The room's walls were of ivory, and the floor was green marble. The room seemed larger than it really was to Rick - off to the right, in the distance, sinks sat, and on the walls strange instruments hung - syringes, pitchforks, saws, and stethoscopes to name a few. Off to the left, a series of tables, chairs, and what appeared to be torture devices - spiked tables, pit of steel spikes, even what appeared to be a tube filled with blood. Dried blood stained the floors and tables, and for a moment Rick swore he had seen a severed head roll along the ground. What Rick noted most were two chairs in front of him, and between them a steel structure, like a cylinder, large enough to house even Melkor.
His hands still gripping the collar of Rick's shirt, Melkor tossed the warrior back-first into the chair on the left, an angry frown on his face. Rick grimaced and a short gasp passed his teeth, but nothing more as Melkor roared, "Don't scream or I'll rip out your throat!!" Rick kept quiet, even as tears of physical pain rolled down his face. Crashing into pure steel almost had a spine-crushing impact, and the warrior's head had struck the back of the chair when he had been thrown into the chair. Steel clamps on the chair acted immediately, wrapping around Rick's wrists, ankles, chest, and thighs.
The Crimson Water second-in-command grinned, and struck a thoughtful pose, his thumb rubbing across his chin. "This looks perfect to me," he thought aloud, then he called out to Rick, "Don't think you can move! Those clamps aren't regular steel - they're Gojirian alloy, the toughest type of steel around! Stay here while I go and capture Blight!" Melkor's wretched laugh filled the room as he walked out the door and up the stairs. The door swung in, then out, and finally came to a stop a minute later. Rick's vision became blurry, then his world became black as pain overcame his body.
It seemed as though only a moment had passed when Rick had regained consciousness. Everything seemed to be the same as before, but as he turned his gaze to the chair beside him, someone sat there, his crimson eyes penetrating Rick's soul. The demon continued to stare, but the other man turned his gaze away, for Blight's stare caused his body to go into a frightened convulsion. In front of his eyes now stood Melkor, his arms crossed on his chest, staring down on him. "You're going to hate what Clint and I have in store for you," he spoke, "and that's a good thing. Everyone will hate what comes."
Rick raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"It is simple," Melkor replied. "By combining the DNA of you and Blight, we will create the ultimate in organic weapons...it is best to do it now than to explain."
A syringe suddenly ejected from the side of the chair, and Rick jumped, holding back a near-scream. The syringe flipped so the point faced Rick's arm, and the steel arm reached down. Steel once again met skin, and the sharp point of the syringe penetrated Rick's flesh. The warrior held back his screams as the needle sucked in fresh blood. The steel arm then pulled the needle out after 5 seconds, and Melkor grabbed the syringe. He studied it carefully, and nodded.
"All we needed was your blood," Melkor stated, as he reached to grab the syringe that had performed on Blight. Taking both of the syringes behind a door, Melkor chuckled.
Rick struggled to free himself from his prison, but Melkor's words had held true - the clamps were made of Gojirian alloy, and nothing would ever penetrate it. Rick sighed, and stopped his struggle for freedom. Turning to face Blight, he saw that the warrior had his head rested back and his eyes closed. Rick only wished he could do that as well without worrying about what might happen if he did try to sleep.
5 seconds later, Melkor returned. He held a corked beaker of blood in his right hand, and studied it for a moment. "All I will have to do now is spill this blood in the structure between you two," he stated to Rick and Blight. Pulling the cork out, he tipped the beaker, and the blood hit the floor of the steel structure. Grinning, Melkor put the beaker in his pocket, and glanced at the two imprisoned warriors. "Now comes the fun part," he said. He reached back to pull a black lever on the wall, and he sharply pulled it down.
Suddenly, a headset dropped down on Rick's cranium, and it chained itself to Rick's head with a titanium strap that reached over to connect with a buckle. The same thing happened to Blight. With a loud whir of machinery, their bodies began to shake violently, and the set of lights on the headsets began to flash green. Rick held back screams as pain shot through his body. Blight's perpetual frown did not move for a second, and he seemed to be nonchalant about the whole thing, even though his body was vibrating so violently.
Melkor jerked his head back, and smiled. "That machine is searching for your key DNA!" he stated loudly over the machine's hum. "Once we've accessed that, and cloned it, it is transferred into the blood that was spilled inside the structure. With that alone, we will make a hybrid of you two, the most powerful warriors to grace the battlefield!"
The whole process took 5 minutes, but for Rick it seemed an eternity, as harsh pain filled his bones and make his spine tingle violently. Finally, it ceased, and the headsets quickly zoomed back up to their normal positions. Rick hunched over, sweat beading his red face and exhaustion overcoming him. Blight leaned his head back and let out a small sigh of relief, but he did not seem as pained as Baxter at the moment. A thick smoke billowed out of the steel container, and something stepped forward. Rick gasped, seeing that it looked exactly like him! The new man stepped out of the smoke, and at once things became clear to see.
