Chapter Two, The Monster is Made
Gratoraxe was lead through many underground tunnels, most of which he knew very well. After all, he dug them. "I know what you're thinking." The mysterious voice said. "Don't even try to run away, or we'll shoot. And trust me, you don't want to get hit by these guns." The group continued moving through the tunnels for another half hour before they reached their destination. A large airfield filled with many forms of airships, this was clearly a military airfield. "What are we doing here?" Gratoraxe asked.
"We need to eliminate our enemy's resources if we are to conquer them. But we lack the power to do so quickly and efficiently." By now Gratoraxe could see where the voice was coming from, a tall black figure clothed in black.
"Okay, then what do you need me for?" Gratoraxe said "I mean, you've got these huge, hulking robots that could easily do the job for you."
"Ah, but it would take to long. We were aiming for destroying all of these ships at once." The dark figure said.
"And how are we going to do that?" Gratoraxe asked. "Explosives?"
"No, I was thinking more along the lines of gravitational powers." The dark figure said smugly. "And don't pretend that you can't use your power over gravity. Because I know you can. You hide it in the deepest, darkest part of your soul. Hoping that no one will find out because you think that they'll treat you as a monster."
"And why should I help you destroy Metru-Nui's defenses?" Gratoraxe asked
"Because you want your little friend back there to live." The dark figure said.
"Fine." Gratoraxe said reluctantly. He closed his eyes and focused. He imagined each of the ships in the airfield slowly rising into the air. And although he couldn't see it, it was happening. He then imagined them falling very rapidly and shattering. His concentration broke when a tremor shook the ground that he was standing on and he fell backwards. Gratoraxe was speechless, he knew that he had power, but he had never used it on this great of a magnitude.
"Excellent." The figure said. "Ah, here's our ship now." He said as a combat ship was descending in front of them. They all climbed aboard and flew away from the destroyed airfield.
"Where are we going now?" Gratoraxe inquired.
"The place where you are to be remade." The figure said. And Gratoraxe was promptly knocked out by a Vortixx soldier.
Gratoraxe now floated in a black void, he knew that this was his subconscious, but it all felt so real. He saw memories flash by, his first date with Reyna, the time that he lost his hand in a mining accident, and many others, but one thing was for sure, nothing
would be the same. He woke with a start, he was floating in a tube filled with water.
"Ah, you're awake." A new voice said. Gratoraxe couldn't see him, but he could hear him perfectly. "You are probably wondering where you are, aren't you." Since Gratoraxe couldn't speak, he nodded. "Well, I can't tell you, it's classified." The voice said. "You've been in a coma for a week, it's incredible that the Vortixx didn't kill you, he can deal quite a blow. Oh, and by the way, you can speak through the air tube, there's a microphone in there." The voice said.
"What are you going to do to me?" Gratoraxe asked.
"Bringing out your inner monster." The voice said. "I am opening a port to let modified protodermis flow in, the changes will take place over the course of five minutes."
Gratoraxe felt the water grow warmer, he also felt an oozy substance touch him and burn him as it seeped through his armor, he let out a scream of agonizing pain as he felt himself grow larger and stronger. He was filled with rage and caused the gravity of the tube decrease, lifting it into the air, he then let it drop and crash to the ground, he ripped the cords that connected his body to numerous computers in the room and freed himself, by now he could see who the voice was. It was a scientist of the Makuta. He let out a growl of anger as he picked him up and smashed him into one of the nearby tables. "Drop the dagger." He said.
"Dagger? What dagger?" The scientist said as he dropped the dagger that he had picked up. "See? No dagger. My hands are dagger-free. See? All clean."
"I have a message for your masters." Gratoraxe said. "Tell them that I'm coming."
"Okay, will do." The scientist said as he was dropped to the ground.
Gratoraxe then walked out of the laboratory and went to find the people who had taken him.