no more, dying there on the spot.
Siphon knew something was wrong the second the pain began to subside. A quick look at his hands confirmed this. Where there had once been a feeder, there was now only solid flesh. What the hell? What's ... happening to me?
The changes to the more prominent features of his body had happened quickly, but the less defining features, such as internal organ structure and genetic coding would take much longer to finish. On the outside, one could still tell who he was, but only because the virus hadn't completely altered him yet. Soon it would, and he'd appear differently, and the part that scared him the most right now was the simple fact, he didn't know what was happening, and knew there likely wasn't a cure. Then the pain hit him again, and he roared.
Elsewhere, anyone who had previously brushed minds with him before would catch the faintest hint of the pain, his subconcious mind projecting it out in waves, not all at once. They would also be able to tell where he was at currently, if they wanted to investigate.
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