Broken Fang
| Broken Fang | |
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| Date of Cutscene: | 01 December 2012 |
| Location: | Manhattan - Underground |
| Synopsis: | Fang escapes the site of his attempted coup in the Underground, battered and broken. He seeks out the help of his benefactor in order to regain the energy he needs, but... |
| Cast of Characters: | Fang, Dr. Anton Sevarius |
| Tinyplot: | In A New York Minute |
It hurt to move.
Fang dragged himself deeper and deeper in to the Labyyrinth, the device on his arm painfully tight. He couldn't remove it, even when smashing it against the wall. He couldn't break it. It hurt, even if it... felt good, in a way.
He had to get it off. There was only one person who could do that. The one who gave it to him. He staggers down metal corridors, looking for the right series of doors.
The speakers turned on with a hiss. "I didn't think I'd see you back so soon. Do you have another delivery?"
"Shut up, you bastard." Fang hisses. "I need your help."
"Oh, you're hurt? Come, come inside. Let me have a look at you."
There is a pleasant, faint chime as a locked security door opens, revealing an operational, fully-equipped laboratory. Benches full of beakers, test tubes, and complicated machines line a wall, while a operation table sits in the middle.
It's only slightly used. Dr. Anton Sevarius smiles widely as he looks "Oh my. You've used the device. Are you adapting well?" He looks over Fang, walking around the increasingly irritable Mutate.
"Look. You owe me. I've been giving you-AAAAGH!" Fang roars as Sevarius draws a blood sample, and takes it to a machine to examine.
"Ah, yes... This is actually working rather well. The feedback loop is perfect."
Fang yells, having lost his temper by now. "STOP SCREWING WITH ME AND HELP ME!"
Sevarius turns, a hand pulling out of a pocket to reveal a dart gun. Fang, remembering this, panics... But he's too wounded, too slow. With a hiss, the dart impacts his shoulder, and discharges its contents upon impact. He gurgles and staggers forward, clutching at the side of the table. "Oh, I /am/ helping you. You see, when I made you, the Mutates were just... a paycheck. Genetics can be so much /more/..." He comes around the side and pushes Fang onto the table, where he lolls helplessly.
"Stop... please..." Fang gasps.
"The device on your arm is for more than simply controlling the Heartless." Sevarius says, his eyes gleaming. "It gives me information. Important information. It's locked to you because it's helping to /improve/ you now, releasing your potential."
The device, as if on cue, roils with a sudden burst of Darkness. Fang screams.
Sevarius continues, casually pulling thick straps over Fang and locking him down. "You see, there are things that need a more /extensive/ reworking of the genome. And I was so kindly supplied with the materials to do so. Both by my friends..." He hits a switch, and a wall opens up, revealing containment units...
Within them seethe Heartless. Dozens of them. Fang stares in horror, eyes widening. "Don't..." He begs.
Sevarius doesn't seem to hear. He casually picks up an injection unit. It is large, and swirling with inky blackness. "This serum is one of the culminations of my research. The device you're wearing has helped prepare you for it. The prospects are..." He smiles. "Impressive."
There is a sick noise as the contents of the injector are administered. Fang howls, arching his back. "Help me..." He cries.
"So.... hungry..."
