09-25-2010, 06:26 PM
Spoiler:
Allister was walking down a road in Stranglethorn Vale. Nothing evil about that whatsoever. Never mind the fact that once he got to Booty Bay he was going to kill something. He stopped for a moment to observe the wildlife, as there were white gorillas in view from the trail. He didn't enjoy this, wildlife was something that he didn't like. He passed a rather large rock, and- almost out of nowhere- a little Gnome jumped out and plunged a needle into his thigh; and emptied the contents into his bloodstream.
This wasn't exactly the type of situation he was accustomed to. A sailor would know exactly what to do in a storm, but a shadow priest being assaulted by a needle-wielding Gnome was entirely new. "Wh-What... th-" was all he could squeeze out before everything went black.
When he next awoke, he was in a room, on a finely crafted wood table. The air felt much different; it almost had a colder feel to it. There were bookshelves all around, but he didn't take any of that in. He was barely awake, and a little Gnome was presenting him an apple. He was hungry; he knew that. Without thinking- or even noticing that this Gnome had incapacitated him and brought him to this strange place- he grabbed the apple and started eating it. He felt different: light headed, and felt fuzzy.
"These apples are funny." He said, with a surprisingly optimistic twinge to his voice. These apples had some sort of drug in them. He didn't know that.
"They are funny, aren't they?" The Gnome replied. They both laughed, and that spelled out irony for Allister. He was expecting this Gnome and he to be the best of friends; to reap destruction and pain among the masses. However that was not the case. "Would you like another apple?" She giggled after saying that. Allister, again without thinking said yes. Again he hoovered down the apple. Allister wasn't fully taking in everything she was saying, he knew she said something about hungry. He was still somewhat hungry, but this mysterious Gnome asked him to lie down. She told him that he could have more apples when she was done.
When she's done?
He agreed, and lied down. This Gnome started to put restraints on him, buckling down his torso and legs. She left one hand free though. He asked her what she was doing, her reply was: "I'm a tinker."
"That's an interesting title."
"An engineer, I make gadgets and the like." Before he could really say anything else, she continued. "This is going to hurt." She removed one of his gloves.
"Huh-?" He was totally unprepared. She cut off half of his hand. The slice was diagonal, so he was missing his little, ring, and middle fingers right down to his wrist. The pain was monumental. Especially for Allister; he hadn't felt that much pain in his lifetime. He screamed, it seemed like an instinct. In mid scream he would have a hysterical laugh, and then continue screaming. This was due to some drug induced hallucination; where there were flowers pouring out of his wound. That and fluffy bunnies were rolling around in these 'flower pedals' on the floor. This horrified him in ways the likes of which he had never experienced. Immediately she pulled out nuts, bolts, screws, copper wire, and sheets of metal. She build the frame of the remainder of his hand, and ran copper wire through it. He didn't understand what she was doing, but he didn't have time to. She attached copper wire to each of his tendons; an extremely painful procedure. He screamed. He tried to cringe his arms but she held the one she was working on still. His upper torso convulsed, but was held down by the restraints.
"You're doing great, you can have more apples soon, we're almost done." She put her hand on his shoulder for a bried moment, then continued her assembly. Overall it was extremely painful; however she wasn't quite finished even when the hand was assembled. She tore his robe a bit, and made a delicate incision in his shoulder, after taking out an antenna and a receiver. She inserted the reciever and the antenna under the skin. He felt this, oh yes he felt the stinging. It's just that the pain from his hand was so overpowering that it wasn't that bad.
"Wh-Why are you-?" Allister sobbed, the pain from the shoulder broke him.
"Practice." Was her reply. She sewed up his shoulder and bandaged his hand. "All done, would you like another apple?"
"Yes... yes..." He couldn't have thought clearly even if he wasn't drugged. The Gnome went and got him another apple, whilst Allister wiped away his tears. When she handed him the apple he took a massive bite; at least 1/3, and barely chewed it as it slid down his throat. He threw away the core, and mustered the strength to stand.
"I'm going to take you to Azshara Crater, would you like that?" Despite what she had done to him, she still spoke to him nicely.
"Just take me back... back... back..." Allister kept repeating 'back'. With each time saying it his voice became softer and softer, until he was just mouthing it. The Gnome nodded, and led him down to her chopper. She took him out into Azshara Crater, and took him to the Arena that had been built there. He rolled off the chopper. This Gnome put her hand on his shoulder, and assured him he was safe. That however, was not how he felt. He shivered and muttered quietly, while the Gnome got on her little bike and rode off.
With nothing left to do Allister made his way inside and found a place to lie down, there he rested and sobbed. When the drugs eventually wore off, he fully realized what happened. Half of his hand was mechanical. So, he took upon himself the name "Half-hand" to replace his former title "Omen."