The facility's corridors stretched before Kane like the twisted skeleton of what it once was. Emergency lights still pulsed their crimson warning, casting long shadows that danced across frost-covered walls. His boots crunched over broken tiles and dead vines as he moved forward, the weight of Pierce's pistol comfortable in his hand. The absorbed security officer's combat instincts whispered constant assessments, marking cover points and potential ambush locations with practiced ease.
╔═══ ENVIRONMENTAL SCAN ACTIVE ═══╗
〢 TEMPERATURE: -5°C 〢
〢 STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY: 76% 〢
〢 DETECTING MOVEMENT: MULTIPLE VECTORS 〢
〢 CORRUPTION GAUGE: 1/10 〢
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"There's a security storage closet ahead," Aria said, her voice pitched low despite being in his head. "Standard facility protocol kept combat knives in maintenance lockers. A backup weapon would be wise, considering our limited resources."
Through his enhanced vision, Kane caught movement at the edge of the darkness – a writhing mass that twisted in ways that made his eyes hurt. Three shapes lurched from around the corner, former humans whose flesh had forgotten its proper shape. The first moved like a spider, too many joints bending in impossible ways, its skin translucent enough to reveal organs that pulsed with pearlescent light. Neural tissue sprouted from its spine like twisted flowers, each bloom tracking his movement with horrific intelligence.
Kane didn't hesitate. The pistol hummed as he fired, Pierce's quantum-coded beam turning the creature's exposed brain matter into nothing more than a bad memory. The thing collapsed, its impossible joints still twitching as probability unraveled its twisted form.
"Target eliminated. Kill count: 4," Aria announced, her tone clinical. "I'll track your encounters. The data may prove useful."
The second creature reached for him with arms that split and split again like horrible branches, each termination point bearing fragments of human hands arranged in grotesque symmetry. Pearls pulsed beneath its translucent flesh, their glow suggesting power waiting to be claimed. Kane ducked under its grasp and fired twice more. The quantum beam caught it in mid-mutation, and the thing collapsed, its warped form dissolving into mathematical impossibilities.
"Kill count: 5."
The third fell just as quickly, though its death scream carried harmonics that made Kane's neural implant buzz with recognition. "Kill count: 6. You're becoming quite efficient at this."
▓═══ COMBAT ANALYSIS ═══▓
〢 NEURAL SYNC: 97% 〢
〢 WEAPON EFFICIENCY IMPROVING 〢
〢 DETECTING PEARL SIGNATURES 〢
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Kane approached the storage closet, its door hanging crooked on broken hinges, metal warped by something strong enough to bend steel. Inside, gun racks stood empty, their contents long since claimed by others. A weapons maintenance station caught his attention – several matte-black combat knives still secured in their brackets, untouched by time.
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As he reached for one of the blades, movement in the shadows made him freeze. In the back of the closet, a cryo-pod lay on its side, frost patterns crawling across its cracked surface. The pod's status light still blinked weakly, and through its clouded window, Kane could make out a human shape. His enhanced vision caught details he wished he couldn't see – muscles still twitching after ninety-nine years, blood moving through veins that should have long since stilled.
"Kane," Aria's voice dropped to a whisper, an unusual note of pain in her artificial tone. "I'm detecting vital signs from Dr. Marcus Hayes, SubTech Advanced Weaponry Division. But... Kane, he's suffering. The pod's partial failure kept him suspended between life and death for ninety-nine years. His consciousness has been trapped in an endless loop of near-death. The neural readings... they're pure agony."
Kane moved closer to the pod. Through the frosted glass, he could see Hayes's face contorted in a permanent grimace of pain. The man's implant flickered weakly, a testimony to nearly a century of torment. His enhanced vision revealed more horrific details – Hayes's cells still trying to die, still being forced back to life by the pod's damaged systems, caught in an endless cycle of micro-deaths that had stretched across a century.
"His physical form survived," Aria continued softly, "but his mind... No human was meant to endure this kind of suspended suffering. The kindest thing we can do..."
Kane raised the pistol. "Rest easy, Doctor," he murmured, and pulled the trigger. The beam was precise, merciful. Hayes's expression finally relaxed, peace replacing pain in his features. The quantum patterns in the pistol seemed to dim slightly, as if sharing in the solemnity of the moment.
"Subject deceased," Aria reported quietly. "Neural readings indicate cessation of suffering. He... he's finally at rest, Kane."
After a moment of silence, Kane checked the pod's personal effects compartment. Most of what he found had degraded beyond recognition – family photos turned to mush, papers crumbled to dust. But at the bottom, sealed in a protective case, a keycard gleamed like new. The SubTech logo was etched into its surface alongside text that made Kane's breath catch: "Advanced Weapons Division - Restricted Access."
╔═══ ANALYZING KEYCARD ═══╗
〢 QUANTUM SIGNATURE DETECTED 〢
〢 ACCESS LEVEL: MAXIMUM 〢
〢 WARNING: DETECTING APEX MOVEMENT 〢
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Before Kane could respond, heavy footsteps shook dust from the ceiling. Something massive was approaching, each impact making the combat knives vibrate in their brackets. The sound carried weight that shouldn't exist, mass that violated the laws of physics almost as much as the anatomy that created it.
"Multiple hostile contacts incoming," Aria warned, and Kane had never heard fear quite like this in her artificial voice. "And these readings... they're significantly larger than previous encounters. The neural signatures..."
Kane gripped both the pistol and his newly acquired combat knife as shadows filled the doorway. The corruption gauge in his vision still read low, but something told him that was about to be tested. He slipped Hayes's keycard into a secure pocket – if they survived what was coming, it might lead them to exactly what they needed.
Through the broken door, something roared – a sound that carried echoes of human tactical commands twisted into bestial hunger. In the emergency lights' crimson strobe, Kane caught glimpses of movement that his mind refused to fully process – a mass of bodies fused together, human forms arranged in impossible geometries that served some darker purpose. Pearls pulsed within the horror like trapped stars, their power calling to something in his changed blood.
The hunt was on.
And whatever horrors were coming, Kane owed it to Hayes to survive long enough to put his final gift to use. Beyond the doorway, reality itself seemed to twist as something that had transcended both human and monster prepared to teach them the true meaning of evolution.
The apex waited, and Kane was about to discover exactly how far humanity could change before it stopped being human at all.