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Someplace hidden...
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It was a dark room in a dark place, with very dark intentions indeed for one of its two inhabitants.
"Subject 0004, codename Talon, real name Derek Maza," said a voice with a slight British accent to it, "Captured 9/17/2002 by hired mercenaries Hyena and Jackal." The voice paused for a moment, then continued, "Note to self: See the person who gave them their cybernetic upgrades about possibly getting some myself. If I am to continue working with my creations, most of whom want to turn my intestines into decorative bunting, I will need some protection."
The only illumination in this room was a spotlight coming from the ceiling. It focused on a muscular figure wearing chains that bound it around the wrists and nothing else, laying conconsious on a raised metal platform. The figure was vaguely humanoid in appearance, albiet possessing massive batwings, black fur all over his body, and a head like a black panther.
His name was Talon, a mutate created by a mad scientist named Doctor Anton Sevarius. He used to be a human, a police pilot named Derek Maza. He and his fellow mutates, including his mate, a lioness named Maggie, are allies to the clan of gargoyles protecting Manhattan, his sister the mate of the clan leader. He and his mutates protected the underground, the homeless. He and the other mutates have given up wanting a cure, growing to like their powerful mutate bodies (even Maggie, who was near suicidal the first few weeks of her change), wanting nothing more than revenge on Sevarius for changing them against their will.
But to Talon's horror, he would soon find that he was in the clutches of Sevarius yet again...
Talon groaned weakly, slowly coming awake. He looked around him, hearing only a soft voice in the distance.
"Where... Where am I?" he asked in a gruff voice, "Who's out there?"
"Ah, you're awake. Excellent," said the voice, a familiar red-haired figure coming into the beam of light.
A familiar anger suffused Talon. He roared, baring his razor-sharp fangs, and tried to lunge forward, summoning electricity to fire at the mad scientist. But something in the clamps around his wrists kicked in and turned his electricity inward. Talon screamed in agony, his body briefly crackling with his own electrical ability turned against him, and collapsed on the platform, barely able to move.
Sevarius chuckled and went over to pat Talon on the head like a pet cat, ignoring the angry growls of the helpless mutate. "There's a good lad. You behave now. We have much to do. Yes indeed..."
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