After a bit of thinking, I decided to cut down on the chapter length from now. Also, fight scenes will be shorter because I realized there's no point in having it drag on for so long. Most people probably just skimmed them.
Alright, just to clear a few things up. The last part was Aile talking to herself, in a way. For those of you who watch Bleach, think of it as the relationship between Ichigo and Hollow Ichigo, or for Naruto, Naruto and the Kyuubi.
As for any confusion about the biometal, Weil just took Model Z and modified it to suit his own purposes and forced Aile to use it. I know that the Points of View aren't that good, but they're necessary for some parts. Fear not, though, since this chapter uses quite a bit of third person POV.
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Weil's Base
"Alright, so what could be so important as to pull me away from taunting the Chosen One?" Prometheus comfortably sits on a wooden four legged chair and props his leg up on another four legged chair. He looks at the other occupants of the room, including Pandora floating in mid-air, Phantom leaning against the doorway, Iris just standing on the ground and Weil floating like a hologram. Everyone at the base is gathered except Aile.
"Well, take a look at this." Weil snaps his fingers and a holographic screen appears in view. The screen focuses on a small dot to show a certain brown-haired ex-transporter. "It seems that he's alive after all."
"Tell me where he is and he won't be for long." Prometheus eagerly sits upright to get a better look at the monitor. "He's already recovered from his injuries. I've been waiting a long time for this moment."
"That won't be necessary. He's not our top priority right now." The image of Vent disappears after Weil snaps his fingers again. "However, there is one problem with this discovery. The satellite that managed to take one quick snapshot of Vent has been destroyed and its memory has been tampered with. We can't pinpoint his location."
"That's exactly what I'm saying. If you let me take care of him, then we won't have to worry about anything like that." Prometheus declares with annoyance clear in his voice.
"The problem isn't Vent, Prometheus." Phantom speaks up. "Vent couldn't have hid his presence like that alone and the Guardian Headquarters is nowhere near the area that he's situated in."
"So he's working with someone else. That's just more the reason to finish him off right now!"
"We shouldn't get our priorities mixed up. Right now, we need to prepare for tomorrow's battle. This will be our best chance to bind Aile to her fate for good." Weil turns to Phantom. "Go and scour around the area that Vent may be at and look for anything strange. We can't have anything disrupt our plans."
"Consider it done." Phantom disappears like a shadow.
"What do you want me to do when battling Aile tomorrow, Master Weil?" Pandora asks, still floating in the air. "How far should I keep battling her if I'm winning?"
"If she can't fight back, then just destroy her. I have no use for unnecessary weaklings." Weil stops speaking and lets his words hang in the words for a few seconds before continuing. "Do you understand, Pandora?"
"Yes."
"Good, that will be all for now." At Weil's last word, his holographic image fades out and every member of the room disperses.
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He's still alive after all. That's great. This time, nothing will rob me of my victory. Every time I stare at his ignorant happy-go-lucky eyes, I want to do nothing more than bring the weight of reality crashing down his shoulders and then I'd like to see him try and laugh again.
I remembered my life before all of this happened. I wandered aimlessly without a purpose. As time went by, everything changed around me. The people I knew left one by one and I've become alone.
For years after years, I had no purpose in life. I watched the time pass through but no matter how long I waited, I was still the same. I was alive but in a way, but I never lived. It wouldn't have made any difference whether I was dead or alive. I desperately searched for a reason to keep on living until I finally gave up. I tried to take my own life many times, but each time when I stared at the face of death, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Then, everything changed for me when I met Model W. The power that I dreamed about became a reality and I happily executed the fools of my past who ignored me and paid me no attention. Now, I have one purpose and one purpose only.
I have finally found what brings me joy now. To see humans and reploids alike wallow in the darkest depths of their despair before they die. For that split second, they realize the reality that I've finally come to terms with. For that split second, I know that I'm not alone.
Now, Vent, you better hurry and get here so I can end your pathetic excuse for a life. I don't care what Weil's plans are. I'll defy him if I have to in order to destroy you at my own hands. Weil wants Aile to be the one to kill you and as much as I'd like to see that, it still wouldn't be the same.
