The Dream

"SOLDIER GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!!" I awake to the screaming of a man in green combat armor, holding his helmet in one arm and a balancing a gun in the other. I jump out of my cot and grab my guitar. Blue, stained with the blood of thousands of enemies, and yet it still plays like new. I put on my suit and run into the battlefield as my guitars form shifts into that of a gun. Pulling it apart into two identical firearms, I blast away at the first two machines that cross my path, hot oil covering my arms and chest as their mechanical limbs explode in a storm of hot metal and lead. I flip a switch on my guns and slam them back together as a blade sprouts from the barrel of what was once the finest gun in the library. Slashing through the forest to get at my enemy I am reminded again of what it means to be the Hero. The man I trusted most in this world, the man who taught me everything I know, is now my greatest adversary. Killing my father was acceptable, for he was a vile man and deserved what he got, but killing Elizabeth was to set an example. One that I hated him for. Years of serving in his army, of learning every tactic he employed, I was ready to make my move. I slam to the ground as something attacks me from above. Rolling over I see the bastard brother of my Heroic father. The bane of the colonies, my Uncle. Is this how it all ends? After spending a lifetime in a prison for a crime I didn't commit, a lifetime of training for this moment, I am to be wiped off the map by a sneak attack? No, I kick my unholy Uncle's legs out from under him and spring on top. Shooting off his hands and feet with my energy blasts, I am faced with a decision, do I kill the innocent boy, or turn my back on this life of hatred? I am the most wanted man in all of the galaxy, it's not too late to turn myself in. No, using my powers of creation I restore the boys limbs, smiling as he stands from his wheelchair. I turn to see the crowds cheering. The savior of the U.S. they call me. All of this made possible by a freak accident in my underground lab. Years I was kept in a glass dome, studied by the worlds greatest minds. The biblical, ethical, and political effects of letting me live were too great, so they thought to eliminate me. Tearing my limbs from my body, and burning them in hopes that they had finally killed the Wizard. These people are failures, and they deserve what is coming to them. Using my last bit of magic before my life ended, I called upon the forces of nature to reap my revenge. My arms and legs severely burned, I hear my love calling my name.

"James! James wake up!" I hear her, barely.

"Jane, Jane is that you?"

"Wake up James, it's time for school."

Oh shit, it was all a dream. Sliding out of bed I see burn marks on the ceiling, new scars all over my chest and god knows how many on my back. Burns on my arms, the palms of my hands are black and crackling with electricity. Looking at my face in the mirror I see my eyes are now a dark red. What happened last night?

Later Drones.

I Wasn't Always This Way

I wasn't always like this. I wasn't always a killer, I wasn't always thief. I used to be a door-to-door salesman. I sold tooth-brushes. Not just any tooth-brushes though, these were the best. My own design, you could position the head any way you wanted. Then you turn it on, put toothpaste on it, and you were ready. But I'm assuming you know how to brush your teeth, so I don't need to tell you. Anyway, I was on a new street, I had hit every house but one. It was this big, Gothic looking, haunted house type mansion. Not one to be stopped by an iron gate, I pushed it open and walked up the path to the door. I wasn't scared when I saw the collection of headstones in the front yard, I wasn't scared when I saw the Gargoyles eyes light up red as I walked by. It was when I knocked on the door and was met with the most hideous looking man I had ever seen, then I was scared. Not the last time I would feel fear, that comes later. I quickly went through my introduction, just as I did a million times before, and the man smiled at me, shot me in the shoulder with a tranquilizer dart, and dragged my body inside. I awoke sometime around seven at night from what the Doctor told me. He introduced himself only as The Doctor, and instructed that I was to call him nothing else until the "surgery" was finished. He began with my left arm, chopping it off with a large axe at the elbow. The strangest part, was that I didn't feel it. He gave me no drugs, nothing to render me unconscious, just chopped it right off. There was no blood either. the two us should have been covered in the dark red liquid, but not a single drop fell from my new amputation.
"Amazing," I head the doctor say, "Simply amazing! Bernerd, the formula works!"
I didn't speak, I simply stared at what was left of my arm.
"And not a single fracture in the bone, amazing!" The Doctor continued.
'What the hell have you done to me!" I said at last.
"I have made you permanently immune to the human condition." He said, expecting me to understand what he meant.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means you will not bleed, your bones will not break, and extreme force is required to break your skin. Basically, you are invincible. Now we begin phase two." He explained with a triumphant smile on his face. I dind't know then what he had in mind for me, I wish I still didn't know.
I spent three years in that crazy Doctors lab, undergoing several experiments. Everytime I lost a limb, it was replaced by a biometal that he injected into my system to speed up my healing. I soon found that I could morph these limbs into anything I wanted using my control over the biometal in my system. I began to plot my escape. I destroyed hundreds of that Doctors machines in the process, until finally I got to him. The last thing standing between me and the good Doctor was the monster of a man Bernerd. The freak who I first met in this place.
"You not allowed to touch Mr.Doctor" Bernerd said.
"It speaks! And no more intelligently than the dog I had as a child." I comment as I drive a spear-like hand into his chest. He was probably the easiest thing to kill in the mansion. I walked towards the doctor, my "hands" covered in oil and blood.
"Come to kill me already? I would have though two more days maybe, but so soon?" The Doctor said with a smile.
"You knew you couldn't keep me in that cell. Not after giving me the biometal."
"Poor fool." The last thing I saw was the Doctor pointing a strange looking gun right in my face.
"And there goes another project. He was sure to survive this time." I hear him say.
"Poor fool" I mimic his voice as my body builds back up. I cannot see him, only hear. I need not go into detail about what happens next, but I'll let your imaginations take flight to come up with their own ending for the Doctor. I make my living as a proffessional killer now. But I wasn't always like this..

