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-Chapter 1- One Pretty Morning
A light blur weighed in Metakon's eyes as his arms reached high for stretching like he would do every morning. His vision was still a bit blurry when he squinted his eyes to see what was before him, it seemed... like a jail cell. He rubbed his eyes attempting to remove the blur from his vision, it was indeed titanium bars he saw forming a jail cell around him. Worried, he jumped out of the featherless bed and begun to panic. Nervously pacing around in his cell, Metakon held his hands to his face and felt a hard substance upon it, when he where to look at his right arm he would see that it was composed of metal. He then reached through the titanium cell bars and attempted to grab a guard who happened to walk by on patrol. His fingers pinched a bit of the guard's clothing, but then lost grip of it when the guard ripped himself out of Metakon's grasp and started battering it with a metal baton. Metakon growled in pain and quickly retracted his arm close to his chest in pain when he fell back on the floor. The annoying sound of rust crusting off could be heard as Metakon's cell opened. The officer made his way with quick paces inside of Metakon's cell, as he reach in close proximity with him, the officer pulled out his baton and begun smashing it against Metakon's skeleton which was composed of tungsten. ((TO BE MODIFIED SOON!))
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