He screamed. Not in fear or surprise – but of unadulterated agony.
The smell of burning flesh assails him. And just as quickly he realizes that it is his own flesh that is searing, burning. Tears streaming down his face he watches as the gold and platinum webbing that was so delicately laid out on his arm just moments ago melts into the upper layer of his skin and fuses there. A single strand of precious platinum runs from the shoulder area of the netting and across his chest into a small circular golden peice about the size of his heart.
A very large, brilliant blue gem is mounted within the circle. It too slowly melts into his chest. Sinking in, searing the flesh and fusing just level with the first layer of skin above his heart.
He flexes his hand. Single platinum strands go down each finger and a small gem encrusted fixture in the center of his palm has also melted into his skin. As darkness begins to swim into the edges of his vision, he sees the man that had promised him revenge walk into view.