Return of Metal
Chapter 8
"Metal's Fated Hour"
By MEGAMANX411
Metal grinned as he surveyed the dark building. He wasn't quite sure how he knew preicely where Sigma was...he just felt it deep down. He supposed because he experienced Sigma's dark powers before, he was able to "feel" him in some way. He simply ran to the spot he felt that he was being guided. Despite his capacity for free will, Metal was being led around by some other stray feeling that he couldn't control--perhaps because of his own darkness, he was able to easily find another. More than anything, he wanted to save Goth and atone for what he had done previously. He was just thankful that he was able to find Sigma's hiding place so quickly...at least, it's were he thought Sigma was.
Unlike some of the previous places Sigma had dwelled in, this was far from being a palace. Sigma's other domiciles were simply gargantuan, but this building was far more run-down and old. In fact, it resembled some kind of archaic castle as opposed to what he usually resided in. Because it was pitch dark outside, it was really hard to make anything out--thanks to Metal's sensors though, he was able to distinguish some things still. Unlike the Maverick Hunters, he didn't have a spotter, so that meant he would only be able to rely on his basic optics and other sensors. The castle looked as dark as the night, and the structure looked as twsited and grim as its inhabitant. Metal, showing no fear, trudged inside.
There were no lights, no candles, no light sources of any kind. Everything was dark. Still, Metal proceeded deeper inward. The corridors remained straightforward, and the hallways that Metal walked down were pretty dank. There were rooms on the sides, but there was nothing of importance in any of them. Metal continued forward, walking ever closer to his final destination. He came to a flight of stairs and scaled them. His expression showed no sign of fear still. Determination and anger drove him wildly. He could barely contain the emotions housed in his body. He didn't even notice that he was clenching his right fist so tightly that blood began to trickle down.
Slowly but surely, Metal entered a large, dark room. Huge windows lined both walls, but it was so dark outside that they really didn't matter at all. Suddenly, clouds gathered in the skies. A thunderous boom rang through the air. Rain began to pour down heavily, and a lightning bolt struck the earth. The room was lit for an instant. That's when Metal saw a glimpse of something. At the back of the room stood a huge, dark, twisted throne...and the person sitting on it was equally dark and twisted. Sigma sat upon the throne, with all of the arrogance that one would expect from a crazed egomaniac like himself. A smug look remained plastered on his face. His face was just about all that was visible, or at least his mouth. His body was covered in black robes, and his eyes were also covered. Metal managed to catch a glimpse of Sigma's smile though--no matter, he was going down either way.
"I knew you'd be coming. You really are a wonder Metal," Sigma hissed.
Metal didn't even flinch. He stared Sigma down like everyone else he faced. Feelings of rage and anger, two of Metal's most powerful and familiar weapons, coursed through his body.
"You're dead," Metal replied.
"How can you kill someone who is already dead? You won't defeat me. You're already a part of my whole plan. You've been quite an effective and amusing tool thus far Metal. It's just strange I never found you before. It's too bad that you don't have any loyalty to me...but in any case, you'll still come to do my will," Sigma answered.
Metal scoffed. Do his will? Who does this guy think he is? Metal shook his head and returned his foe's arrogance with his own. He wouldn't be beaten by anyone, he would never go down without a fight.
"Serve you? Don't make me laugh. I'd never serve an asshole like you. I don't care about what your whole movement is about, or what your deal with X and Zero is. I'm done with them myself. But you had to drag her into this, didn't you? You make me sick, you pathetic pile of shit! I'm gonna kill you and end this once and for all!" Metal screamed, running towards his cloaked enemy.
Just before Metal's attack landed, Sigma vanished. Metal's fist drove straight through the chair, smashing it to bits. He quickly turned around to try and see where his foe went to. There was another flash of lightning outside. In that instant, Metal caught another glimpse of something. Sigma was behind him! An energy scythe whirred to life, followed by the sound it of it being thrust through the air. Metal quickly ducked, avoiding the attack. He quickly stood back up, ramming his head into Sigma's chin, resulting in a powerful head-butt. Sigma stumbled backwards, and Metal kicked him in the chest to send him flying back more. Before Sigma could crash into the wall, Metal reappeared behind him, caught Sigma by his head, and started pulling back on it. He then whispered in Sigma's ear.
