Shadows of Sins Past

*Area 51. June 1st 2013*

The world around remained dark. All that was present was the echoing noise of the what sounded like animals roaring, clanging sounds of claws hitting the metal of bars of what seemed to be a prison. In the darkness, two glowing yellow eyes pierced through and then a loud yelling, "Would you all shut the hell up!" The voice roared out through the dark hallway which soon after the hall fell silent.

The dark world inside was suddenly lit up by bright yellow light. The eyes from before were shown to be a human, further examination would show that he was the only human in that hallway and the others were horrid monstrous beasts that looked either deformed or decayed to the point they looked like they were the creations of some sort of horror movie or story. The light blinded the human in a cell showing a military uniform that was tattered and ripped, three patches existed on his jacket. One patch reading U.S Marine, the other reading Westwood and the last one showing his rank as a staff sergeant.

The official story behind his imprisonment was that he had murdered a harmless village in cold blood after his fire team was called in to investigate the possible appearance of a terrorist VIP. The mission went south and his fire team was killed in the process. What happened after that lead to him becoming a prisoner of war for three days, he suffered stabs, cuts and burns trying to get information out of him. After the third day, he blacked out and by the time he came to he was covered in blood and bodies scattered throughout the village. After that day he was haunted by images of what happened while he was out. The severed limbs, disembodied organs and spineless bodies scattered throughout.

Two men with restraining devices had walked through the long hallway, both wore grey uniforms with no defining features and gas masks, "Happy birthday Westwood. Our boys in the labs have got something special for you." One of the men spoke through the now silent hall which echoed through the long hall to reach Westwood in the mid point of the hallway, "Who knows, this long torture you've gone through might even end this time." The same male's voice echoed as his steel toed boots clacked the cold hard concrete of the ground.

Westwood looked up recovering from the temporary blindness that the sudden lights had given him, his gaze looked at the guards concealed from head to toe in suits, "What makes you think that this one will do me in? The surgeries they did on me all these years couldn't kill me, and I swear those bastards actually wanted to kill me." He spoke with a grin before standing up and holding his hands together for the restraints to be applied to his wrists and his neck like the other times he was removed from his cold dark cell.

The guard laughed lightly through his mask, "We'll see that when it's over. These trips are getting exhausting." He spoke opening the cell doors and attaching the neck brace to Westwood's neck and then attaching the same brace to his wrists, "I'll see about getting you a little extra chow if you survive." He spoke before pulling the restraints to guide the human down the halls of the prison.

Westwood didn't care, death was a gift at this point and if his death finally gave him his freedom he would welcome the reaper to take his soul.

The hallway came to its end and a large door opened to sterilize the three subjects. After the clouds of gas had sterilized the subjects, the second set of doors opened up showing the new device that many men and women in lab coats were performing the finishing touches on the machine. Soon the prisoner was pulled along to get to a chamber in the center. His restraints were removed again which lead to pushing the soldier into the glass looking chamber where the male stood quiet inside.

One of the men in lab coats had moved to the glass chamber, "Welcome back my favorite test subject. I'm sure that you're wondering what this place is." The man spoke to Westwood.

"All honesty. I don't give two shits about it. I'm just waiting for another chance to have the grim reaper try to take me again." Westwood spoke keeping himself still inside the chamber.

The scientist groaned at Westwood's attitude, "Well. Just so you know. Teleportation is still a science fiction subject, this is to bring us this much closer to the goal of potentially sending soldiers to new places. Imagine a battalion of soldiers instantly taken from the states to a war zone like what you had to go through." The male spoke, "You are going to be our little lab rat for the evening to make sure we can make the science fiction reality."

Westwood smirked to the scientist, "Then throw that switch and send me already. I want to go back in the dark so I don't have to see your ugly mugs." He spoke with disdain for the scientist.

With a huff, the scientist turned his back and shouted which was now absent of tone while Westwood shut his eyes waiting for the test to end. Switches were flipped, wheels were turned and sparks began flying around the glass chamber. Westwood stood still as the sparks flew around him. One of these sparks struck Westwood's arm, his arm now was charred from the lightning bolt like spark.

Westwood's arm began regenerating at a quick pace leaving not skin, but into black scales that began spreading over his arm even to the places not struck by the lightning. More lightning bolts began striking his body leaving more of his body in the black scales. As the scales spread over his body, his body began mutating to appear more reptile like down to his head forming a triangular shape with horns sprouting from his head into a crown of horns. Westwood's hands began forming into claws as well as his feet forming elongated claws as well. The final touches were a long tail sprouting from the base of his spine and leather like wings shooting out from his back.

Lightning began sparking from Westwood's body and moments later his body began disintegrating, now screams of pain began filling the room while Westwood was slowly vanishing. It took nearly a minute of total anguish for Westwood before the screams became absent and his body was gone. Nothing remained of the reptile Westwood had became, the chamber empty and the scientists disappointed that they did not complete their finished product.

*Ponyville outskirts near Everfree forest. Nightfall*

Like the world he had just left, the land was dark with only the moonlight present to illuminate the world. Sparks began flying from the ground and shortly after a loud scream of agony began ringing through the night. In the center of the sparks, what looked like particles of carbon began floating from the air which first began forming the skeletal frame of a dragon that stood at six feet from his feet to the top of his horns. A moment later organs began forming in between the bones which looked as though they were still active despite the fact that his body did not seem like it was formed enough to actually function. The skeleton was then formed around with muscle and scales until the full, threatening image of the tall dragon formed.

The scream of agony ceased after his body was formed. Blood was leaking from the dragon's mouth leading to the dragon falling forward and vomiting out blood and bile that formed in his stomach as he was being reformed in this world. His yellow eyes looked up seeing a shadowy form of a horse approaching from the sky, "The reaper does not want me, so the horseman takes the immortal." He spoke before shutting his eyes and collapsing in the puddle of bile and vomit that now lay present on the ground.