Hellooooo fan-ficers (that's your name now. Like it!)! This is going to be a short intro since I feel I've said everything I can already :P. Only thing I have to say; Kiwi: This is kind of a rigged competition, you have WAY shorter chapters than I do, but you could have more. 0.o We shall see who reaches "Complete" status in due time. :) Until then, Chapter 9! :D
As always: Blood, Gore, Violence, Illegitimate Mysticism, Sexual Themes, and Crass Language. No ownership of any kind, other than the characters that do not exist in either MLaaTR or 40k. Enjoy:
Jenny had struggled for the past few hours before prom to get everything perfect. She was stressed; she had removed and reapplied make-up over and over again, constantly doubting that she was pretty at all despite the whines of protest of her three older sisters. Jenny was not yet in her brilliant dress, she was in the bare minimums; a black tank top and her underwear, exposing some of the circuitry that makes her hips look "wider".
They all remembered their conversation from Monday, all except Jenny of course. An awkward twinge would flow through the three androids, XJ-4, 5 and 6, every time Jenny mentioned her date.
"Damn it!" shouted Jenny to her sisters through the mirror "Eye shadow on my right eye, it's off isn't it?"
"No Jen." Said 6 "We've been over this time and time again; you look fine, you're over reacting."
"B-but." Stammered Jenny trying to protest
"But nothing, Hun." Said 5 "You're gorgeous."
"I just want Ben to think that," the group winced as Jenny spoke "How can he if I don't think I look good. And I don't even know what to do with my hair! Ugh, these stupid rockets are not going to work!"
"I have a theory on that." Spoke the English accented woman from behind her.
Jenny turned and smiled at her mother.
"Come on, to my work bench. We don't have long." Jenny looked to her sisters for some explanation, they shrugged. Jenny then quickly got up and followed her mother to her work bench. Upon arrival, her mother asked her politely to lay her head on the bench. Jenny didn't exactly see what she was doing, she just saw a flash of bright blue light and her "Intense Heat and Pressure" and "Hull Breached" klaxons armed in her eyes. She freaked out a bit as her mother severed her pigtail rockets from her head.
In a few short and very frightening moments, Nora had cut off and replaced her hair-like vises and completely repainted the spots where the welding torches immense heat eroded the paint. Jenny stood up and felt the empty space where her rockets used to be. She now felt a single, smooth, metal replacement. Her sisters looked at her shocked at the amazements of their mother's mechanical skills. Jenny quickly ran to a reflective surface, when she saw the girl in the mirror she immediately ran and hugged her mother, verging on tears.
"It's perfect!" she shouted giving herself a second glance in amazement. Where her duel rockets once sat a large, metal pony-tail of sorts. "I know exactly what to do now! Thank you so much mom!"
Jenny hugged her mother again and gleefully slid down her the banister to the ground floor. As she ran to her room with gusto, she bumped shoulders with XJ-8.
"Oh hey sis." spoke the Automaton with glee. "Wow, you look really pretty."
"Thanks." She said awkwardly at her normally stalwart and emotionless sister's uplifted spirit. Jenny dismissed it and ran to her room again, and began working on her make-up knowing exactly what to do. But as she did that, she realized that something had caught her thigh circuitry. A small metal chain, with a cog as a pendant, was trapped in her joint. She pulled it out and examined it, rubbing her thumb across the skull shape inscribed into the center of the cog.
"Ow! Damn it!" shouted Jenny in pain as a shock of energy, as if it were statically charged, transferred through Jenny's hand, into her arm and down to her core, where her faux heart was. The pain was brief but intense, forcing her to drop the talisman. Jenny looked at it and wondered where it came from… and better yet how and why it hurt her.
Smytus rubbed his hands nervously together as the mass of wealthy people of the hierarchy entered the lavish ball room. The walls were lined with golden silk, and the drapes of a deep, gossamer crimson. A beautiful crystal chandelier composed of crystal scarabs hung high above the red carpet, on the vaulted, gaudy ceiling.
