arei

by VerdantMoth

Sometimes Asset moves like the puppet he is. When the sun has scorched his calcium armor into a brittle cage, he is unable to move with silent ease.

Then doctors strap him down to a table made of stone and metal and ancient, and they break him. Doctors burn the flesh from his muscles, break every bone, inside and outside, and they take his memories with white fire that tastes like iron.

He never remembers what his last frame looked like, is never allowed more than stolen glimpses of his new faces.

Words: 3525, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English