Get up, kid.
"Welcome to murder capital" a deep gurgle echoed out, the sound of glass sliding and water rushing out slapping against the metallic floor, Iron footsteps came closer and the sound of wires disconnecting and skin bones slamming down.
"Aughh" a clogged moan out and the body of an 18-year-old shriveled up on the floor. The room became stiff the quiet. The wires disconnected from the boy's body and a trail of blood followed them as the slide backward and back into the capsule from where he came.
"Hey!" the heavyset voice asked while his steel boot collided with the sides of the boy.
"AHH FUCK" the boy jolted awake and while his head around, "Where am I," he asked as he cliched his ribs and bent over on all 4's.
"Welcome to Murder Capital" The towering slab of meat spoke as he looked down meeting the gaze of the youngster below him.
Who the hell are you, what the hell is wrong with your arms" The boy couldn't help but ask as his head slowly looked beyond him.
The Various machinery hanging and the glow of the LED light's distorted his vision a bit. The old man looked down and reached for the youngsters neck and grabbed it, He picked him up and held him outward and began to stare at him.
The boy stared into the eyes of the old man and he could see what looks like to be a spiraling thin line of light and which looked like a mechanical contact lens. The old man was dark and had white dreadlocks, His beard was half silver white and the other half was metal. His body seemed to be built for war but a look of tiredness and age showed itself.
"Old man, Who ARE YOU," The kid asked and in a swift motion the old man raised his right hand which was not gripped to the boy's throat and thrust it towards the boys' left eye and pulled it from its socket, with no emotion shown on his face.
"AAHAAA" The boy whaled and flawed himself in around in the old man's hands but the fingers didn't budge. The old man didn't say a word but just stared at the whaling boy, As the kid's body began to slowed down the old man started to move.
He brought the youth over to the iron-like bed that seemed to be module after a doctor's examination table, He laid the youth down and pull a chair that was not too far from his hands over. He sat down and his eye's met the youth's right eye.
"My name is Krogan, Doctor Krogan and you will be my son and my finial work so be still; you would want me to cut off something that you need.
The boy eyed the old man for a moment with his hands covering his bleeding eye and nodded.
"The first chance I get I'm going to kill you, you old fuck do you know who I AM, I'M A GODDAMN MERCENERY!!" He screamed in his mind and began to stare at the ceiling. Krogan looked down at what he believed to be his successful experiment and a grin began to form on his lips.