I advanced cautiously toward the hospital, while screams and gunfire echoed all around me. Agonized, guttural wails rang between the concrete walls. I didn't speak a word of Spanish… but suffering doesn't need translation.
With every step, my boots squelched through dark, viscous puddles — some still warm. Thanks to my integrated-spectrum goggles, I could see fading heat signatures around the sprawled corpses. The walls were smeared with sprayed blood, and here and there, chunks of flesh had melted onto wall lamps.
I entered the hospital lobby.
Too quiet.
The contrast with the outside was immediate — a glacial, oppressive silence, almost supernatural. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, some flickering above, ticking like a muffled threat. Surveillance cameras dangled, torn from their mounts.
An Eliminator suddenly sprang from my left, leaping over an overturned gurney and vanishing down a hallway to my right. I watched it glide through the dark with animal grace, its black body slicing the air without a sound — just the dull thump of its beastly steps on tile.
Then came the sound.Not a scream… a wet noise.
A soft slicing, like a blade sliding into gelatin. Followed by a muffled grunt — and then a scream. Not human. An inhuman howl of pain that made the walls vibrate.My Eliminator had found something.
I rushed forward. My legs carried me to the edge of the corridor where the sound had erupted. My gaze pierced the shadows… and I saw it.
The scene froze before me like a waking nightmare.
Inside a broken isolation room, my Eliminator stood panting, its muzzle dripping with black blood, jaws clamped onto a hideous, twisted head. The creature's glassy eyes still trembled, its jaw spasmed, its torn spine dangled, dripping onto the floor.
But there was a problem.
The creature… wasn't dead.
With a visceral crack, a new skull began sprouting from its severed neck. Its flesh reformed like molten wax, bones cracked and reset, teeth erupted from raw gums with a sickening rip.
A Regenerator.
It didn't move… then, suddenly, it lunged.
The Regenerator slammed into the Eliminator at breakneck speed, sending it crashing against the wall in a metallic clatter. My war beast rose, growling, arms spread wide and ready to fight — but the creature was already closing the gap. It struck with abnormally long arms, fingers shaped like syringe-tipped needles, piercing through fur and muscle.
The Eliminator howled, its coarse cry echoing down the corridor. It launched one final assault, sinking its fangs into the pale monster's side — but as always, the Regenerator's flesh closed instantly, blooming with tendons and nerves, as if time itself bent to its body's will.
It was winning.
My beast — built to be a supreme predator — was faltering. Its movements slowed, its arms striped with gaping wounds. The creature raised an arm for the killing blow.
I dove into the room without hesitation.
"Get off of him!" I growled, voice seething with rage.
My boot struck the Regenerator's chest like a battering ram, hurling it across the room. It crashed into a wall with a muted bone-crunching thud, hard enough to leave a crater.
I grabbed my wounded Eliminator instantly, returning it to the Factory with a single gesture. The transfer was sudden and violent, swallowing its form in a ripple of distortion, sending it back to where it could recover. It had fought valiantly. I'd remember that.
With my goggles active, I turned to face the enemy.Several red dots blinked across its torso and legs. So those were the culprits…
I snapped my vines.
With a swift, fluid motion, they coiled around the Regenerator's four limbs and its head, pinning its grotesque body spread-eagle against the wall. The creature thrashed, growling, its frantic spasms spraying foamy spit.
"You want to live? Too bad."
I thrust my hand into its abdomen, the flesh melting around my fingers like butter under a hot iron. I felt the twisted, living forms writhing beneath my skin. The Plagas.Three. Distinct. Intertwined like parasitic roots.
I ripped them out one by one, making them scream from the inside, and sent them straight into the Factory, where my scientists could dissect them under optimal conditions.
The Regenerador collapsed to the ground like a puppet with cut strings. Life left it instantly. Its regeneration ceased. All that remained was a pale husk, soaked in dark, blackish blood.
I stood and scanned the room.Nothing of interest. Not here.
I continued my exploration, stepping into a deeper storage zone. Research notes lay scattered, sloppily stacked on overturned tables. I slid them into my inventory, along with vials, flasks, and tissue samples stored in secure containers.The Factory provides everything I need. My weaponry now… is biology.
At the end of the hallway, a large metal door led into a cold, sterile room. The morgue.I pushed the door open. The air was warmer than expected — the power outage.
The flickering fluorescent lights above cast a weak glow over fifty body bags, lined up like silent soldiers. The atmosphere was stifling, the silence heavier than ever. It looked like the backup generator barely kept the lights on in this building.
