Day One - Part 2

[Carn_Val]

Limping away from the previous confrontation, I was forced to retreat. Apparently, my opponents were better than me. "Oopths( Oops)," I say, with the obvious difference in my lingual capabilities. "I thake thath back. This ith no fun( I take that back. This is no fun)." Slowing down to position myself, I settle down once I figured I was in a good distance away from the duo. Checking for any other damages, I find some of my teeth missing, a broken arm and leg to boot. With a graceful 'crack' as I try to push my bones back into place, I immediately realize the futility of the act. I mean I am an anomaly, I have no bones as far as I can remember. This must have been a misalignment in my frame.

A few minutes in, pain catches on to me. The odd feeling of warmth entering me from shallow wounds tells me just how different I am. Cold and black anomaly mist slowly seeps out of my damaged frame. "This is bad. I might lose myself soon." Walking silently as I pace myself, my frame starts to crumble against the external forces after the initial impact. Marching towards a well-shaded area, I move on without favoring the limped leg, each step sending a reminder of how bad I am in.

Now, if only I can get something to splint my injuries on...wood's too frail, rock's uncomfortable...Aha! Rushing as fast as I can, about 9 inches per second, I eventually(finally) reach the grassy clearing I landed on. Well, more like 'jumped on' but I shouldn't be so nitpicky on that. Now this is gonna be good. This game might actually be fun afterall.

Closing in on the metallic wreck which was once a...an..uhm a bee( forgot what the man called it), I start my plan. Grabbing some nice, straight anglebars from the metal hull wreckage, I sandwich a pair of good lengthed hull ribs on my bad leg, securing them in place with a makeshift metal ring that goes around my thigh. Now that's been dealt with, my arm is next. Ofcourse I had to stiffle my cry no matter how bad that felt once metal pressed on a bad bone. Before going for the next part, I look up and smile, waving at whoever was watching us. "Cheer for me, peons. I'm doing this to amuse you peabrains."

With the little extra weight for bracing my misaligned frame, my body shuffles through debris looking for something to wrap my broken arm in. A little insanely loud shout of discomfort later, I manage to find something to envelope my limped appendage using the helicopter's(rejoice! I've remembered the term!) metal skin. Funny how the best material here would be metal yet it folds like paper to an anomaly like me. After all those simple tricks, my body movements are as good as ever, albeit heavier and well protected. Now, all that's left is a weapon...

Scanning through the remaining debris, I spot a large, jagged piece of the aircraft which my writer here insists it came from a door. Carefully pulling it out of the pile, I roll the dull edge of it on a detached pipe I picked up beforehand. Now, my makeshift scythe is complete. As I walk away from the site, my foot hits a heavy object, causing me to stumble a little bit on my bad leg which surprisingly manages itself well after what I just did. Nice. Looking down to where I tripped, I see a wide, rectangular slab of metal which appears to have come from the helicopter's rotor blades. I grab hold of it and tie its end with a loop of fabric torn from my pants' sleeve, slipping my good arm into it and securing it on my back. Now I have a makeshift blade 8 inches wide and 6 feet long. Haha.

Finally, I grab pieces of jagged metal and force them into my gums(?), fitting them snuggly in place of teeth. "Ouch, didn't think of that very well."

Once all that modification scene is done, I head downstream to get myself into drinking some 'water'. With a large gulp, I can feel every bad bacteria and foreign organism going down my form. Delicious.

Going back the way I came in, I soon end up somewhere farther than my drop zone. I can tell it's getting dark soon as the afternoon sun skids above the horizon. I won't be caught offguard this time, the warmth building up inside me compels me too. "I won't let anymore anomaly mist escape me," I tell my self. Now, this is where things get bad very quickly. Exciting my self and my anomaly traits, I prepare myself for any approaching targets, ready to meet them with razor-sharp teeth and jagged metal dentures( -1 point to awesomeness). This is it. This is my trap. Anyone who steps inside it will perish.

Preparing my focus all around me, from the rustling wind to the stray, heavy and deep footsteps of an incoming prime, my body will lunge at any enemy unlucky enough to walk in, facing a might flurry of slashes and gashes from the teeth and equipment. No matter what happens, if I go down, I will bring down as much as I can with me. I am Carn, an Anomaly. I am also mad.

"COME AT ME!" I play the voice in my mind. "COMPH ATH MEH!" I know it sounded better in my head. Curse the metal false teeth.