Just something random and quick. Characters are very OOC in this story - apparently i have to explain that again. they are not like their usual selves soooooooooooo there is no longer a need to point that out. anyways, its random and quick cuz i'll be out away and might not take my laptop with me. i hope you enjoy it -_-' i dont unfortunately lol
Contradicting Heart
The door closes and Zeta tilts his horned head slightly as Max stands at her bedroom window, gazing out of it quietly. The last time he had been with her she was so peaceful, so loving and compassionate and sure. But gazing at her now he could pick up anger, sadness, confusion and darkness. Perhaps he had been living as a human for far too long; or perhaps these things were visible to the once weapon because for her he actually cared. "Max," Zeta begins quietly. "What is happening?"
Gibson sighs and holds herself protectively. "Life is happening."
"But why do these people listen to you? I have heard many things about them: Kobra. They are dangerous. Murderers."
"Yes," the Queen responds. "They are mine. I'm their Queen."
Zeta pauses. "But…you are not like them."
Max turns angry eyes upon her friend then, approaching him aggressively with a terrifying scowl that was enough to make the robotic man step back in appall. "I am everything like them," Max growls. "They have taken care of me, loved me."
"Max, you were the one who told me killing was wrong. That there was always another way."
"I was stupid back then. I hadn't snapped yet." The Kobra ruler backs away from him at the sound of a faint cry coming from behind a velvety cloth in the corner of her room. Zeta too turns, distracted by the wounds of what appeared to be a wailing child. Max treads cautiously and pulls the cloth back, vanishing from sight until the crying stops. The girl comes back out, this time with a bundle wrapped gently in her arms. Max rocks the bundle up and down smoothly, smiling and giving an adoring coo. A small hand reaches up and touches the young woman's chin and Max kisses it lightly.
"A child?" Zeta asks appalled.
"My child," Max answers. "Her name is Amunet. Isn't she beautiful?" Max's chocolate eyes turn upwards at her old friend in sorrow. "She is the only thing I can be proud of. She's my only reason left to avenge her father's death. I know what I said to you before. But times change; people change." She vanishes behind the curtain once again, this time emerging with empty arms. "I'm Uadjit now."
Zeta shakes his head. "You can change your name as many times as you want – but deep down you will always be Max. And you will always know that what you're doing is wrong."
Max shakes her head and walks towards the door. "I've some place to go. An old friend's house to visit. You're more than welcome to stay as long as you like. No one will hurt you, not while I'm Queen."
"I cannot stay around such things," the machine answers simply. "But I will stay for you…for Max."
Uadjit opens the door and hangs her head down in shame. "Then you won't be here for long." Without another word she exits, leaving Zeta behind. She walks down the hall heading towards the dock still donning her previous garb. Seeing Zeta again had aroused so many memories and so many pains. The queen despised having to cut their reunion so short – but she knew that staying and talking with him would only make things ever the more difficult. Had Uadjit really believed that war and death and killing wasn't the way to settle things? Had she truly been that naïve?
Death was the answer to many things. Ever since man had walked the earth war always settled every problem, ended every dispute. This world now had one simple rule: live or die. Love was beautiful, but it was also the cause to so much calamity within man. Love was a weakness, it was death. She knew that first hand.
"My Queen," a voice calls, causing Uadjit to look forward and ahead. A group of Kobra followers from the outer branches stood lined across the hall before her, blocking her way. Their expressions were disturbing; too disturbing.
"Move aside," Uadjit demands, halting. She looks back behind her and spies some more men coming out of the halls. Surrounded. So that's what they were playing.
"My Queen," the leader repeats with a bow. "Forgive us, but you cannot go any further. It's time for you to step down. Kobra has flourished under your wing, this is true. But someone who holds the blood deserves to rule."
Uadjit's eyes narrow. "You turning against me, boy?" He was young. They all were. "How old are you? Fifteen? Little boy you know nothing – especially not if you want to challenge me."
"I'm more than old enough," the boy defends.
Uadjit folds her arms across her chest and smiles. "Ah, so you think you can take my place. Tell me, have you killed anything other than an ant while walking down the street? Trust, you don't want to do this. I'm not sparing. By the time I'm finished you'll be sent back to your mother in a casket."
Another young man, this one slightly older, yells, "You can try!" He rushes forward with his fist balled and ready. He swing, but Uadjit is quicker as she leans to the left. The Queen grabs his arm, punches him in the face and shoves him back against the wall.
"C'mon," she taunts. "Who's next?" They run forward at once and Max drops to the floor extending a leg and spinning, tripping as many as she could. A set of arms grab the Queen from behind forcing her up onto her feet as a man pulls out a dagger and prepares to stab her in the stomach. She propels her legs upward and slam her feet against his chest knocking him back before reaching her hands back and yanking on the hair of the man who held her. She yanks, making him lean forward enough for her knee to connect with the face. He drops in pain. Uadjit runs forward, fighting as many as she could see all at once. The young boy who wanted control backhands the ruler into the metallic wall. "Okay, let's do it." Uadjit grabs a metal bar protruding from the wall and breaks it off, knocking the boys upside the head.
Kobra agents rush down the hall some moments later, only to find the assaulters sprawled out upon the floor and Uadjit standing amongst them with a bar in her hand. She looks at the gathered agents and members with cold eyes. "They tried to kill me," she says. "Let it be known through all of Kobra that anyone who dares even think to overthrow me this will be their fate!"
A man comes forward and asks the Queen, "What should we do with them Uadjit? Such a crime must be dealt with."
Uadjit stares at the bruised assaulters carefully, with cold eyes. She reaches into the man's pocket and withdraws his gun, pointing it at the young boy. "I warned you – you should have listened." The boy sits up slowly on his knees and faces the barrel of the gun willingly. Uadjit's eyes show compassion. "So," she mutters, "you have some honor after all. We'll give you a worthy funeral, 'kay?" The boy nods solemnly.
Uadjit continues to stare at him. She could let him live and sent to the prison…but even that would be worse than death. No, she would do him a favor. A loving favor. Uadjit pulls the trigger as the sound of the gun going off reverberates throughout the facility. But the loyal Kobra agents smile and cheer their Queen forward. Uadjit hands the gun back to the Kobra member and answers his earlier question, "Kill them. But remember what I said. Honorable funeral." She steps over the slumped over body and rounds the bend as the echoing of gunfire reaches her ears.
TO BE CONTINUED…
