Ghost Machine
Let me tell you a story, you may have heard of it. There are days in which you've got to do something even if you don't want to. "The tight thing to do" and all that jazz. Heroes win and Villains lose, all goes according to plan. BUT! What if someone somewhere said "Screw it"? This is one of the stories. IT'S SHOWTIME!
A large city that was once known as Amity Park is now in ruins. The city was once known as a great spot for all sorts of supernatural activities. It stood amongst several other cities where such occurrences were normal. Cities such as Trevorton, Norresville, Bellwood, New York city, Paris and many more were usually protected against all form of attacks given their young protectors. But in this case it was different. The buildings had been broken down and now lie as little more than rubble. The sky is now neon green with no clouds covering the grounds of the once great city.
The cries of people flooded the streets. Many now wore rags or messed up versions of normal clothes. They ran away from something that flew through the sky casting a shadow on the earth. Some amongst the fleeing crowd stood back, armed with makeshift armor and laser guns. They fired at the sky hoping to destroy the flying enemy. One by one the lasers flew up to the air right to the target. However the attacks were blocked by a mechanical shield with an ectospasmic energy. The shield dematerialized to reveal the figure that the armed forces were attacking.
On top of their heads floated a spectral image. A cybernetic body covered in metal with green circuits being shown in its arms, legs, and chest. The armor looked advanced with an emblem on the middle of the chest plate. The emblem looked like a spectral D with a P inside it. The face of the mysterious attacker looked human but the skin had become metallic grey, the eyes were red, lifeless like that of a machine, and the hair had disappeared and now it displayed a green cybernetic brain.
The Day had began like any other day. I'd wake up. Fight Ghosts. Go to School. Fight Ghosts. Eat. Fight Ghosts. Do Homework. Fight Ghosts. Go Home. Fight Ghosts. Everyday the same thing would happen. I'd do the same things, having to do something or another for the good of others and never my own, like some sort of puppet.
The machine that was floating looked down upon the humans that dared attack him. With those cold dead red eyes, he stared at the humans, the race that he had once belonged to. He lifted his arm, and opened his palm to reveal a green circle that began to glow. In the blink of an eye from that very hand came out a powerful ectoplasm energy blast. The energy blast struck down the armed humans that attacked him in the first place. They were dead before the machine touched the ground.
Yes, a puppet, and my strings were my human morals and emotions. I often wondered what would I be capable of without these strings attached to me. Pulling me and making me dance to the beating of a silent drum. Would I be able to walk on my own, or would I fall under my own weight?
The machine stepped forth walking like there was nothing happening around him. He slowly looked around, his head turned left to right. From his eyes came out a beam of red light the light began scanning around the area for any other foolish humans that dared stand against him. Finding nothing with its scanner the machine to to the air once more. Just as the machine was flying up into the sky an arrow struck it from behind. The machine turned his chest intangible and pulled out the arrow. It then turned around and saw one human with a bow and arrow aiming another arrow to the machine. The human was nothing more than a teenager, around the age of fourteen or fifteen. He wore a torn hoodie, black pants with armored shoes and shins. His face had a large scar crossing his left cheek, and bright green eyes.
It wasn't just me who was working like I was following orders or a programming. The ghosts that I was supposed to fight always came back despite their goals being impossible to reach. Even my comrades from across the world were forced to continue fighting an uphill battle with nothing other than their spirits carrying them forward. We all had strings on us. We, all the heroes, had our differences but we all sought the same thing. We all wanted to help the world and be heroes, but we were never trying to truly change it.
The machine descended slowly towards the one that had attacked him. The young man fired another arrow this one aimed for the machine's face. The machine caught it before it could hit him.
"I'll make you pay, you monster!" yelled the young boy
The machine did not reply, it only stared.
The boy then shot another arrow only this time it struck the machine, but it didn't stop the machine's advance. The boy shot another one and another one. The machine kept walking towards the boy with nothing in his mind other than completing its objective. The machine's hand shot forward and gripped the boy from his neck and lifted him up until the were at equal eye level.
He reminds me of me that day, broken. Clinging to life until the bitter end. Me and my allies had just stopped a planet scale destruction at the hands of Lord Dominator. We all made it. But we won by paying a horrible price. Many people had died, thousands upon billions, our friend and comrade Jenny aka XJ-9 had been destroyed, and finally me. My entire body had become unstable and was breaking down. Dominator's final gift. It is the most vivid memory I've got left. My allies decided to put me back together, refusing to lose another friend. In an ironic twist they did me a favor. They made me what I am today. Using parts and pieces from Doctor Wakeman's laboratory they brought me back, better and stronger. The only thing that they did not anticipate was how clear it would make my mind.
The machine tightened his grip on the young boy's throat until it decided to put an end to the boy's pain. The machine shot lacers from its eyes and the boy's body fell limp. The machine released the body. Then the machine flew up to the sky to look upon the city that was once his to protect. It had fallen to him now just like many others. The era of heroes was over now it was time for the machines to rise once more.
After eliminating all the villains that threatened the world I took care of the heroes that didn't see things my way. Some were harder to kill than others, but I came out triumphant. Now it is time for a fresh start.
"People of Amity Park I am your new ruler! I am steel, I am ectoplasm and my name is Ghost Machine!" broadcasted Ghost Machine
There are no strings on me.
Now you see, there are many ways to tell a story. Some are happy others are terrifying, but tell me what is life without a good scare. After all the bad guys only need one day to win. One bad day. And trust me everyone has one of those days. See ya all soon! YEEEAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH! IT'S SHOW TIME!
