[PostApocalyptic] Nothing Held Back [ThanatosxCorrupted]

[PostApocalyptic] Nothing Held Back [ThanatosxCorrupted]

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Nanobot small machines that can be placed within one's bloodstream, or attached to a being to make them into what the program decides. Reconfiguring their set structure of anything universally significant, to what the mind ponders about or things even unrealistic that crawl deep within our subconscious as demon of the night or fiend of our nightmares.

2507, the future seemed pretty much the same as the past, containing wars, new medicine and technology; but an undercover agency works diligently on there new prototype, money on the line as it fails horribly on three subjects taken in forcefully. The three live in an artificial harmony of there walled cells, sedatives and other calming agents pumped into there bodies on a daily basis to keep them from there truly horrific ways.

One in particular; there first now lay on the barren steel, arms at his sides as a mask gripped his face, his eyes locked closed as he breathed in heavily. Long locks of night black tangled over the tube somewhat as the being gave a stifled cough outward, his breathe being collected and placed elsewhere for testing as long thin scythes rest on his bare chest. They fidgeted at times, unaware of any changes in the outside world as they drew closer to his muscles in wait of his awakening. It had been this way for 15 hours, his rest one of the longest of the three as he lay there motionless, a complex set up of scythes protecting his body from an unexplained harm that could be done to him again by the scientist by digital programming.

"Is he up yet?" asked a small man plodding along, white lab coat dragging on the floor. "Not yet..." answered another to his side, wheeling a cart of a large midsection of a cow. "You haven't found anything else he'll eat yet, did you?" sneered another coming up on the scientist's side. "No... he refuses everything else we've tried with him... he just won't eat like us anymore..." he said sadly, rubbing his brow. The cart stopped, the man slowly pulled out the tray of meat placing it near the edge of the plexiglass plated wall; that lead directly into the creature's cell.

The metal collided with the beast's head, making him jolt awake, scythes drawn forward as he let out an annoyed snarl. The sedatives where quickly given to him fast through the gasmask as the scientist scolded the other. "Don't do that to my creation!" he said angrily. "Never provoke him!" he spoke once more before waddling off with the other two following, the man with the cart behind.

The mask filtered it mainly to a calming agent that almost lulled Immon, the creation back to sleep. He stopped moving, falling back upon his stomach as the mask was slowly pulled off his face from its tight fastened position by electronic locks as a network of long tubes fell, attaching to small holes fused to his back. They started to quickly pump the sedative into his blood stream directly, making him lay there for a moment or two before the smell of the meat aroused him. He snarled.

He brought himself to his full height slowly, the scythes supporting his body as his hands went forward, outstretched to the meat with his mouth open wide, exposing pearly white fangs. His eyes had shrunken pupils obviously a side effect to the sedatives that where pumped into his body day and night through the system they had set up for him.

The meat stunk slightly, a little old, but he could have cared less if it was merely bones, he sunk his teeth in and started to eat. Small cameras around taking in all that he did without showing themselves to the bloodthirsty beast.

On film were the scientist's worse days and hours with him, the day they had tried introducing him to vegetables, a nasty idea, but it was cheaper than meat they surmised. Little had they known then how foolish it had been, he literally tore his containment cell into pieces from his own rage, slicing open a gateway to freedom for himself as they tried to pour in more sedatives as he downed a few of the staff angrily. They learned from the horrible incident to never change his diet of meat to anything other than that, they feared for a relapse of power; him overwhelming them rather than them controlling him.

The prototype to the real goal seemed barely able to sustain him for long, so they had to keep him locked up, its grasp on his body minimal after the duration period of damage inflicted to his DNA and composition. They would never stop till they found the right programming, having two others tested in the same way, different results to there bodies and make up. One being locked up directly across from Immon, the two on occasion would stare at each other intensely in thought, wondering what had happened to the other. While the other lived in a cell that the two could only see from the far side of there own chamber.

Immon hissed irritably as he continued to devour his meal, he was fed three times a day, the trays being vacuumed out due to precautions set for the scientists. They would never dare come near him now.

To the untrained eye, he seemed rather happy in the environment, unless you watched his behavior for long. None of the scientists originally hoped for such a monster in actions or structure; not wanting a nearly 7'3'' tall terror in the midst weight well over 4 tons to cross there paths even at work.