Smytus looked up at the paintings that were drawn on the ceiling by Cluster artists. He saw the eight symbols of the Council, his stood out the most. It was of a human soldier, but not just any soldier, a Spartan. The Spartans were the most deadly and feared of all of the ancient Greeks, and their legends, even for human legends, were spectacular. His namesake was drawn wearing ancient brass armor and grim helm, the profile of which was painted onto Smytus's own shoulder plate. Smytus was a lesser known, but possibly the deadliest Spartan. His untimely demise at the ill fated battle of Thermopylae, was far from tribute to his achievements. It is said that Smytus, formally known as Atilios, was the only Greek to climb mount Olympus, and he stood at the gates of the gods in defiance of their laws and orders, slaying their greatest monsters and pets to gain word with them. In return for his courage, he was granted one gift from the gods. He did not wish immortality, or wealth, or ultimate power. He asked for a name, a name only the mighty and utterly devoted may bare: Smytus, meaning to Smite with wrath… a name even the gods would fear.
"'Tis a great turn out lord." Spoke the sickly Krackus
"Aye, it is." Returned Smytus snapping back to reality
"Why is the Queen not present?" Spoke the surgeon with a cough.
"Previous engagement."
"Ah, 'tis no life like that of a diplomat. Perhaps one day I could hold a seat on the Council of Eight? Right, Lord?"
Smytus only snarled at the sickly scientist. The small machine humbled himself, and left Smytus and joined in conversation with some of the other people at the reception. A metallic, faceless, humanoid walked up to Smytus.
"That is all of the guest list, lord." It spoke in a deep, monotone.
"Excellent, the sooner we can wrap this up the sooner we can move to our second phase."
"Yes, Lord." The Locust Warrior gestured to the two others of his kind at the massive double-doors. The bipedal half-man, half-machine slaves closed the golden, gaudy doors with ease. The Warrior next to Smytus made another gesture to the other two warriors across the room that guarded the other door, they followed in suite.
The hall buzzed with activity for some time. Smytus was waiting for the right moment to strike; he did not want them to suspect their eminent fate. The guilt began to fade away over the next hour of watching these sleazy, rich, undeserving individuals. They were scum wrapped up in a nice shell. They did not deserve a place in their world, not in the new one Vexus has planned for them. No, this new society is not communistic, but spiritualistic. No need for bureaucracy, or laws, or orders of diplomats. No checks, no balances. This would be a new Cluster Initiative, and Smytus believed in it… he believed in his Queen.
After being sickened for an hour of the forced conversations of the aristocrats, he finally took his place upon the podium. The crowd roared and chanted the name "Cluster". He raised his palms to silence them.
"My people, followers of the Cluster Initiative, members of the grand Council of Eight, veterans of wars past, lend me your ears." The crowd roared as Smytus finished his words. He winced, containing the rage within him only barely. He raised his palms again. "As Admiral of the Cluster Armada, and right hand to the Commander and Chief of the Cluster Empire, Queen Vexus, I shall represent her in her absence."
He read his speech through his inner eyes, as he read; each word resonated within him, making him feel the power of the Queen's own writing.
"As we look upon the rebirth of this great world, we shall not forget what brought us to this ruination in the first place. We were arrogant, cocky, self indulgent. But no more, with this second chance bestowed upon us we shall assure that we are never to fall again."
The crowd cheered, and Smytus grinned as his energy and charisma built.
"We shall do away with the Cluster Initiative of our faulted past. We as a society have so much more potential than what we have already been given. I say, out with the Socialism, out with the laws, out with the unnecessary orders that have lead us down this path of damnation and desolation."
Whispers of concern flowed through the room.
"We shall form under the laws of a proud race, long before our time. We will learn from our mistakes to build a society under the one true law; the true law, formed by the Necrons and their righteous gods."
As he said this, approximately two squadrons of Locust Warriors entered the ball room, on the floor above them, and the ground floor. They readied and aimed their weapons at the crowd of roughly two-hundred or so. Smytus raised his palm as the commotion and screams of terror began to rise within the room.
"What is the meaning of this, Spartan?" spoke the ancient, steaming, Jeremiah, sage of the Council of Eight.
"This, grand sage, is the start of the age of the C'tan." Smytus bellowed. "And you people serve no purpose in it."
