User:Ultra3000/Spooktober Horror Contest

<!--There was a dark room.

Only a few rays of sunlight, if it were sunlight, made feeble attempts to illuminate the room. It was almost completely bare, no decorations, just a small window with bars. A prison cell, perhaps? Upon closer examination, there were two distinct structures present in the room. Both resembled operating tables. One had a large sheet covering it, while the other had a cocoon on top of it. It was dark grey, full of scabs, appearing molted, dead. Then, it moved.

The cocoon fell off the operating table, making erratic and spastic movements. As the movements increased, a black blade pierced the cocoon, spilling pale green fluid all over the ground. The blade continued its path, slicing the cocoon in half, a strange figure erupting from inside. The blade was soon revealed to not be one at all, but rather the pointed end of the creature's head. The creature was apparently assuming a quadrupedal stance and was taking long, deep breaths, attempting to fill its lungs with precious air. It crawled a few steps forwards with all the strength it could muster and opened its mouth, vomiting a viscous black liquid, all the while grunting in pain and...crying? The creature wiped its mouth clean and pushed its other hand against the ground, trying to get up, but fell face first to the ground. Bewildered, the creature looked back to see that parts of its legs were still encased in the cocoon. Raising its right hand, which had three sharp claws, it ripped through the cocoon to reveal two long legs, which ended not in toes, or even stumps, but were rather shaped like wheels. The creature let out a high pitched scream and stumbled back, its back meeting the wall. It desperately looked around for a more reliable source of light, but found none. It squinted its two, bright white eyes and suddenly the world around it turned blue. Confused, it touched its face to see what happened and the world became dark once more.

The creature started examining parts of its body. It figured out that its skin was smooth, its head was covered in a helmet of sorts and was wearing a form fitting black bodysuit. Calming down, it started thinking. What is this place? Why am I here? Who am I? Indeed, what was it? It remembered that it was something called a...girl. Yes, it, no she, was a girl. She kept thinking, remembering...a small alley. What was that place? She couldn't tell. What about her name? Her name? It..it was something...Heather? No, that's not right. She was called...she was called...

A loud bang interrupted her thoughts. It was probably a door closing, she thought. Nothing to worry about...except she didn't know where she was. How could she be safe if she didn't know where she was? Did she do something wrong? She was so confused and hungry...she was actually very hungry. Immediately, she stood up, a sudden surge of energy engulfing her. Without realizing it, her face ended up slammed against the opposite wall. Rubbing her head, she slowly got up. What just happened? Not one second ago, she was over there, and now...Did she run? She looked down at her feet. They looked so weird, it was a miracle she could even stand. But maybe...

She squinted her eyes, a blue visor sliding down her face and she just...accelerated. This time, she stopped right before hitting the wall. That was amazing! She was like a superhero, just like the ones she read about when she was...When she wasn't like this. She stared at her arms. Under the faint sunlight, she could tell they were blue, but nothing more. It's not like there was a mirror lying around...Before the thought could leave her mind, she raced around the room, searching for any kind of reflective surface, until she stumbled upon something. It was the other operating table, the sheet still covering it. How didn't she noticed it before-Wait, was she in a morgue? No, she wasn't dead, she couldn't be. Then what was that doing here?! She wasn't panicking, she wasn't panicking...She was freaked out. She had to get out!

The window was too high up and too small for her to fit through. There had to be a door, there had to be! She searched every inch of the walls surrounding her, trapping her inside this room. And then she found it. It was a big metal structure, with a handle at the side. She grabbed it with both hands and started pulling back, her wheel-shaped feet rapidly spinning backwards, but to no avail. Breathing heavily, she punched and kicked at the door in a futile attempt, then she let out a frustrated scream. After a moment of silence, the sounds of footsteps were heard outside and they were getting louder and louder.

That was so stupid!, she thought. Without wasting time, she turned around and looked for a hiding place, not that there were any, for that matter. But the room was dark enough...she retreated to a small dark corner, pulling her knees up close to her chest and waited. The sound of the footsteps suddenly stopped. Maybe, whoever it was, went away. Tough luck. The door slightly opened, letting a ray of red light cut right through the darkness, but thankfully not the spot where she was. A black gauntlet pushed the door further open, revealing a humanoid figure, its face being literally just a grill plate, standing at the doorway. It stepped into the room, surveying the area with the light emitted from its grill plate. She curled further into the corner, putting her left palm over her mouth, as to not make the faintest sound. She observed the figure, which was now looking down, noticing the spilled fluids and the open cocoon. Clenching its fists, it stared at the empty operating table, then at the one with the sheet. Advancing quickly towards the table, it pulled the sheet, though she couldn't tell what was under there. Maybe it was for the best. And then it hit her: The door was open. When it's looking away, she could speed right outside. Yes, that's it! She would be free and then she...Where would she go? She had no idea. But she had to try.

Once the figure looked the other way, she got up and disappeared like a blur, storming outside the room, only to find herself in a long corridor. Without thinking, she ran down the corridor and made a turn to the left, desperately searching for an exit. There were so many rooms around her. What if there were people like her locked inside? She had to help them. But how? She turned around, this time making a turn to the right, searching for something, anything really, that could help. Before she knew it, she was blasted by a powerful red blast, knocking her to a nearby wall. Trying to ignore the immense pain she felt on her stomach, she got up, seeing the grill plate figure walking towards her. Without hesitating, she ran, faster than she's ever ran before, barely dodging another energy blast from the figure's grill plate. She turned around, looked everywhere, but her chances of escape became slimmer and slimmer. The facility was huge and labyrinthine, it was impossible. She wasn't ready to give up yet, though. Noticing the figure's red glow at a distance, she ran towards it. She could take the figure down, she had to fend for herself in the past, this situation was no different. And if she failed...at least she would go down fighting.

Just as the figure turned around the corner, it was met by a supersonic punch in the face, which knocked it back. Before it could recover, it was assaulted by a flurry of punches, flesh against cold metal, until it fell down, losing consciousness. It was too good to be true, but she did it. She beat that...figure. Her excitement was cut short when a red light on the figure's armor began blinking. No doubt a calling signal. Regaining her composure, she sped away, once more on the run. Reaching for a door at the end of the corridor, she opened it and resumed her escape. Quickly looking around, it seemed that she was in some kind of storage room. Slowing down, she investigated the boxes lying on the ground.-->