Tetsuo: The Iron Man -

By midnight, the apartment felt too small, too organic. The drywall seemed to breathe with a moist, suffocating heat. Elias collapsed against his workbench, his breath coming in ragged, metallic rasps. Every time his heart beat, it sounded like a hammer striking an anvil. Clang. Clang. Clang.

The metal didn’t just enter his body; it remembered him. It started with a twitch in Elias’s ring finger—a rhythmic, hydraulic clicking that sounded like a cooling radiator. He thought it was a tremor brought on by too much caffeine and the relentless hum of the city, but when he looked down, the skin was taut and shined with the dull, oily luster of galvanized steel. Tetsuo: The Iron Man

Elias stepped out onto the fire escape, his new limbs clanging against the iron slats. He looked at the sprawling metropolis and saw not a city, but a graveyard of unrefined ore waiting for a god. By midnight, the apartment felt too small, too organic