As the crowd looked at Smytus, they grabbed their loved ones and attempted to escape, but there was no escape, they could only watch. Watch, as Smytus closed his hand into a tight fist, signaling the open fire. Outside the grand ball room, palace serfs and civilians passed by, ignorant of the mass slaughter that took place on the other side of the carved doors.
Kaeris stirred nervously outside of the Wakemen home, he had no idea how to present himself for the occasion. He ran lines through his head multiple times and everything sounded either too rehearsed or too laid back. He felt the intensity of it all creeping up on him, despite how he presented himself, the evening was set to be ruined, but not by him. He was not sure what would ruin the prom, but he knew his identity would falter regardless.
With that in mind, Kaeris walked up to the lit doorway of the three story observatory. He wanted to make his last moments as Jenny's boyfriend meaningful. He wrapped on the door, and after a few seconds and the sound of arguing on the other side, the door was opened, by a four legged machine with a head that resembled a computer monitor of decade's past.
"Oh! Hi!" its spoke with an adolescent giggle. "You must be Ben. Come in"
"Thank you miss…" said Kaeris entering, waiting for a response.
"Oh, you can call me 6." Her digital face forming a smile as she spoke. XJ-6 extended her arm as a gesture of greeting. He shook her hand like a he would any girl, kissing it first. She squealed and her green, digital cheeks flushed.
It wasn't long before he was blocked by a body of other robots in multi-colored armor plating. All of the robot girls had their own unique personality and look, all of which clustered upon Kaeris with glee and praise. The mass of machines scattered as a British accented women descended from her observation deck.
"Girls! Leave the poor boy alone." She shouted.
"Thank you, Dr. Wakemen." He said taking his black fedora off in respect.
"Please, Ben, call me Nora. Sorry about the girls, Ben, they don't see the male variety very often. Especially not one as well dressed and mannered as you." She responded as she met him on the ground floor. She wore a simple, dark dress, rather casual. She wore a yellow rain coat over that. She gestured him to follow her.
"You might want to join me at my work bench. Jenny's still getting ready." She began back up the steps. As he reached the top he noticed that a man sat with his booted feet on a table in front of him as he read a dirty magazine. The man wore a red robe over his grotesque, misshapen, form.
"Top of the evening" spoke the Irishman without looking up. Kaeris slowly began to reach into the inner pocket of his tuxedo coat, where his intricately carved blade was hidden.
"W-who is that?" he asked Nora.
"Oh, that pillock? He's Gerardo, a former colleague of mine. He's harmless, mostly." She responded unthreatened by the cultist of an ancient enemy within her midst.
"Oh," he said taking his hand away from his blade, but still cautiously looking at the grotesque figure. "I see."
After a few moments of interesting conversation with his girlfriend's mother, the girl of the eve had come out of her room, ushered by three of the robots that met Kaeris at the door. She was beautiful, her exo-skin was pale white as it always was, but her hair and lips radiated with a deep blue that was much different than her normal shade. Her eyes were shadowed with a deep purple, complimenting of the rest of her face. She was in a long, light-blue gown that clung to her form, making her look figured and poised. He could not believe the sight of his girlfriend and her awesome beauty.
"Hey, Ben." She said gracefully striding on her high heels, her one exposed leg accentuating the full ensemble to perfection. "Are you ready to go?"
"Of course I am" He smiled, and then jumped off the open rafter with ease. "I'm always ready for you."
She smiled at him and grabbed his hand. She turned to the door, ready to begin the greatest night of her life.
"Well then," she blushed mildly, avoiding eye contact at first, but then looking up at him "We shouldn't wait around then."
The two headed for the door but were barred off by Nora. She was brandishing an old, Tens Era camera.
"I know this a total 'mom' thing to do, but I have to get a picture." She held the camera up to the happy couple and took a photo of them as they pulled close to each other. Nora pulled the camera away and looked at the screen, tears welting in her eyes.
"Oh my god, Jenny." She looked to her "youngest" daughter "When did you grow up so fast? And when did you become so gorgeous."
"Oh, mom." Jenny laughed, feeling embarrassed yet nostalgic of the lost years, not unlike her mother. She leaned down to the short woman and hugged her, too feeling close to crying.