Then… a slight tremor.
One bag stirred.Then another.A third began to twist in on itself.
I stepped back, my vines rising, ready to strike.
The zippers snapped.
One bag burst open under internal pressure, spilling out a creature with gnarled limbs and parchment-like skin. Its pupil-less eyes rolled in their sockets, and its lipless mouth let out a guttural hiss.
Then all hell broke loose.
The body bags opened simultaneously, as if orchestrated, revealing Regeneradors — all modified. Thinner, longer, with glowing veins running under their gray skin. Some had hooked claws, others sported triple-split jaws, and one, in the back, bore a kind of exoskeletal frame grafted onto its bones, like a failed experiment in mechanical fusion.
I took a step back."Really... none of you could just stay dead?" I growled, watching the bags squirm like nightmare cocoons.
With a sharp flick of my dorsal vines, I tore open the zippers of several more bags.
Deformed creatures emerged — gray-skinned, stretched thin, their bodies marked by black bruises and old scars. Three of them bristled with spikes, their unstable forms and jerky movements giving them away immediately: Iron Maidens. One of them opened its mouth in a wet rasp, releasing a foul mist.
"Great. The whole gang's here."
I didn't give them time to regroup. I grabbed two operating tables with my vines and hurled them across the room. The twisted metal crashed into a dozen of them, pinning some to the walls or slamming others to the floor in bone-crunching bursts.
"Time to dissect!!" I roared.
I leapt onto the first Regenerador, plunging my arm straight into its viscous abdomen. I could feel the Plagas pulsing under my fingers like organic hearts nested in webs of nerves. A brutal yank, and the first parasite burst from its chest cavity in a spray of blood. I sent it straight into the Factory, followed quickly by the other two I ripped out in one swift motion.
A roar. One of the Iron Maidens lunged at me, arms wide in a deadly embrace. I caught it with my vines, holding it a meter from my face… but too late.
Craack!
Ultra-thin, razor-sharp spikes shot from its body, piercing my skin, my muscles, even burning through my tactical goggles — frying the optical interface in a flash.A searing pain shot through me, but I didn't falter. I screamed in rage and tore the monster open like an overripe fruit.
"FUCK!!"
I shoved my arms into its shredded torso, groping blindly, ripping apart ribs, tissue, and cartilage in search of the deeply buried Plagas. It thrashed, launching more needles point-blank. I screamed again — but this time in triumph — as I yanked all three parasites from its body and sent them into the Factory one by one.
I turned, furious.The others had frozen, seized by some primal instinct.
I dove into them like a hurricane of claws, vines, and fists. My arms pierced flesh, shattered ribcages. My leg split a skull in two, and my knee pulverized a spine in an explosion of bone. I captured, destroyed, and piled corpses without restraint. My body bled, but the virus burned through my veins, keeping me in the fight.
The last survivor wasn't really a Regenerador anymore.It was a cybernetic abomination — its body laced with implants, metal plates, and internal tubing that pulsed to the rhythm of an artificial heart. A mechanical eye glowed red while its underlying muscles twitched with suppressed tension.It stood motionless in the shadows at the back of the room, clawed fingers drumming lightly against its emaciated thighs… as if it were watching me, curious.
The silence that followed felt almost sacrilegious.Around me, the ground was littered with pulverized flesh, charred limbs, and pools of black ichor — remnants of my previous carnage. I breathed heavily, the sting from the Iron Maiden's countless spikes still resonating in my torn chest.Without my optical goggles, my vision was blurred, but the monster… seemed to be smiling at me.
Then everything escalated.
It tore a metal table from the floor and hurled it at me like a toy. I intercepted it in a cross-guard with my reinforced arms, stumbling back a few steps from the impact.The moment I raised my head, it had already dove into the mound of flesh left behind by its fallen kin. Tendons, skin, bones, and fragments of Plagas began to writhe, twist, and merge with its body.Its torso burst outward, revealing an absurdly long spine that kept growing, quickly pushing its height past five meters.
"You've got to be kidding me — what is this, a damn Transformer?!" I spat, charging toward the wall and breaking through it with my shoulder, narrowly avoiding the collapsing debris as the ceiling gave way with a thunderous rumble.
Behind me, a twisted cry — part mechanical alarm, part visceral shriek — pierced the air.The monster was pursuing me, smashing through walls with its reinforced claws, sending bricks and beams flying through the halls.The entrance crumbled behind me in a muffled crash as I vaulted outside, my feet hitting the scorched earth of the open courtyard.