"I'm going to kill you. It doesn't matter if you've already died. I'm going to make you suffer!" he hissed, kicking Sigma hard in the back.
Sigma was held in place, but Metal's kicks kept pummeling his back, eventually causing parts to come off. Sigma grabbed his energy scythe and tried to break free of Metal's attacks, and managed to get an attack in. The energy scythe burned Metal's arm, and caused him to loosen his grip a little. Metal cursed, but kept his attention focused on Sigma. Sigma rushed after Metal once more, slicing with his weapon. Metal dodged each and every attack, with the entire ordeal lasting less than a second. They managed to attack back and forth with rapid movement, faster than the average eye could see. Sigma swiped his scythe, Metal ducked, return with a punch, Sigma sidestepped, gracefully moved around to the side, and tried to attack Metal from the left. The dark reploid made a quick jump upwards, avoiding Sigma, and tried to land on top of him.
The robotic menace proved too quick though, and got out of the way just in time. Metal turned and tried to catch Sigma once more, but he was just too slippery. Metal was starting to get pissed. He took out his mace weapon, and stared down Sigma with an intense gaze. He swung the weapon around violently, crashing into everything he could, and at amazing speeds. Sigma nimbly dodged the attacks, vanishing and reappearing like a phantom. He appeared behind Metal once more. However, this time, Metal was the one to have an evil smile. The mace returned at a supersonic speed, ripped through Metal's own body, and slammed into Sigma's torso at full force. Metal cringed, but despite his pain, he could only smile. Sigma certainly didn't see that one coming. Sigma was slammed against the wall, and his current body's innards began to spill out. His synthetic blood gushed out from the wound, forming a pool on the ground.
Metal then rushed after Sigma once more, grabbing his head. As he ran forward, he slammed Sigma's head against the ground. Sigma skidded against the ground, as Metal rushed forward. Metal quickly placed his legs on Sigma's body, and in one graceful motion, kicked downward, causing him to jump up and Sigma to be crushed against the ground. While in mid-air, Metal adjusted his position, going into a diving attack. He drove his spiked fist straight into Sigma's skull, crushing part of it. Sigma still remained alive, but in pain--that was just what Metal wanted. Metal picked Sigma up once again, throwing him up into the air. Metal then jumped up to meet him, and threw him back down to the ground. As Sigma's body bounced off the floor, Metal quickly grabbed it, and he then dropped Sigma over his knee, trying to break him in half.
Sigma screamed and cursed the whole time--something that Metal was very pleased with. He wanted to hear this guy scream in agony. A grim smile returned to Metal's face. He thought he would probably be doing the world a favor in the end--even he had heard a little about Sigma. Maybe this would serve as a form of atonement...but what a strange ending. The legendary villain, Sigma, leader of the Mavericks, slain...by a criminal, and not the Maverick Hunters? That would be an interesting boost of praise for Metal. Metal didn't take any time to just stop torturing Sigma though. After he had broken Sigma over his knee, Metal grabbed Sigma's arm. He then placed his boot on Sigma's side, and began to pull. A violent tearing sound was heard--Sigma's arm came completely off. Sigma screamed, Metal smiled. Metal continued the process with Sigma's other arm. Metal then decided to finally finish things.
"I'm done with you, you piece of garbage. Time to die," Metal hissed, as he pointed his buster arm at Sigma's face, or what remained of it.
Sigma only smiled. He didn't say a word. It made Metal feel uneasy, but he didn't hesitate. He rammed his mace through the rest of Sigma's skull, obliterating it. But at that moment, something strange happened. Metal couldn't see it, but he could feel it. He felt like there was something strange coursing through his body. He couldn't quite describe it. He wasn't fazed though. He slowly got back up, and looked at his wounds. He shrugged them off, despite how serious they appeared. Much to his delight, he discovered Goth in the next room over. She was unconcious for the time being.
Good, she didn't have to see that, thought Metal.
Metal picked Goth up slowly, slinging her over his shoulders. It was finally time to go home. However, Metal then noticed that some other figures were on their way. Other feelings started to arise in his system. Something was wrong...