She stopped; frozen with fear, her heart pleaded in agony. Her mind questioned her weary soul. Why stop now? After running for so long… why? “Why now!”

Unable to take one step further, Sheri looked down and realized the reason for her failed escape. The reason she had crossed a familiar forest floor with repeated stumbles. These legs with which she ran, the legs that failed her – weren’t her legs.

It had been years since the operation and still the memory of it seared in her mind. True, these mechanized appendages she was forced to call legs, were organically fused to the tendons in her thighs, but they weren’t her legs. It mattered not that he demanded that they were, she knew… “He did this!”

The mechanical beasts that had chased her through the forest unimpeded didn’t frighten her. Those savage cyborgs, standing merely forty paces behind her were the least of her worries. The thing that terrorized Sheri the most was the mad scientist that created such abomination. The monster that now controlled her.