"Grab him"
"He's heavy! Why don't you help?"
"Cause im busy being boss!"
John slowly opened his eyes to see two teenage boys, they were strange, they both had weird plastic in their eyes , and they were both short, they couldn't be over 5 feet and 6 inches, incredibly short even for young teens. They were highly experienced though, they did their job easily, like they had done it many times before , they were veterans.
The second boy joined in and through john on a surface, seemed like a hover board but was much thicker and larger. It sent shock waves of power through the ground , particles of dirt flying up into the atmosphere
"you got the mag-sled?"
"ya sure" The other boy responded as he hooked something up to the front of the presumed mag-sled, it rose a couple of feet and then accelerated .
"River under?" One asked, stepping onto one of the waiting hover boards, his clothes were natural, cotton? Something seemed off about this pair, nothing major but little things had up.
"Ya, straight." The other one acknowledged, hovering up a couple of inches, it appeared that he had been standing on it but it had been on ground level, how odd.
They seemed to talk in a weird, unknown dialect. They had an unknown coordination, working as though they were one mind; no one had the kind of coordination. They had read in school that rusty's could have their brain waves synchronized, they used to enslave people that way but , it did not look like that , they seemed to have free will and they did not look like rusty's, for the most part.
They accelerated down the buildings, the scales of the suit magnetized to the sled but soon, quickly, lights started to chase them. The Duo was moving extremely fast considering that john was strapped to the back and that they were making very tight turns, maneuvering swiftly.
"o shit, the fizz." One of them frantically yelled, accelerating as fast as he possibly could, but the lights still closed in. The metal on the well built mag-sled began to shake, the screws rattling in the positions, but it looked like they had the strength to remain in their position.
"We are gona have to cut him!" One of them yelled, the winds almost ripping always his words as they flew through was seemed to be a forest, but it was clear they were coming across some sort of beach.
"ya , take my board!" one of them said as he kicked his board towards the other and jumped onto the mag-sled, it was one seamless motion , almost graceful but at the same time extremely clunky and rustic, he quickly fiddled with some controls which started to make it slow down and drift from the hover board, the teen jumped back onto his board which was attached to his friends board, it slowly drifted away and took its own path, they continued, flying incredibly fast but it was clear, from johns view point that they were not able to outrun the pursuers forever.
"O shit." One of them muttered as crimson blood started to trickle down his shirt, he cringed as the pain went through his injured body, he tried to stand up but the pain overwhelmed him.
"Well just hold on, these govy scums got nothing on us." The non-injured one responded, flying closer to his friend to help him stand up straight, if he wasn't solid in his position his board could tear him in half by accident.
"Says the man that isn't having a class 3 hemorrhage." The injured one responded, more blood continuing to spill out of the wound, he cringed more and started to wobble , it was clear that he was bleeding seriously.
"Just hold on , old dock will stitch ya up when we get back ." The other one responded, it was clear that he was lying , but it was a good lie, it probably helped them live a couple more seconds.
"If we get back"
The one that was dripping in crimson started to lose balance and shake , focus falling out of him as the board started to shake and shimmer, it was clear that he was losing control , and he was flying rusty style, no backups. They were quickly approaching a shore, rocks and dirt deadly landing.
He kept loosing balance until he fell off, breaking his neck against the rocks and spreading crimson and guts everywhere a terrible sight in the clean sparkling city. It was a brutal death, but the city almost made it look beautiful, so sad.
The second one kept flying, the last dregs of his strength falling away with the sight of his dead friend. Quick black shapes jump out of one of the hover boards and tackled the boy to the ground, he lifted his head to defy him.
" I don't wanna hurt you but I will if I have to!"
"Go to hell feddie!" The boy responded, biting down on something … Cyanide.
From a balcony two men looked down at what just happened, studying the incident.
"They always won't give up…"
"Well its better than being wiped, I'd rather live on my feet then die on my knees."
"We ever gona get them back?"
"Doubt it, one of them is sinking towards the bottom of a river wearing solid steel …"
"We gona get him?"
"ya…"
One of them turned to walk away , but he turned his head before he began to walk.
"we're still on our knees now."
The water surrounded him , he was slowly sinking towards the bottom of the river, he kept breathing but the pressure of the water was crushing him and his lunges, even though there was air it was so difficult to breath that it seemed pointless. He tried to swim but the metal scales were so heavy that he could no longer resist, he gave up and the sinking continued faster, the light from the sun above diminishing.
"Armor integrity 20%, 20 minutes remaining"
"Shut up"
"Command not recognized, please restate request."