I am Prometheus. I will no longer run from death. I am Death! The days of me being a weakling are long gone and now, I will reward myself with the joy of watching you die, Vent. Wherever you are, you better not die. I know that you'll be coming here for Aile, so you better not keep me waiting for long. Now, the only reason I have to live is to fight and to kill. As for you, Vent, you're on the top of my list.
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This can't be true! I'm just imagining that there's a voice in my head. Wait! This started after I got that biometal. Maybe Weil is behind this. Yeah, that's right. He's definitely up to something, but there's a voice in my head right now. Whether or not it's a part of me like it claims to be, I don't know yet.
"I can hear you, you know? Why's it that hard to believe that I have and always will be a part of you?"
There are a lot of reasons that it's hard to believe. The most obvious reason would be because normal people don't have voices in their heads that could read their minds.
"Well, normal people don't go around hunting down Irregulars by using biometals. Face it. You stopped being normal the day our mother died."
What did you say?
"Which part? Oh, you mean 'our mother'?
Yes, that one. Don't call her that. I refuse to be associated with you.
"What's the matter? Are you afraid of not getting attention?"
Tell me what you want and then SHUT UP! You're really starting to bug me now. I don't care who you say you are, I want you out of my mind.
"What I want? Shouldn't that be obvious? My objectives are the same as yours, to escape from here. You can't win and you know it."
There has to be a way to get rid of it. Wait, if the biometal is what's causing it, then… I deactivate the biometal and wait for a voice. After holding my breath for what seemed to be a minute, I let it out. The biometal was the cause after all, but it seemed to know everything about me. How do I fight Pandora if I have a voice in my head distracting me?
"Are you still here?" Oh, please don't tell me it didn't work. I turn my head and almost sighed with relief when I saw that the voice came from someone solid. It's Pandora, what's she doing here? "You look tired, what were you doing here?"
At that moment, I noticed the dark blots of sweat staining my shorts and jacket. Did that conversation weaken me physically? I haven't felt this weak in a long time. I can barely stand up properly. If I didn't change back to my human form, then I would have collapsed from exhaustion by now.
"You should probably get changed and rest. I left some new clothing for you at your mattress."
"What time is it?" I try to look for a window to check the sky, but there are none in the room. How do they stand being so jailed up in here? Oh wait, that's just me.
"It's about nine in the evening."
"Alright, I can find my own way around." I walk along in the hallway, now knowing where to turn after the first time. After barging into three wrong rooms, I managed to find mine.
I checked on the straw mattress and sure enough, a new set of clothing awaited me. What type of clothing did they pick for me? I went over there to check and found white shorts and blue jacket exactly identical to my usual attire.
What should I do now? There isn't really anything to do here, so I might as well go to sleep. I lay on the straw mattress fully clothed as I try to clear my head, but nothing seems to work as I toss and turn endlessly.
What's everyone back at Guardian Headquarters doing right now? Did they forget about me? I'm sure that they're worried, but I suppose there really isn't anything they can do to save me right now.
What about Vent? Something tells me that he's still alive, but that same thing also tells me that he's in danger. Tomorrow, I'll earn my own freedom, but I can't help but feel as if there's some sort of trap waiting for me. Of course, I'll have to use this twisted biometal and then it will show up again.
"I would appreciate it if you stop calling me that."
What the!? It's back? I didn't use the biometal, what's going on?
"The biometal helped me talk to you longer before my time's up, but that doesn't mean I can't talk to you without it. Well, it seems that my time's almost up. I'll let you rest for now, because I want to be freed from this place just as much as you do."
Fine, then, just go away. How about if you stop talking to me, I promise to stop referring to you as it in my mind?
"Alright, fair enough. However, sooner or later things will change. You will be the one stuck without a body and I'll be the one in charge. That, I can guarantee you…"
After her last words, my mind became dark and blank. I finally feel myself getting drowsy…
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Innerpeace
Prairie walked along the dark streets as the lights slowly turn on. She crossed the streets and looked around to see the lights becoming dim in the buildings of Innerpeace. "It's getting pretty late. I should go back now. I feel like I'm back to normal."
