It is often said that monsters exist on the inside of us. Not under our beds and in our windows. I believe this is indeed true, to varying degrees. Some people may lock theirs in cages. Well locked. Well contained. Without effort. As if their purity would burn it as it had left. Some have their monsters roam around with them unknowingly, and some have their monsters pushing at them, gnawing at it's restraints. Pleading for release. Others embrace their monsters wholly. Succumb to it.
I have the feeling that by the time this is near it's end, I will be but a monster fighting another, different kind of monster. I simply hope I do not forget why it is that I came here in the first place.
Doctor Burns walked about a ghost town. A place appearantly devoid of life on it's surface, seemingly uninhabited. But burns could smell a hint of blood in the air, a very slight hint. Not something a human would notice, as well as the scent of his target. Crows perched on the building as Burns walked through, the grey skies above indicating that it would soon storm, as lightning thundered in the sky.
He came to a stop in front of the building, and stayed there for a moment as he looked it over, scanning for evidence. There was an entrance to some underground facility, one that has been present for who knows how long. It might have been there for a few centuries for all he knew, but it mattered not to him. Under the dirt he stood upon was his fragment. Alive, at the moment. The sooner he could meet this fragment, the better. But Burns will not do so unprepared.
Burns commanded the storm in the sky to thusly strike him, 3 times over. Allowing Burns his maxmium capacity as he stored the energy inside of himself. The ground below him had glassed overed and seared, while Burns stood there among the steam. He will have to find energy more inside....
The large 7 ft 9 cyborg made his way into the building, seeking entrance to the laboratory. He found the entrance immediately, and as he came upon another door, he ripped it off it's hinges and threw them behind himself, them bouncing off a wall, denting it in the process, as Burn's eyes came to look down the stair case which welcomed him so far without opposition.
The "man" would then walk in. Followed by a small cloud which constanly followed him about. As he entered the darkness, it swallowed him completely, as from the perspective of the entrance, he could no longer be seen.
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