Science Time
It’d been several months I think. Four of us were left, and there were originally twenty or so. I was Tri. They started ordering me more carefully after the third time I killed a HYDRA agent by following a command to the letter.
We’d been directed to a room with what looked like a doctor, and a cot by the wall. I presume something new would happen, probably some kinda serum. I’m pretty sure I turned off pain at some point before though.
The Soldier was there as well.
The doctor spoke, “Well hello Asset! I just got permission to use these little ones as test subjects! The eldest is fairly competent, so we’re doing it last, even if it does have a streak of misinterpreting orders. Make sure it doesn’t interfere or leave.”
I didn’t. Odin went first, he screamed after the injection, and Chetyre tried to run. She was grabbed by the Soldier. I simply stood there.
The doctor tsked, “A failure,” he said. Dva was next, she screamed louder, she only fell unconscious. Chetyre struggled, she likely wouldn’t survive. I climbed onto the cot without prompting.
The doctor injected the serum, and I simply sat there, burning pain spinning through my veins. I ignored it, Runscript planning as I did so. The serum should try and add a minor heling factor, but it’ll increase my strength too. Technique, knowledge of how to use a weapon was inbuilt due to my Archetype, I didn’t have to train anything, but I can’t always accomplish anything with a weapon, even if my foe does end up dying regardless.
I was drawn out of my thoughts by a flare of pain, but the sudden notifications I got were more pressing. They were the same as what I saw before I woke up.
Adding [Regenerative Healing Factor] (Minor)
Error: [The Wolverine] already present
Rerolling…
Adding [Vulpes Physiology]
Congrats! You’ve got a new power!
I proceeded to stare at the words, even as The Wolverine began working, and I felt my bones begin to shift. I jumped off the bed and moved back to stand by the Soldier, even as I felt my nails grow rapidly into claws, and my hair shift into gray fur. My legs ached. I was already barefoot.
Frankly, I was a little surprised at the speed this was going, and it was generally uncomfortable to feel your anatomy shift as you stand. Chetyre was lifted by the Soldier and placed on the bed. A guard came to return me to my cell. I followed, bones cracking and rehealing as I walked.
He looked unnerved, I felt my teeth fall out and pulled them out, a pair of fangs growing to replace them. I blinked. My eyes felt different. My vision was a little worse. It was tolerable.
By the time I got back my legs had stopped changing, and a thin layer of fuzz had already begun to grow on them. I’d decided to check what I looked like in the morning, and went to rest, curling on a blanket under the cot rather than sleeping on it.
It'd been two years since the serum, I was roughly back to being sixteen physically though, since I aged faster now, and they learned quickly that the Chair doesn't do much. They learned I would kill most people other than my current handler and the Soldier if I didn't like something.
I stretched, and yawned, having been allowed to sleep in for once. My arms were different. More like paws, even if I did still have opposable thumbs. Gray fur ran over them, same as my legs. I had a tail, and my ears were similar to those of a fox, they flicked at the sound of the Soldier’s metal arm moving.
I turned to face him. He looked different, colors missing. I lost some more color vision after regrowing the eye it seems.
“Come.”
It was uncommon for him to speak, so I followed. We were headed somewhere I hadn't been to previously and climbed into the back of a truck, reinforced obviously.
It dropped us off in the woods shortly after giving us a brief, and my customary bag of acid vials was included in the equipment.
The vehicle left afterwards. I smiled, a light grin, teeth hidden, but not one that reached my eyes.
A mission. And a chance to escape. Faking my death wouldn't be simple, but I could do it. I could do it.