Title: His mission

After The BRAIN is destroyed, the world begins to settle once more, everything heals and life begins to grow. One of the fallen gets a second chance to revive what was lost in battle. But can he succeed?

I Still Own Nothing!

_-_-_Part 19: Fight_-_-_

Leading the beast on, 5 made sure to keep a safe distance. He didn't actually know where he was leading the machine but he knew it had to be far enough to allow 7 and 9 time to get away. On occasion the machine would stop, and while it gave 5 a chance to distance him from it, he would have him ducking from flying debris as the machine swatted metal and wood around like flies.

Squinting he looked back as the eye emerged through the darkness of the upturned dirt. He felt his joints seizing up as he stayed fixed in place; the eye seemed to tear right through him for the second time. Backing up he nearly tripped as he began to run.

Glancing around him he noticed that he was getting closer and closer to where he and 9 traveled to find 2. He knew that this area had very weak ground and he had to watch out for the spots that risked giving out. Running over to the sandbags he began to climb over them; a small gust of wind nearly sending him back down. He reached the top and spared a second to look back. He machine still wasn't nearly as big as the Fabrication Machine, so where the old machine would have been able to; this machine couldn't climb nearly as fast.

Running a few yards across the bags he looked around, the large canyon wasn't too much farther from here, if only he could reach it, then he may be able to do something…

Suddenly the bags around him seemed to explode into the air as he was sent falling to the ground. He made a pained sound and watched as the machine crawled down and hunched over him as it hissed.

Reaching back he pulled his crossbow and pulled the already loaded needle back, taking aim he quickly shot the needle around the side of the eye to the soft rubber that held the glass in place. The machine arched back and static flew from the puncture. 5 turned and scrambled from beneath the machine and began to run over the ripped and torn sandbags, occasionally getting his legs stuck as he tried to get away.

He made it into the broken tunnel and began to look for any small spaces that he might be able to get into to provide himself with a temporary hiding place. He settled for a small area of collapsed and rotting wood. He stayed long enough for the machine to catch sight of him and only ran when it began to run towards him. He sprinted through the small space close to the edge to look out when the beast seemed to slow down.

He stopped when the beast screeched out and he turned to see that it had gotten itself stuck in the small collapsed passage. Grunting 5 moved from his hiding place and threw a rock at it to catch its attention. The machine creaked and thrashed around after it was hit and 5 used the moment to throw another one as the machine finally tore through the wood with its new found rage. The machine sparked and 5 saw as the flashes caught to the dead wood and set a small fire. Turning he ran to exit the tunnel with the machine ripping through the restraints that held it moments before.

It wouldn't take long for 5 to reach the cliff, though from his position he still wasn't to the open canyon just yet. All along the cliff laid broken stone walls littered with the rotting bodies of dead soldiers. 5 didn't have time to stop as he ran over corpses that rested against it.

He turned to run in the other direction when the machine suddenly slammed its mechanical arms down onto the ground before they were forced sideways, hitting 5 against the stone wall. He felt his bag as it became lighter; most of his things were falling over the place. He looked to the beast and its eye which grew brighter as it screeched again. A spare arm reached to around the eye and pulled out 5's needle; crushing it in its cold hand it tossed the bent metal down beside the stitchpunk, showing the stitchpunk just what was about to happen to him.

5 shook and looked around; there was no escaping the beast as long as it could see him. He reached around and looked frantically for something. Finally his gaze fell over the vile that once rested in his bag. Reaching over the vile scraped against the ground as 5 held it up to examine it.

6's ink…

Looking back at the beast 5 stood up and held the vile in his hand, now he had an idea. Backing up he reached back and waited as the beast moved closer to him as he knew it would. As soon as it was within about five feet the fifth stitchpunk turned and threw the ink at it; the glass vile immediately shattering was it was forced to come in contact with the large thick glass eye.

Screeching the machine moved its large metal hands to its eye and began to claw at the ink that was seeping over the eye. It began to stick and the machine only succeeded in scraping through the glass, leaving deep scratches. It got up and static flew through its body and circuits as it stomped over the ground, blindly following 5.

5 looked at the machine and began to run; he felt the beast was following faster, looking back he saw that it had extended two cone-like objects attached to its head. Shaking his head he yelled at himself in his head, He knew that when one sense was lost, the others grew stronger. By cutting off and preventing the monster's sight; he only made it more possible for him to get caught. Now as he ran he noticed that the machine was catching up to him faster and faster, every time he tried to make even the slightest movement in any other direction the beast picked up on it and almost like a shadow, followed him.

5 knew he had to find some way around this, but it was hard to see which way he was able to go. On one side he had the canyon, and on the other he had unstable ground held together by wood and rust. He came up against an enclosed area next to the canyon. He originally wanted to send the beast over the side and have it whisked away by the river, but then he had the fear that it may cause the machine to come back eventually.

