A/N: Since a couple of people wanted to know what was happening here, I've
decided to resolve the slight confusion. This is also a little like the
story Metropolis: Fallen Light in that the humans dying are robot
supporters, much like the massacre.
These are Rock's thoughts. It's supposed to be in italics, if it's not, oh
well.
My vision was blurred, I saw nothing. I only heard the faint sound of his boots brought to my ears. The cries of the petty supporters were dying out. He came closer to me, his laugh echoing loudly in my ears.
Unbearable . . . It was too wrong . . . What reason would he have to do this to me?
"Why, father? Why?" I had asked. He only approached me, laughing at me. I felt humiliated and I could very much feel it burning in to me. I couldn't see much but I thought I could just make out the gun still raised in his hand; he was pointing it at me.
Was he going to shoot me again? It wasn't much painful to me. No, what pained me more than that bullet wound was the fact that my own father would do such a thing to me. My pride was hurt and I knew that in front of my Marduks I looked like a cowardly little boy. That's how I felt, anyway.
I cowered in his wake. He bore down on me with the gun. I heard him speak, only faintly, his words piercing my every being.
"You're pathetic . . . You're worthless . . ." I could only make out snatches of his sentences. I was slipping in and out and hoping he would just shoot me now . . . But I thought . . . I asked him why, he gave me no answer, so I repeated. The least he could do was let me die knowing what I meant to him. Though I knew I meant nothing to his being I eventually came to think he saw me as the son he never had. That, and a replacement for . . . for Her.
"Why, father? Why do this?" I asked weakly. He laughed again, though I only barely heard him. I was still slipping out, my blurred vision slipping in and out of focus. I felt like I could collapse at his feet any moment, then-
"My weapon is complete, the robots will be gone soon, I no longer have a use for you." This hurt me. It felt like eternity for the gun to go off again. I wished it would hurry and end. Instead of having my life flashing before my eyes I seemed to be reliving every moment, just like when it happened, only I seemed to be distant, not in my body . . . I would watch as I became a Marduk, I would watch from across the distance as my father hit me and I cowered yet again.
But this would be all over soon, or, at least, I hoped. I was beginning to wonder if he would end it quickly, because he never liked me, or end it slowly . . . well, because he never liked me. Or maybe he did, it's just my use to him was gone . . . Still, I thought he loved me . . . Apparently I was wrong.
Author's Notes: Hope you're happy, hope I didn't leave this one hanging as well . . . I don't think I should do this, but for your happiness I will b/c people will keep asking why he was killed. Actually I don't remember if this was the reason or now. If I think of it I'll post it.
My vision was blurred, I saw nothing. I only heard the faint sound of his boots brought to my ears. The cries of the petty supporters were dying out. He came closer to me, his laugh echoing loudly in my ears.
Unbearable . . . It was too wrong . . . What reason would he have to do this to me?
"Why, father? Why?" I had asked. He only approached me, laughing at me. I felt humiliated and I could very much feel it burning in to me. I couldn't see much but I thought I could just make out the gun still raised in his hand; he was pointing it at me.
Was he going to shoot me again? It wasn't much painful to me. No, what pained me more than that bullet wound was the fact that my own father would do such a thing to me. My pride was hurt and I knew that in front of my Marduks I looked like a cowardly little boy. That's how I felt, anyway.
I cowered in his wake. He bore down on me with the gun. I heard him speak, only faintly, his words piercing my every being.
"You're pathetic . . . You're worthless . . ." I could only make out snatches of his sentences. I was slipping in and out and hoping he would just shoot me now . . . But I thought . . . I asked him why, he gave me no answer, so I repeated. The least he could do was let me die knowing what I meant to him. Though I knew I meant nothing to his being I eventually came to think he saw me as the son he never had. That, and a replacement for . . . for Her.
"Why, father? Why do this?" I asked weakly. He laughed again, though I only barely heard him. I was still slipping out, my blurred vision slipping in and out of focus. I felt like I could collapse at his feet any moment, then-
"My weapon is complete, the robots will be gone soon, I no longer have a use for you." This hurt me. It felt like eternity for the gun to go off again. I wished it would hurry and end. Instead of having my life flashing before my eyes I seemed to be reliving every moment, just like when it happened, only I seemed to be distant, not in my body . . . I would watch as I became a Marduk, I would watch from across the distance as my father hit me and I cowered yet again.
But this would be all over soon, or, at least, I hoped. I was beginning to wonder if he would end it quickly, because he never liked me, or end it slowly . . . well, because he never liked me. Or maybe he did, it's just my use to him was gone . . . Still, I thought he loved me . . . Apparently I was wrong.
Author's Notes: Hope you're happy, hope I didn't leave this one hanging as well . . . I don't think I should do this, but for your happiness I will b/c people will keep asking why he was killed. Actually I don't remember if this was the reason or now. If I think of it I'll post it.