"Well you two go, have a good time. You only get to live once right?" said Dr. Wakemen, obviously fighting off tears of joy and sadness.
After the couple had exited the house, Nora headed back to her workbench, where she was assembling a series of pictographs. After a short period of fiddling, the pictographs sprang to life with vibrant images of Nora's past. Images of her past with Jenny and the XJ's. She thumbed through the selection, feeling a tear drop with each button press. It was just yesterday Jenny was entering high school for the first time, dealing with simple high school issues, battling alien robots and invaders without question. So much has changed since then. Now she is starting life as a normal person, not just a normal teenager, but an adult. She thumbed and saw the last picture in the album. It said December 25, 2055 "Merry Christmas from the Wakemen's". The family clung around a massive, yet intricate artificial tree. She looked at every single one of the XJ's with a loving fervor she is not used to showing. Jenny sat at the far right, her knees held up by her arms. She was smiling, happy with whom she was on the outside, and knowledgeable of her inner beauty. Times were good back then, but the times are changing.
Jenny and Kaeris walked to the school; there was no need to drive, she lived minutes from the school in walking distance. As they walked they held each other's hands, not talking much. Jenny would just laugh occasionally when she would see the man she knew as Ben look at her. Every time she looked up at him, he was smiling down on her.
"What are you looking at?" she giggled.
"Well isn't it obvious?" he smiled. She looked at him puzzled but still half smiling.
"What is?" she continued the trend of answering questions with questions.
"It's you." He said "I've never seen someone so beautiful."
"You're just saying that." She blushed.
"No," he stopped and turned her into him "I'm not."
His voice was pure and completely truthful. She met his eyes with hers, he rubbed her shoulder. The moment was tense for what seemed like hours, before he leaned in and kissed her.
"We should get going." He said, she still somewhat in the kissing position.
"Oh, yea, right." She smiled as she felt the extreme emotion she felt for "Ben" flow through her. This was what love was like.
The two turned back and began to walk toward the school. As they walked, holding hands yet again, Kaeris felt his mind locate a presence. It wasn't within site, but it was close. And the stench of its soul, how corrupt and twisted it was, he knew exactly who was lurking in the shadows.
He looked back at a home they had just passed; its roof top was completely black. He scowled at the shadow as if to challenge it.
"What's wrong, Hun?" asked Jenny.
"What? Huh? Oh, nothing." He responded "Just thought I saw something."
As Kaeris turned around and picked his pace up slightly, the roof top shadows danced, jumping from roof to roof.
"He suspects us, Exarch, we must make haste; claim the objective before he fails." spoke the Warp Spider into his helmet speaker.
"No," responded Fortunatus with venom "I wish to see my brother fail before I slay him."
The dance was all but legendary. The gym had been extravagantly redone to a point of magnificence. The music selection was crafted by someone with a great mind to what the generation listened too. It was mostly retro music from the early Ten's and late new millennium; the classics.
As Kaeris and Jenny walked in, they were met by a wave of grand energy. Jenny was quite literally jumping with excitement. A new song started, Jenny's face lit up.
"Oh my god I love this song!" she squealed, dragging him by his arm to the dance floor.
"Oh… okay…" said Kaeris with protest in his voice. He had never studied Terran dances. He never saw any need in doing so; but he was a fast learner. Jenny pulled him out and began moving her hips with and body with the rhythm of the song. She was good, great in fact. She was classy yet seductive in her own right. He scanned the dance floor for another male getting decent public attention with his dance moves. He copied in suite; frighteningly well. Soon enough the young couple was almost dueling in the way they moved, soon a crowd had formed around them. They were incredible. Once the song had finished and they shuffled off the dance floor.
Several hours had passed, Kaeris was getting antsy, and he had talked with several of the people there and danced with Jenny for basically two hours alone. It was a great party; waiting for the axe to drop had ruined it. Kaeris sat on the table where he, Jenny, and several others of her friends were hanging out. He did not see where his girlfriend wandered off too. His eyes somehow were attracted to the open doors that lead out to the landing on the school steps. There a man with red hair and a tuxedo without his jacket was leaning on the banister, Jenny beside him.