Forty of my Eliminators were already there, stationed around the buildings in ambush.They leapt at the creature without hesitation, bursting from the shadows like wild predators.The battle was immediate. Brutal.
The beast hurled one Eliminator against a wall with terrifying strength — its skull shattered like a watermelon.Another was impaled on a metallic arm now shaped into a spear.But my creatures didn't falter.
One of my giant worms erupted from beneath the ground, sinking its jaws into the monster's leg. It managed to rip the limb off with a sickening crunch before diving back underground… but a spike suddenly burst from inside the creature's body, impaling the worm's skull from the inside out.My poor creation collapsed with a final wheeze, its maw spilling the severed leg, still twitching.
The leg writhed, crawled, trying to rejoin the main body — guided by the still-active Plagas inside.I didn't give it the chance.
"Not this time, bastard!" I growled, leaping toward it as my vines lashed out like whips from my back.I caught the leg, ignoring the thorns digging into my skin, and tore it open on the spot.
I plunged my fingers into the writhing flesh, instinctively locating the organic pouches of the parasites.I felt their motion, their resistance — their fear. One, two, three…I ripped them out one by one and sent them to the Factory with a simple touch.
The rest of the monster howled, stumbling under the relentless assault. Its rhythm was faltering.Its movements grew sloppy.
I wiped the black blood from my cheek and spat on the ground.My eyes, burning with cold fury, locked onto the still-standing monster.
"You're strong... but I'm stronger."
Around me, the Eliminators regrouped, encircling the creature with heavy, frantic breaths.Despite their wounds, their loyalty remained unshakable.
I summoned two dozen leeches, watching as they slithered together into a viscous mass —Then hardened and fused into a two-meter-long organic blade, twisted and throbbing, its edges lined with hooked natural barbs.
"I know how to cut you down, you piece of shit," I snarled through clenched teeth.
I launched myself forward, blade raised, and in a roar of rage, sliced clean through its regrown left leg.The flesh tore in a viscous spray, and the limb hit the ground with a heavy thud… but this time, it didn't move. No spasms. No regeneration.
With a second strike, I brought the blade down on the other leg.The beast collapsed like a sack of flesh, unbalanced, its cries drowned out by the Eliminators swarming its head.Every second cost the life of one of my creatures — their bodies were skewered, crushed, ripped open —But they clung on, bit down, fought to the last breath.
Taking advantage of the chaos, I ripped the monster's limbs off one by one.As soon as they were severed, I sent them into the Factory, preventing any chance of reintegration.With each regeneration, its body shrank. Three meters. Two meters.
A final groan escaped its throat.
I launched myself at it, wrapping my arms and vines around its torso.It was a death grip. A predator's embrace.
Then, suddenly, its body exploded again. A barrage of spikes shot out in all directions, piercing my arms, chest, and legs. Pain flooded my body, but I refused to let go.
"I can do that too."
Clenching my teeth, I tightened my grip and focused. Vegetal spikes burst from my arms and ribs, impaling the creature from every angle. Bones shattered, flesh tore, and I felt three distinct cracks — three Plagas broken inside its abdomen. The beast shrieked, collapsing as if its bloated mass could no longer hold. Its size dropped violently, shrinking back to its original form.
It slipped from my grasp, but before it touched the ground, one of my Eliminators launched from the rubble and tackled it, sending it flying toward me. I caught it mid-air and slammed it to the ground, tearing off its remaining cybernetic limbs. Cables whipped through the air like dying snakes. Only a twitching torso and a still-conscious head remained — but there was no glow of regeneration. It had given up. It knew.
I placed my hand on its head. A pulse of command — and it vanished into the Factory.
Silence.
Around me, flames flickered over the ruins of the hospital. Ash and blood coated the ground, Eliminator bodies strewn across the wreckage — some mangled, others still smoldering. A few stood guard, growling quietly. I was drained. My wounds were healing, but my body was heavy, my nerves on edge.
I summoned four lions and five lionesses. They appeared silently, their presence majestic. One lion lay beside me, offering warmth. I nestled between two lionesses, resting my head against one like a living pillow. Their deep breathing, the scent of their fur, the enveloping warmth — it all calmed me.
I closed my eyes.
The enemy was defeated.
But I knew this was only a brief rest.
The next one would be worse.
(Author's Note: So? What did you think of the mega Regenerador? ^^ Check out my YouTube channel "geomichi506" — I uploaded a few English tracks inspired by this fanfic!)