His clothes were dark green - almost black, in fact - and a red headband graced his head. His eyes were orange and burned with intensity. His skin tone was as dark as Melkor's, and his hair was dark brown, with a touch of crimson.
Melkor could not stifle a laugh. "It has succeeded!!" he announced gleefully. "He has been created!" He paused for a moment, and stared at this new man. "What is your name, and what is your purpose?" he said dully.
The hybrid replied, "My name is Orga_99, for I am the Hybrid Organism #99. My purpose - destruction and death. Command me, master." Orga_99 bowed, and Melkor smiled with joy. He opened his mouth to speak the commands for his new pawn...
10 minutes later, in the Dai-Ryu Convention Centre just 1 mile away from Osaka Castle...
The room was filled with the contestants of the Roost Fighter tournament and their speech. Many of them had scars and burns on their bodies - Brett Cook had a large red bruise on the side of his chin and a lot of burns on his face, Andrew Smith had a nasty scar along his left arm, and Gamzilla clutched his ribs and face in pain and was seated in a wheelchair, to name a few of the many injuries.
At the front of the convention centre, just a few feet away from the double-doors, was a short ivory staircase that led to a raised platform. A few feet away, Dracois fixed up his clothing and put bandages on his eyebrow ridges. Being a perfectionist, he topped it off with glittery black lipstick.
The crowd grew quieter as Dracois and Eric approached the platform, and soon all attention had been turned to them. Dracois walked up onto the platform, while Eric stood beside him on the ground below.
The punk kid cleared his throat, and grabbed a microphone, placing it up to his mouth. "My fellow Roosters, as the new leader of the Spammerites I feel honoured to receive the awards which shall be given to me tonight." A boo rang out from the crowd - Goji Son's boo - and some of the fighters chuckled. Dracois continued on nonetheless, tugging his collar for a moment. "Onwards to the Spammerite Kingdom, I come!" he stated. Eric reached underneath his shirt, and pulled out a jewel-covered pair of golden pants. "A king needs golden pants!!" Dracois stated, and more boos broke out from the crowd as Eric handed the pants to his new leader. The 12-year-old rolled them out, and set them on the floor for a moment. "And the king shall have his golden pants!" he declared. He grabbed the elastic of his pants, and slowly pulled them down. Shocked screams and raging boos filled the convention centre as Dracois' polka-dot panties were revealed to the world.
"On go my golden pants!!" he claimed loudly, and he reached down to grab them...
Suddenly, the double-doors shattered as two men came flying through, landing on their feet in a crouched position. One man wore a dark-green ghi and a red headband, the other had red hair formed like fire and a black ghi.
Dracois gasped, pulling himself up from the ground. "Who disrupts my coronation?!" he screamed, putting his fist in front of his face as an angry grimace flashed on his face.
The man with the dark-green ghi walked around to the staircase, while the other stood where he was. "Coronation, Dracass?" the first warrior asked, in a gruff voice. "This is bad comedy."
Dracois turned his gaze to see Orga_99, and he put his fist down as his eyes widened. Quickly Eric popped a golden cape on the kid's back and a crown on the child's head, never one to be outdone by killers. "Peter Parker?" Dracois asked. "Is that you?"
"Here's a hint!!" Orga_99's right knee rose to his chest, and he put his hands up to his chin, palms facing the ceiling. A trail of shadows stalked him as he slid forward silently. As everyone watched, the hybrid-man grabbed Dracois by the collar...
And everything went black as a series of sounds, like gunshots, rang out. Everyone turned their gaze away and hit the floor, expecting a gun battle to be raging. Eric turned his gaze away for a second, but he turned back and watched as fire spewed out of where Dracois was standing. Dracois' body was dimly lit by these fires, and Eric could tell what was going on now. Fire exploded from Dracois' ears, nose, mouth, and eyes and ripped through his clothing.
3 seconds later, the sounds ended, and the lights came back on. Everyone turned to see what had become on Dracois - and were surprised to find him standing with his arms outstretched and his mouth open in a frightened manner. Orga_99 stood with his arms crossed at the bottom of the staircase, and Blight did the same from where he was.
Orga exhaled hard, and suddenly Dracois' entire body went black. His form turned to dust, and the ashes hit the ground in a neat pile. His crown fell down the stairs, and Orga_99's foot crushed it, turning it to golden splinters and crushed diamond. The hybrid-human stepped up the stairs and onto the platform, stepping on Dracois' ashes in an ostentatious manner. Noticing Dracois' undies remained intact, he picked them up and twirled them around his finger. It seemed unusually wet at the moment.
"Will anyone else attempt to fill his pants?" he asked. The crowd said nothing for a second, and then Jimifulss asked, "What did he say his name was?"
Throwing his fist into the sky, the clone declared, "Orga_99!"
A chorus of "All hail Orga_99!" and "Orga_99!" filled the room. Silently, behind the crowd, Blight felt new power course through his body - one more soul left to devour until perfection.