Price of Knowledge
| Price of Knowledge | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 09 December 2012 |
| Location: | Manhattan - The Labyrinth |
| Synopsis: | During the battle for Manhattan's light, Avira reaps the consequences of turning her back on a foe earlier. That foe just happened to be Dr. Anton Sevarius, armed with a syringe filled with the fruits of his research. |
| Cast of Characters: | Avira, Dr. Anton Sevarius |
| Tinyplot: | In A New York Minute |
Avira pinned Dr. Sevarius to the operating table and lifted the Spine, poised to strike. It'd be easy, in this moment, to end him, she realized. One quick stab of the spine and...
...no. She cannot do this. Avira could already feel herself freeze up at the thought of killing someone. Her pinning hand turns into a jabbing finger, poked into the geneticist's chest. "I mean it. /Stay/." she sneered at him, then turned back to the console.
Just as Avira turned her back, Sevarius reached out, grasping a syringe on the table
A scream escaped the huntress's lips just as she let go of Will's wrist. Pain exploded throughout her body, unlike any she'd ever felt before, as if every fiber of her being was being torn asunder by an invading force. Avira collapsed to the ground, Spine clattering free of her grip, and immediately clutched her sides. Her skin became slick with sweat.
With her back turned to him, Sevarius held up the syringe with a devilish smile. Taking advantage of her distraction, he strode forward and plunged the syringe into her back, driving the plunger down. "What do I look like, a dog? Well, perhaps you will when I'm done with you."
The first sign came in the form of fangs, not noticable by Avira, but easily visible to those around her when she cries out in pain. Her jaws begin to warp, thickening and elongating into a snoutlike set. The rest of her bones seemed to follow suit, her shoulders growing broader, ribs widening, feet and hands expanding and tearing free of her boots and fingerless gloves. Unable to contain her altered mass, her metal breastplate clatters off, leaving the strained leather shirt beneath.
Breathing hard, Avira lifted her hands, watching them shake and change before her eyes, fingernails thickening into claws. Another surge of pain followed and coarse black hairs pushed themselves out of her skin, spreading and lengthening until they covered most of her body in black fur. What hadn't been covered with fur instead received a smattering of silvery grey scales. Where her scars were, the fur was thinner, and a stark white.
"/What did you put in me?!/" Avira demanded, jamming the Spine into the floor precariously close to his leg. One hand reached down to grab him by the collar and half-haul him up. "TELL ME!"
She slugged Sevarius in the face. "TELL ME!!!" she hit him again.
From her spine, her vertebrae multiplied, pushing a thick, gator-like tail free, absolutely ruining her shorts in the process. Thick black fur covered the top side while beneath were more dark grey scales. "It hurts..." Avira calls out, her voice gruff and coarse, matching her hideously lupine face. "...it hurts so muchAAHHHHGGHHHHH!"
"You want to know what was in that syringe?" Sevarius smiled bloodily. "You'll find out in time..." He started to laugh, but coughs, immediately interrupted by painful spasms from the damage he's sustained.
As Avira screamed, she pitched forward, falling to all fours against the ground. Her shoulders heaved and twisted, baring twin bulges that grew and swelled before their mass tore free of her back. Massive black wings jutted upwards with a spray of sweat, ichor, and stray raven feathers. It seemed that with this, her body finally finished mutating, leaving Avira to collapse completely into a trembling heap.
