I was quivering, both from the effects of the injection, and my own fear. It was the most horrific experience of my life, being transformed.
Pain racked my body, and my whole body spasmed. Everything hurt, my head, my chest, and especially my legs.
About a minute of torture later, and my legs began to hurt more. Pressure began to build in them, and I realized they were growing. My spine cracked, and began to slither down between my legs.
My expanding thighs converged around my spine, and muscle began to weave through it. Soon, the legs were covered by flesh, and had become one single leg. I saw the new skin, and soon realized what it was.
My leg was covered with red scales. As soon as I had processed this, my skin started to flake. It fell of in large segments, and underneath waa new, red skin. I realized soon that I wasn't flaking; I was molting.
The final change came. My canines grew out, showing out of my mouth. I licked one, and realized it was filled with venom. Then my tongue split in half, I had a full snake tongue.
"You... You made me a naga!"
"Correct, Ms. Sunday. Deadly venom, strong body, beautiful chest. The perfect cold-blooded killer."
He began to exit the room. "Now, let's see how a living killing machine matches up to a metal one." He left the room.
I was alone. I tried to hold it in, but I couldn't. For the first time in, well, a long time, I was showing emotion. I had been made into a monster, like the one that killed my parents.
I brooded about it for a while. How could I live in society like this? Would I just be forced to live at MI6 forever?
My only hope was to find Strom.