C87 stood in the half-dark prison staring into the pilots dead eyes. His fingers were touching but not pressing the controls aside from his three left hand fingers holding the controls to keep his aircraft stable. The last time C87 saw him he nearly burned him to death. C87 drove his legs quickly towards the airplane, not caring what weapons his plane had.
" Orders confirmed. Fire on all targets."
Standing between the prison and a deadly airplane C87 remembered the other people who might be in danger: a whiny little city boy and a melancholy prisoner. The airplane roared firing multiple bullets, C87 rush at the prisoner and pulled him away from the gunfire.
" Carlton, dodge!"
Carlton went to the ground and covers his head. Bullets blow through the wall. C87 could hear the loud sound of Carlton screaming louder than the bullet fire. C87 felt sorry for him. It was C87's fault he was here in the first place. If there was something C87 could do to keep Carlton sound he would do it. The pilot laugh like a spitfire pilot.
C87 had enough with Black Hawk 586 always trying to make a laugh at killing him. He could not let other people be endangered because of him. He squeezes his hand rushing back to the plane. This time he crushes the inside of the plane pushing Black Hawk down. C87 jumped into the prison before Black Hawk planes wings were ripped apart and the cockpit flooded with water.
C87 just wanted to belong where no one fixated on him. He looked at the man who was ordered to kill him, leaving him to drown or swim away. " That man won't be hurting anyone. We won."
Carlton snapped out of his scared little cat figure. He was glowing like it was his time of the spotlight. " Yes. It's over. We won. We punched a hole in that sordid pilot and sent him away."
That smile of relief turned to an all out dance studio. He touched his hips and jiggled his stomach left and right. C87 and the former carrot farmer didn't know what he was doing. He was throwing himself into the illumination of the spotlight like a gaily fashioned girl. C87's heart murmured.
" I'm glad he's cherishing his moments alive, but does he have to make it sound like I didn't do anything?" C87 was starting to hear something as things were getting cold. C87 wasn't exaggerating by this noise. It was something out of flight school. "He's here."
It was looming ominously from C87's eye. The assassins were inseparable from C87 following him no matter where he went or where he hid. Carlton stopped dancing, the prisoner's eyes followed the sound of flight, and C87 saw planes descend.
" They have a giant battle space ship. That's…big." Carlton tried hiding himself from the planes. He didn't get very far when Carlton paralyzed him in his psychic eyes.
C87 saw the rich man in his expensive suit signaling his arrival in a black helicopter. The front of the helicopter was tattooed with harrowing pictures of skulls and hideous pumpkins sticking their towns out at him. The rich man announced his arrival to C87's distressed eyes.
" I have found you, son." C87 tried stopping the helicopter in his psychic eyes, but his powers weren't working against them." I am your creator, but you will call me Master."
" I was never yours to create. You took my human body and replaced it with this…this…nightmare. I might have no recollection of who I was, but I would never follow you even on a whim."
" You are making a big mistake, C87. Don't try to deny what you are. We built you. What do you think is under the flesh? Bones? You are nothing but a bionic, living android. As for that person you think you are, he was only the predecessor that helped built you. You are not that man!"
" I'm not your toy either! You can chase me all over the world. I'll never do what you tell me to do. If you want my body so much…I can kill myself. I can throw myself into the ocean and be swallowed by a giant fish. Without me you have nothing to advance your organization."
The man listened to C87 without caring. C87 was hesitant but stepped to the ocean. C87 was responsible. He was responsible for his life and responsible for how it would end. He expected to hear some kissing in the butt from the rich man. All he heard in the black helicopter was laughing.
" I think you've been away from the lab longer than you should been. You think our research only requires one specimen? C87…I'd like you to meet D183."
There wasn't much to be expected from the rich man's words. He stepped aside as someone else walked into the light. C87 wasn't himself when he looked at D183. He had the same face and hair as C87. He was almost the exact same as C87; his hair jelled and his clothes brown with a metal necklace.
" Surprised? You weren't the only creation we made. The only thing we needed you for was to prototype the other creations. But when you escaped our compound we feared others might see you and build their own copies. The real reason we chased you all this time…we wanted to reprogram you!"
The rich man shuffled to the front of the helicopter. He wanted to be safe when he saw D183 make his move. He moved his heel back and jumped through the prison hole.
C87 was a blond fool meandered by how little his existence was. All those days he lived where going to mean nothing once D183 beat him.
" Reprogram me?"
" Yes. In a way you are like an android. You, D183, and all our other creations were made together. Your practically brothers besides the fact we used DNA from the same human to make you."
