"Dr. Killian, are we really going in now?"
Dr. Killian and his squad of Extremis-enhanced warriors stood outside the Azeroth Technologies building, watching the flow of people moving in and out.
"What's there to be afraid of? Even if we're discovered, we can escape before any mutants arrive." He led the group to a back entrance, having already scouted the area and mapped out its security layout.
Killian's hands glowed red as he pressed them against the metal door, melting a large hole through it. Darkness loomed beyond the opening, and there were no guards in sight.
"We're heading to the underground research facility. That's where what we need is stored. Today, their computer systems have already been compromised, and the security personnel have been bribed."
Killian had confirmed that the underground facility had minimal security, something he found puzzling. Given the classified nature of Azeroth Technologies' research, the lack of guards didn't make sense.
He was after Azeroth Technologies' biochemical advancements, intending to combine them with the Extremis virus to create even more powerful warriors.
Descending further, the underground corridors were eerily silent, broken only by faint electrical hums and occasional unidentifiable noises.
Killian glanced at his handheld device, pinpointing their target's location. He pointed towards a door. "This way."
Andum, one of the Extremis soldiers, hesitated. "Doctor, I have a bad feeling about this. This is a military tech company—there's no way they'd leave this place unguarded. What if they already know we're coming?"
"According to my intel, it's always like this…" Killian started to reply when a guttural, beast-like roar echoed from deep within the facility.
Despite their enhanced physiology, they were still scientists at their core. The unsettling environment made them uneasy.
Then came a distinct metallic click—the sound of a lock being undone.
They froze in place, muscles tensed. "What was that?"
Moments later, a hulking figure emerged from around the corner, dragging heavy chains across the floor. The links clanked against the concrete, and the sheer weight of his footsteps reverberated through the corridor.
When the creature finally stepped into full view, the team was left speechless.
"What… is that?"
"Three arms? Its body proportions are all wrong—it looks like it was stitched together! How is it even moving?!"
Before them stood a grotesque abomination of stitched flesh, its massive form covered in greasy fat. Thick sutures crisscrossed its body, and with every step, sickly green fluid oozed from its bloated belly. Its oversized eyes glared at them with unsettling intensity.
The monster raised its chains and bellowed, "Patchwerk is Dr. Connors' God of War!"
In a nearby observation room, Dr. Connors watched the unfolding scene, standing beside Garus.
Connors smirked. "Those fools from AIM—they'll make excellent test subjects for my alchemical constructs. Patchwerk's strength and speed defy logic; even the Hulk wouldn't take him lightly."
Garus shot him a glance, prompting Connors to scratch his head awkwardly. "I swear, I didn't program him to say that."
"Connors, don't bring down the whole building," Garus warned.
"Relax, Mr. Garus. I have absolute control over Patchwerk and Thaddius." Connors held a Necrotic Orb in his palm—a fusion of modern science and Scourge necromancy, granting him dominion over his creations, which surpassed the originals in sheer power.
Everyone working at Azeroth Technologies had been conditioned by the Mind Stone's influence, ensuring absolute loyalty. When Killian bribed their staff, Connors had already foreseen it and used the opportunity to set his trap.
Garus had intended to track down Killian himself, but since the scientist had walked right into his hands, all the better. He couldn't deny that the Extremis virus was a remarkable piece of technology, and Connors was eager to study it.
Lately, Connors had become obsessed with undead biotechnology. Patchwerk was a Frankensteinian fusion of Kree, Frost Giant, and Dark Elf cadavers, reanimated through the power of death magic. Thaddius, a second construct with the ability to generate electricity, was just as formidable.
"What the hell is this thing?!" Killian's body glowed red-hot as he lunged at the monstrous Patchwerk.
"Patchwerk wants to play!" the behemoth roared, swinging his massive iron hook with terrifying force.
CRACK! The impact sent flesh and blood flying. One of the Extremis soldiers didn't even have time to react before his head was reduced to pulp. Even the regenerative capabilities of the Extremis virus weren't enough to bring him back.
"Nobody run! You won't make it!" Killian barked at his team. The creature's speed was unnatural—it shouldn't be this fast for its size. With no choice but to fight, Killian charged in, catching the incoming hook with his burning hands.
Sizzle! White smoke rose as molten iron dripped from the superheated hook.
Boom! Killian's fist slammed into Patchwerk's grotesque flesh, burning deep into his body, releasing a nauseating stench.
"Patchwerk is angry!" The abomination retaliated with blinding speed, his fist blurring through the air before smashing straight through Killian's torso, leaving a gaping hole.
Killian staggered backward, staring in disbelief. The creature's speed was unreal—it didn't move like a sluggish brute.
Yet, the Extremis virus kicked in, rapidly healing his wound. "Surround him! Burn him down!" he ordered.
The remaining soldiers encircled Patchwerk, their hands igniting with searing flames as they launched a coordinated attack.
"Too hot!" Patchwerk bellowed, swinging his massive chain in a wide arc, knocking down several Extremis warriors like ragdolls.
BANG! BANG! BANG! One after another, they crashed to the ground, limbs shattered.
Their regenerative abilities allowed them to recover, except for the first unfortunate soul whose head had been obliterated. But even with their healing factor, they were clearly outmatched. Patchwerk was relentless and knew no fatigue.
"Patchwerk is performing well—far superior to those Extremis soldiers." Both Connors and Garus observed with satisfaction.
"Mr. Garus, shall we proceed with testing Thaddius next? I doubt he'll disappoint."
"After testing, send them both to Naxxramas."
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