"Lock armor"
The suits scales connected together, john tried to move but it was not possible. In a mode like this they could last for hours, not there 20 minutes previously mentioned.
He slowly kept drifting, until he hit the bottom with a metal clink. He kept shifting his weight till he managed to turn over, he saw something, a metal door, it was heavily rusted and was once painted with vibrant colors , but that was a long time ago.
"Disengage locks."
"Warning suit will only last 5 minutes."
"Override."
He used his last strength to dust of the door, river much slowly moving away, the dirt water crowded his vision but the doors bright florescent paint shown out against the dark surroundings.
He used his last strength to open to door, the equalized pressure made it extremely easy to open, sliding on once oiled hinges. He jumped through, the door quickly slamming shut right after he entered. Dim lights shown through the crimson water, half decayed bodies floating in the water.
He slowly swam towards a whole in the ground , he swam through and kept swimming until he got towards a box with a electrical sign on it. He quickly grabbed some cables, a live charge going through them .
"open conductive points , prepare to receive charging." He ordered to the suit , confidence slightly restored in his voice.
"warning , corrosive water will damage conductive points."
"Override."
"Charging"
Pressure started to lift away as the suits internal systems jumped to life as the electricity flowed into the suit. He sat there for a while , letting the batteries charge , more systems coming to life and the HUD changing from a glass like window to being lightened up with displays and information. He drifted there for a couple of minutes, pressure being lifted by his body as the suit responded, power was nice.
"Power status?"
"30%"
"Close contact points"
A almost inaublible click sounded as the scales clicked shut, John kicked off from the wall and flew towards the center, a computer station. He pushed a button, a hum came out from the computer station as it slowly came to life. He quickly by passed the security system, going right around the OS and though the backups, what morons left a unprotected backup that could be accessed by the BIOs. He quickly entered a series of commands, the doors quickly slammed shut and a force field appeared over the gap in the ceiling above, the water slowly started to drain out, leaving only a heavily damaged command center, corrosion damage evident, everywhere. What if…
He sat down, there was nothing to do , if he tried to make it to his surface he would be crushed by pressure long before he could make it to the surface. If he managed to rig a bungee jackets battery to through him upwards he would still be crushed by the pressure. There wasn't nearly enough power in the systems and the magnetic systems were already incredibly damaged before corrosion.
The first day being stuck down there was terrible, waves crashing into the sunken tower, he spent most of his time pacing, thoughts passed through his mind, what if someone came down to rescue , what if he died there, what would his parents think happened to him , what would his friends think, what would the government say.
The second day just got worse, hunger and thirst knawed at him, driving him insane, boredom was also terrible, it seemed as though the metal doors were rusting in place and that escape was impossible. The force field seemed to falter, he would always see , in the corner of his eyes water gushing in but when he turned to face it , nothing came in. it was also on that day when the stop gap chemical for his disease gave up, it started suddenly but it continued, blood and lung tissue filled the floor of the room , and it just got worse from there.
On the third day it happened. Always the third…
"Galm, we got a mission for you."
" o, fun what's it this time."
"rescuing a wipe from the bottom of the river, its stuck in that tower we sank couple weeks ago."
"the bastard that sent Spence and Elliot to their death, why shouldn't we just let it die?"
"it used to be one of us…"
"ya, it…"
"and we get ?"
"I am your commander"
"was"
"and we get?"
"if we accidently leave him in a room with you…"
Instantly
"deal"
The silver suited figures quickly swam though the water, black synthetic muscles contracting and expanding with incredible strength, the pressure pushing down on them meant nothing. The advanced technology easily pushed through nature, they kept going .
They got towards the door and quickly slung it open , swimming through they swam through the bodies, quickly reaching the door, it was sealed shut , corrosion and rust sealing the door shut.
"You fucktard, you in there?"
"scum"
"trash"
John tried to respond but his mind was to scrambled and confused.
"whatever " One of the figures said , taking out a plasma cutter and effortlessly in les then a second cutting a human sized hole in the door.
They slowly proceeded into the room and looked around , it was clear that humans had occupied the area for a prolonged time. Water began to flood into the room , they did not have a lot of time if they wanted to save his life.
One of the figures grabed the near death black suited figure, the other one quickly advanced towards the computer mainframe , he slowly with practiced hands removed a metal gleaming device, it was woven into the complex computer system.
"ready."
"ya sure, I can see why they had a hard time carrying this fucking wipe with only a mag sled." The other responded, throwing the ugly over his shoulder. They slowly swam towards the surface, fins appearing on the surface of the suits.
"where am i?"
"hell"
A/U note : sorry it took so long , but been working on my other stories and slacking off.
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