The wall next to him was knocked over and it nearly forced him into the canyon as he turned to see that one of the large arms was right above him. He reached back and grabbed the half blade that was salvaged from 2's old weapon and a thick sewing needle. He saw that the wood laid area was to his left and he knew the end of it was coming up fast, he had to act now.

He turned and ran to the beast, running under it he took the needle and stabbed it into the machines joints as he sunk the blade into its wiring that was bound around the mechanics. The beast screeched and slammed its fist down, cracking 5 over the head as its individual path changed. From the injured leg it limped over and began running straight to the unstable ground.

5 laid on his side, holding his head in both of his hands. He opened his optic in pain and watched as the machine lost control of its legs and ended up running straight to the large already broken boards of wood. As it stepped over the debris, the ground gave out under its feet and half of its body fell through the collapsed ground. He continued to hold on with its monstrous arms and screeched and groaned under its weight. Groaning the fifth stitchpunk grabbed the blade and stood up on shaky legs. His head spun as his only optic shuddered, static flying across his vision.

Moving to the monsters hand he took the metal in both hands and stabbed down violently, cutting through rubber and wires. The machine let go of the hand that was hurt and now stayed suspended by one tight grip. 5 limped to the other hand and was stopped from his violent attack to look down at the machine. To him this felt the same as it did before. When the fabrication Machine was first brought out of its sleep 5 was terrified; now this machine was in the same position that 5 was in all those months ago. It felt like it was the same exact story, like he was reading a book for the second time, knowing how it ends and knowing that he was now the one who could change the ending.

But it wasn't the same; this machine looked like the Fabrication Machine just as it did years ago. Killing it wouldn't be wrong… after all, he was avenging 2. He lifted the blade above his head with both hands and with a cry he forcefully cut into the machines hand. 5 barely had time to see the beast as it fell to its death, impaling itself on a few large rock formations. He watched the eye crack against rock as fire broke out from the loose wires and any and all gashes in its mechanical body.

Turning 5 limped from the area but didn't make it far. He collapsed as the pain in his head grew. He reached up and gasped; he moved his hand over his remaining optic and found that when he touched it the metal the whole optic moved. It was so loose it risked falling out. 5 tried to push the optic back into his head but found that it only made it looser.

He saw the static fly across his eye and he clenched his head in pain. He only saw black and gray as the fizzing sound in his head rang out. Shaking; his body fell forward and landed on the ground, the force of contact knocked the optic out of his head; now it's only attachment to its owner were by the two wires that bound the mechanics together.

He felt his head and his optic as it hung from his eye socket and he cried out when the fizzing from the broken mechanics started to flood into his head like a dam that had just broken. He covered his head with both hands and cried out; the pain was unbearable.

He felt his metal fingers as they dug into his burlap skin, he thought he could hear every broken snap as he tore through loose fibers. His head rung out with small pangs and it sent waves of pain to the broken eye. He saw through the static the growing fire and knew he had to move if he didn't want to risk getting caught in it.

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Crawling from the battle ground he made it a good few yards away to solid ground before he finally collapsed on the dirt. He was on his side, grasping at the ground to try and give himself a few more feet to safety but his body just wouldn't move any farther. Panting against the ground he reached above his head and dug his hand into the dirt, pulling himself another inch before he rolled onto his back and shuddered. He didn't know just how long he must have been laying there; he could see the sky changing with the passing of hours. The time few by as he felt himself loop in and out of consciousness, and by the time he was able to stay away for more than a few seconds it was already dark.

In the distance the sound of crackling fire became more apparent, and soon another noise would as well. 5 pretended not to hear it at first but he found it was becoming harder to do so. He opened his optic which was lying on the ground a few inches from his head. He saw three mechanical legs walking towards him from the fire site.

He panicked a bit and he felt his optic rattling as he looked around to get a better look at this new machine but he also felt his optics fading much as they had been doing for the past few hours. As he watched the machine he let out a cry. 9 and 7 were safe; he knew that he was the sacrifice for them. He also knew this machine may very well be the end of him. Looking up to the sky his now blanking optic sputtered with static before it faded away into darkness, the growing sound of metal against the ground drawing closer to him.

He began to whisper out things he knew, things about his family, about 2. He tried to keep himself brave but it was running out. He tried his best and did more than he ever thought he could by himself, though now he felt as though his best wasn't good enough. He hardly had a moment of peace as he felt thin metal claws move onto his body, and the last thing he felt was his body being dragged from his resting spot.

Part 19 – Done!

Sorry for the late update, school work has officially built its office above my head in the form of a little gray thunder cloud. Thanks to those who have read and reviewed this fiction, I'm sorry if this one seemed a bit off. I've been having trouble writing it alone with serious writers block. I had so much trouble that I started working on chapter 20 while I thought of what to write for this one. If anything seems off I would feel grateful if you message me about it ^^;

Next week will be the final chapter of "His Mission". Thank you to all who have been here for the 20 chapters of madness ^^ I want to wish everyone Happy Holidays! Thanks for reading and I hope you come back for the next and final part! Thank you!