Post by piper on Mar 12, 2016 9:02:31 GMT
The militia's rations were far from what one would consider a wholesome portion. It wasn't flavorful, left a little to be desired, but could go a while without running stale and packed the necessary nutrients needed for any octarian. Suffice to say, it was capable of staving off hunger long enough for soldiers to complete their missions and no further than that. To Piper, however, this was a five star meal in comparison to nothing at all.
The underground was scarce of supplies and finding rations like these was the equivalent of striking gold in a quarry. It was just unfortunate that she wasn't the only monster looking to satiate her hunger. She had found the box rations within the locker room of a dilapidated building, joyous to have something decent to eat. The feeling would be replaced with alarm as she soon came tentacle to tentacle with one of the military projects; a mutated octarian with a temper as sharp as the teeth and claws it bared. Piper would normally avoid confrontation if she could, but she wasn't about to risk her treasure trove of nourishment to this abomination. The blows would end in the mutant tossed further down into abyss of the underground while she hastily retreated to the military complex she called home.
The bite she had received on her arm was a small price to pay for her victory, though she wished she had more than a rag to staunch the flow of blood, though it managed to stop the bleeding. At least now she could keep the hunger pains at bay, even if for a little while. Within moments, the box was clear of anything. After eating her way through the foodstuff, she set the box aside, mentally cursing herself for not being more preservative with the rations. Not the she could help it; a giant like her had an equally giant appetite and not having food for a long while didn't help her in that regard.
Sitting on the kelp that made for a roughly weaved together form of bedding, she brought her knees up, sitting in the darkness that shrouded her environment before her thoughts began to wander to places she would rather not remember. How long had it been since she became this monster? Months? Years even? Time had faded in meaning, but she remembered it all too well. The details of what lead up to her being placed on the operating table in one of the military's laboratories were fuzzy to her. Perhaps it was conscription, or maybe she volunteered at the promise of a generous compensation. Whatever the case, she wasn't awake for the operation. The anesthetics made sure she wasn't.
But that didn't stop her from experiencing the aftermath.
She woke up in a roomy observation cell. The changes weren't immediate. At first, she didn't feel much of anything. Then the muscle growth occurred. It was gradual, but even if the changes were slow, it hurt. Pain seared through her body as it began to adapt to the newly introduced DNA of a pre-historic squid. Her limbs grew stronger, more resilient, and every fiber stretched and grew to accommodate this new-found strength. The pain was nearly unbearable, but no matter how loud she shouted, no matter how much she clawed at the sealed doors, no one would come to her aid. Scientists watched from behind the glass screens as their creations transformation took place, observing the results of their work.
When the transformation finally ended, her body was burning, every bit of her being screaming out for her to roll over and die. Yet she kept living and felt something else that would go unhinged: rage in it's purest form. She dared not remember the slaughter that was her breakout of the lab. It was the sole reason she viewed herself as a monster, no matter how much more reasonable she was than the other creatures that dwelled in the underground.
She had curled up in the bedding, trying to hold back the bitter tears as she drifted off into sleep's dark waters, hoping that this was all just a really bad dream.
Yet she knew the nightmare was real and she had no other choice but to survive it.
The underground was scarce of supplies and finding rations like these was the equivalent of striking gold in a quarry. It was just unfortunate that she wasn't the only monster looking to satiate her hunger. She had found the box rations within the locker room of a dilapidated building, joyous to have something decent to eat. The feeling would be replaced with alarm as she soon came tentacle to tentacle with one of the military projects; a mutated octarian with a temper as sharp as the teeth and claws it bared. Piper would normally avoid confrontation if she could, but she wasn't about to risk her treasure trove of nourishment to this abomination. The blows would end in the mutant tossed further down into abyss of the underground while she hastily retreated to the military complex she called home.
The bite she had received on her arm was a small price to pay for her victory, though she wished she had more than a rag to staunch the flow of blood, though it managed to stop the bleeding. At least now she could keep the hunger pains at bay, even if for a little while. Within moments, the box was clear of anything. After eating her way through the foodstuff, she set the box aside, mentally cursing herself for not being more preservative with the rations. Not the she could help it; a giant like her had an equally giant appetite and not having food for a long while didn't help her in that regard.
Sitting on the kelp that made for a roughly weaved together form of bedding, she brought her knees up, sitting in the darkness that shrouded her environment before her thoughts began to wander to places she would rather not remember. How long had it been since she became this monster? Months? Years even? Time had faded in meaning, but she remembered it all too well. The details of what lead up to her being placed on the operating table in one of the military's laboratories were fuzzy to her. Perhaps it was conscription, or maybe she volunteered at the promise of a generous compensation. Whatever the case, she wasn't awake for the operation. The anesthetics made sure she wasn't.
But that didn't stop her from experiencing the aftermath.
She woke up in a roomy observation cell. The changes weren't immediate. At first, she didn't feel much of anything. Then the muscle growth occurred. It was gradual, but even if the changes were slow, it hurt. Pain seared through her body as it began to adapt to the newly introduced DNA of a pre-historic squid. Her limbs grew stronger, more resilient, and every fiber stretched and grew to accommodate this new-found strength. The pain was nearly unbearable, but no matter how loud she shouted, no matter how much she clawed at the sealed doors, no one would come to her aid. Scientists watched from behind the glass screens as their creations transformation took place, observing the results of their work.
When the transformation finally ended, her body was burning, every bit of her being screaming out for her to roll over and die. Yet she kept living and felt something else that would go unhinged: rage in it's purest form. She dared not remember the slaughter that was her breakout of the lab. It was the sole reason she viewed herself as a monster, no matter how much more reasonable she was than the other creatures that dwelled in the underground.
She had curled up in the bedding, trying to hold back the bitter tears as she drifted off into sleep's dark waters, hoping that this was all just a really bad dream.
Yet she knew the nightmare was real and she had no other choice but to survive it.
