B.R.A.I.N. loomed over the small rag doll standing in it's path. Fire burn in his one red eye, seeing it had survived his soul-sucking attack unscathed, but that wasn't the only thing fueling his anger.
Oh no, no no. What really made him boiling mad, was the talisman. His talisman, the object that held all his power, was in the hands of a 5 inched doll. That had somehow managed to return to it's feet after the devastation death of it's comrade. Whom laid just a few feet away on it's stomach, motionless.
He turned upward, and let out a murderous howl that ripped through out that emptiness surround them. Giving a warning to any other trying to define his leadership over the waste land, would be punished by sudden death. As was the doll's fate.
With all he had left in him, B.R.A.I.N. charged at the little creation. Using each spared arm his could use to aim at the doll with flawlessness. He knew, he wasn't going to miss this time. This time, the little pest that had been destroying his plan since he reawakened, will fall.
Just like the inventor....
Like the bodyguard...
Like the engineer …
Like the seer...
And like the leader.
They will all fall.
As B.R.A.I.N. drew near, he enjoyed watching the doll scramble with the talisman. It brought amusement him to see how it's body shake in fear, as it ran it's hands over and pressing down on the symbols carved on the front. But whatever it was trying to accomplish in it's final moments of breath, was pointless. Because B.R.A.I.N. had it right where he wanted it, and better yet. There was no escape...
Please, don't kill me. I wrote this after my father came to visit for two straight, horrible days. I feel like when 9 had to face B.R.A.I.N. at the end of the movie. I'm glad my father's gone now...until tomorrow. X.X
I do not own B.R.A.I.N. or any one of the '9' characters. They belong to Shane Acker only.