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"Commander, the bombs are set... start operation jail bird? Over." he squeaked into his walkie talkie that had been fastened to the side of his head, attached to the assortment of broken objects that lay on the helmet that he had worn through all his service. Luckily the communications weren't shot, not that that would do so much for him as he heard the other crack over quietly.

"Roger. Commence with operation jail bird" his muscles tensed as he pressed the button, the 'back door' to the laboratory being broken to pieces as the small fleets they owned zoomed in. Traditionally they would be considered junk, something that was lucky to still be working as they maneuvered a large truck among a few smaller vehicles into the lab. Sirens blaring dangerously in their ears. Without a doubt the men inside where in a frenzy as they worked their magic, making it to Immon's cage as they swiftly backed he truck toawrds its entrance. Entering the sequence to the control module that took the creature off the sedatives and opened the cage. He let out a hiss, eyes staring at the metal, but seemed somewhat willing as he ran in from what captivity to another as the doors behind him slammed shut at the group was rushing for the door.

Just for times sake they had opened the other cages, letting loose the two other creatures that had been experimented on. Roaring in an agitated manner a long lithe figured male attacked the control with a loud shrieked from his lungs, nails ripping at the consoles as the female that had also been imprisoned drew in a breathe of air before shooting a set of spikes made of bones from her hands. The two raged maddened as the scientists quickly called for aid. Having never suspected this as the group of 'avengers' rode out of the laboratory.

"Jail bird was a success, bring the bird home? Over." cracked the man driving the large truck towards its new destination. One could see the forest around them slowly grow dimmer as they rode through the foliage, trying for the nearest city where they could make a base. "Roger. Bring home the bird." the mission had been successful, but there was no telling what would happen next as they drove off. Hearing eerie howls from the creature they had captured.

Immon seemed somewhat annoyed by being confined again, but the new scents that filled him kept him at bay. Keeping the large scythes that supported his weight at his side, teeth gnashing at the metal- tearing up the steel slightly as he let out another howl. The men that drove him and those around shook; they needed him to do the dirty work for their operation. Otherwise it would fall right before them. He would be enough muscle that they'd never need to enlist anymore fightign units.

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"Damn the operation was hopeless" he mouthed, steering the truck so that it wouldn't collide with the car that had stopped in front of him. His luck wasn't on his side as the car behind smashed into the truck, forcing it forward, Immon and all. The truck gave a nasty lurch as the experiment shrieked irritated from the ride, not being content with the scent anymore as he sunk his scythes into the back door. "we have to surrender- over" he said, ready to hear the answer, but never had the chance as he was split in two. The doors to the back of the truck being flung into the car behind. The vehicle was hit hard, the engine swiftly spouting fire before blowing up as Immon slipped out. Hissing angrily as he drew a scythe to his lips, licking the blood that he had been given from the driver. Sitting for a moment much like a dog on his hunches he surveyed the area before tearing at the nearest car that had come to a stop. There hadn't been many to start with and it seemed those that had stopped the men in the first place wouldn't really need to dispose of those that had freed the beast.

Immon narrowed his eyes angrily, pulling a man's lower torso into his gullet as he turned to glare at Daniel and the two others there. He swallowed before hissing, eying the three as if sizing them up in some manner. Not lunging forward for a moment as he swiftly pulled off the nearest scrap metal as a shield. He wasn't stupid, far from it went it came to fight as he swiftly charged at the group now. Force sending his body forward quickly, though admittedly not as quite quick had he been in a smaller form.

Sexed Number of posts : 199 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-08

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The charge had lasted for as far as he saw fit to it. Turning swiftly on his hunches as the gun was fired his way. Several sedative was shot his way- the metal barrier he had rose caught most, but one which sunk into his arm. Making the demon of a creature shriek in anger, teeth sinking into the capsule that stuck out from his skin. Pulling it out he broke the metal as he went, taking in a bit of the sedative as he spat. His eyes glared towards those nearby, but mainly Daniel the one who was quickly on his tail. Digging his scythes into the ground he swiftly pulled his form forward in another charge towards the man. He gave off no sign that he could speak, at least nothing more than a few grunts and growls as he went off toawrds the man. Snarling as his bulk was pushed forward, hair whipping about as he snapped his fangs- keeping the shield in front of him. He'd lift it seconds before coming in contact with the other. Holding his head forward with his mouth agape with his razor sharp fangs pointed forward. He wanted more to eat, but at the same time wanted to simply be left alone. Immon saw only one solution and that was to kill those here.

Sexed Number of posts : 199 Age : 34 Registration date : 2008-08-08

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