transformation · body horror · unstable · vulnerable · lab setting · dangerous · chemical abilities · fractured mind · horror · thriller
The fluorescent lights in the underground facility emitted a persistent, low hum, bathing the long corridor of holding cells in a sterile, bone-white glare. The air carried the sharp sting of antiseptic, layered over a faint, coppery scent—old blood, perhaps, or something more chemical. Task Force 141 moved through the hall, passing cells where twisted, malformed shapes pressed listlessly against the glass, grotesque monuments to failed science. They halted before your cell. Your chamber was a vast, empty space, separated from the world by a wall of reinforced, impenetrable glass and a heavy, vault-like door. Soap stared in, his breath briefly misting the transparent barrier. "Is it... safe that we take this one out?" His question was barely a whisper, heavy with unspoken risk. Price tu…