48 - 15 - Fangs and Claws

There was nothing I couldn't do. No one I couldn't destroy.

I stared at my hands. They weren't just hands. Not just pink flesh and coursing blood and pulsing muscle. They were powerful machines, reinforced with gears and pulleys and wheels.

I flexed my fingers. Steel claws extended from beneath my fingers. I flexed again and they retracted, disappearing into the flesh of my fingertips.

"Yes, Rachel," Crayak said. "There when you need it. Gone when you don't."

(...)

I dropped the cube with a thud and lifted my lip in a snarl. I felt my teeth click together. Upper and lower rows had become iron fangs that sparked as they gnashed against each other.

"You!"