F.N.G.

"Yo New Guy!" I hear a voice call out. I don't respond at first, and it continues. I ignore them until I get a smack upside the head from John who points and says "They're talkin' to you Ralph." At least one of them knows my name.
"Whaddya want Rico?" I ask impatiently.
"For you to learn yer goddam name." He replies with a grin.
"Whatever."
"HQ says you're on patrol tonight, figure they'll send out some fresh meat for the Reapers."
The Reapers are what we call the mutants that come out from the sewers at night. There was a petition going around a few years ago to send one of our Elite teams down there to exterminate them all, but the council blew it off saying that it would take too much time and money to organize.
"Fantastic. When's my shift start?" I asked as I walked towards my locker.
"Ya got 15 minutes New Guy, suit up and get out there. Bone will meet you at the gate." Rico answered with a smile. And why wouldn't he? Jackson Bone was possibly the dumbest guard in the city, hell, maybe even the union.
I walk towards the Titan locker. The Titan suit is the most important piece of equipment in a guards arsenal, well, besides his gun. As I finally put on the helmet, finishing the suit. I walk to my locker again to grab MY gun. I don't use the guns that the guard union issues us, I prefer to bring my own. Custom made using the parts from a standard issue RX Pheonix 8 flamethrower, combined it with the TF Kronos 1 assualt rifle, and the result I call The Smoker. Rounds are doused in lighter fluid in the barrel, then the flame at the end causes the rounds to (obviously) burst into flames.
"Yo Bone!" I call out when I get to the gate.... No answer.
"Hey! Bone-head! You out here?" No answer.
"Better not be fucking with me Bone!" Still nothing. I don't need him anyway. He'd just mess everything up. I activate the the gate control to open it up. I activate my CO2 converter. It works on synthetic photosynthesis. All the buildings have bulk converters, after the last of the rainforests died off, standard plants weren't too long to follow. The big companies created the converters to keep the human species alive, if they had know that most of us would mutate, and the rest of us would spend our lives hunting them, they wouldn't have done that.
As the gate opens up, I'm met with a flood of mutants. Firing blindly, I run towards the lift to try to get back to HQ. I barely make it. I can feel the mutants holding on to the cables that are keeping the lift suspended. The lift stops just short of the door. I open the emergency escape above my head, only to be met with the most hideous face I've ever seen. It seems that this lift is going to be where I make my final stand. I didn't spend 5 years on all those special special ops missions to be ripped apart in an old elevator shaft by freaks. I get The Smoker ready, wiring her backup cords into my suits helmet, checking the level of fluid in my tanks, ammunition, extra clips. Reminds me of the HUD of a first person shooter. I laugh at this small joke. That might be my last laugh. What would Rico say now... He's probably watching me shoot down all these things with my custom weapon thinking "Fuckin' New Guy"...