Way back when, I wrote this. Must have gotten deleted or something. This is why I save everything I post here in a word document
Thanatos woke up in his cell. The last thing he remembered was being attacked and... dying. How had he survived that? Then he looked down at his arm, and stared in shock at what he saw. His arm was now replaced with some kind of mechanical replica. He flexed it. It seemed to be working just as nice as his old one. He punched the wall with it. As he drew it back, he saw nothing. Which was to be expected of course, since this prison was built to contain him perfectly. Then he looked closer. There was a crack.
God, I'm glad, my story now makes even more sense. I'm just going to mess a bit.