Unbeknownst to Prairie, a dark shadow appeared meters away from her. The shadow slowly takes on a solid shape before becoming a purple vampire-like Robot Master. Shademan silently glides in the opposite direction of Prairie before disappearing from sight.
CLUNK!
Prairie looks up to find the source of the sound and a large raindrop lands on her face. More and more raindrops fall down before Prairie faces forward again and continues walking. Her pink coat is now drenched in water from the heavy downpour as she tries to stay close to building to stay dry.
"I don't think the rain's letting up any time soon. I better get back right now." Prairie walks a few streets away and types in the co-ordinate to Guardian HQ, but an error message appears.
"Due to the heavy rain, electrical wires have been knocked down in the central, northern, and eastern districts of Innerpeace. The trans-servers have been put out of order until repairs are complete."
Well, that's just great. They say that rain is a bad omen. Well, we sure haven't had any good luck in quite a while, so the rain is a few days late. I better go find some shelter and quick. Prairie finds the entrance to a café and doesn't wait for a second thought before entering.
A small floating round robot greets her after she enters. "Hello, welcome to the JC Café, Please place your order."
A warm mug of coffee would be very inviting right now. Did I bring any E-Crystals, Zennies, or my card? Prairie digs into the pockets of her coat to search for anything that she could pay with, but finds nothing. "I'll have to think about it for a while."
"Please be seated at Table Twenty." Prairie finds her way around the crowds of people gathered here and sits down at a round table for four. She tries to keep herself occupied by paying attention to the conversations around her.
"Did you hear about all the Irregular attacks on the Guardians? This place is falling apart without Slither Inc. As much as I hate to admit it, things were a bit better when Serpent was around."
"What's that crazy idiot doing standing in the rain like that?" Hearing that, Prairie turns toward the transparent walls of the café before finally locating what looks like a figure. Focusing and changing her vision allowed Prairie to get a better look, not that she saw much.
The figure was just standing there with his, since he had the framework of a male, arms wide open, letting the rain soak him. A few other customers are staring as well before the cloaked figure moves toward the café.
Prairie returns to staring at her table while trying to listen to the other conversations around her. The sound of the doors opening catches her attention and she manages to see a glimpse of the cloaked figure entering the café.
"Mind if I sit here?"
It takes Prairie a few seconds to realize that the question was directed at her before she turns her head and responds. "That's not the best pick up line I've heard, but go ahead."
The two of them sit in silence while the chattering of the other customers continues. A tray with two mugs of black coffee is put down by the robotic server and the cloaked figure pays with a quick swipe of his card. "Here, you look like you need something hot."
Prairie looks at the cup carefully, examining it for funny bubbles or anything else to show that it's been tampered with. Prairie let's the steam from the coffee warm her head before taking a small sip.
"You should take off your coat or else you'll catch a cold." The stranger suggests as he carefully watches Prairie sip her coffee before drinking his own.
"This is coming from the maniac who danced in the rain?"
"I find it as a way to think. What I think is strange is how a bit of water can scare everyone back into their homes or desperately searching for shelter." The cloaked stranger takes another sip. "You look like you won't be able to get back to Guardian Headquarters for the night. You can stay at my apartment if you want."
"You recognize that I belong with the Guardians?"
"It's pretty obvious. It doesn't matter how drenched you are, I can still recognize the Commander of the Guardians. Besides, you have no reason to not trust me."
"You mean other than the fact that you're covering your face with a hood like a criminal?" Prairie replies before finishing her coffee. Well, I can't stay here for the night, but going to a stranger's house, especially one dressed like he is isn't the next best alternative.
"Alright, I suppose it wouldn't hurt." The figure lowered his hood and light illuminated his face for the first time since he entered. Prairie's eyes opened wide as recognition dawned on her.
"Forte!?"
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Here, we got to see the psychological workings of one of our lovable villains, Prometheus. Well, remember to Read and Review. Sorry I couldn't post this yesterday, I had to go after I posted it on EXEHQ.