His acute hearing zoned in on the conversation:
"Listen, I'm sorry," Jenny spoke apathetically "I shouldn't have reacted like that."
"You had all right to do so Jen," the man responded "I'm just an idiot."
"Brad, don't do this, not tonight."
"What's so special about tonight?" he said, there was a slur in his speech, as if he was mildly to moderately drunk. Kaeris slowly worked his way over to the landing discreetly.
"Brad, I don't want our last days here to be like this. We've been friends all of high school. Let's end it on a good note." Desperation was heavy in her voice.
"Not while he's around."
Jenny scowled at him and looked up to see Kaeris approaching.
"Hey, Ben." She said changing her tone and moving up to him.
"Hey," replied Kaeris, Brad walked back into the gym, purposely bumping into Kaeris. "What's-"
"It's nothing" said Jenny cutting him off "Let's go back inside okay?"
As they walked back in, the events to come were revealed to him through the psychic channels of the immaterium; he had one hour to assure Jenny was happy before it was all demolished. He pulled her on to the dance floor with gusto.
"Com'on!" he yelled "Like your mom said: 'you only live once.'"
She giggled as he pulled her close to him, placing his arms on her hips, grinding against her. She responded in a similar manner, moving her hips to the hardcore rhythm. Every time the song changed they switched to a new type of dance, they were both great at every single one.
After about a half hour of doing so, the contest winners were announced. The majority were boring and predictable. Brittany Crust won prom queen of course, only because Tiff had one last year's junior prom. Jenny sat with her arm keeping her head up; both of them were bored, until one of the judges called their names. They jolted into interest, wondering if they did something wrong just out of instinct. Quite the opposite, they had won best dancers! Jenny and Kaeris ran up to the stage to accept their reward. Jenny grabbed it and held it above her head triumphantly. Kaeris immediately after pulled her in by the waist and elaborately kissed her, tipping her down and all. The crowd roared.
And as he pulled away and they walked off stage, she noticed even Brad was clapping. He was next to Sheldon who surprisingly had his own human date. For that moment, even though she and her friends were in a dispute, she was content. They barely got a chance to place their trophy on their table, where their group met them with applause, and a slow song was played.
"Well let's give the 'Best Dancers' a chance to show what they've got." Spoke that charismatic DJ. "Here's a classic one, 'Thinking of You', Katy Perry."
Jenny and Kaeris smiled at one another in a signal that they both wanted to go and dance. They were the only ones on the dance floor, a bright pink light awash them. She held his shoulders; he held her waist, her head pressed on his chest. The couple gracefully transversed across the dance floor, soon a contingent of dance filled the room. Several other couples flocked around the inspirational couple and began dancing. Jenny's beautiful blue dress twirled as she danced with the man she was falling hard over. Awash with the red light she looked up to him, she saw his bluish-purple eyes without the sunglasses to bar them away. With the song, and the dancing, and the light, and everything about him, she realized something.
"Ben." She whispered.
He looked down at her, half smiling at her extremely serious face.
"I love you." She said clearly without hesitation, meaning it fully.
As she spoke his eyes welted up with tears, not from the words but from the psychic pain as the events he foresaw and what were about to happen met on the planes of material and immaterial, forming reality.
"I'm sorry," he whispered
Jenny looked at him and distorted her face in confusion, disappointment and forming worry. "What?" she asked, obviously angry at his response
"GET DOWN!" he bellowed, grabbing Jenny and diving off the dance floor. A crashing force smashed down on the gym roof. Debris and chunks of building caved in onto the group of scattering teenagers. Jenny looked up to see, through the dust, six figures smash into the gymnasium with violent force. The impact of the invaders caused a bow wave to arc and dispatch the dust cloud enveloping the interior of the room.
"Ha ha, I always love party crashin'!" spoke a mechanized southern voice.
"No…" said Jenny, still on the floor, pinned down by the gravity of the situation. "This is… impossible."
The dust cleared, and five silver, metallic humanoids formed a ring around another, golden humanoid robot. The robot in the center stood confident and arrogant.
"Cassius!" bellowed Jenny standing up.
"Well, Miss Jenny, seems like you've got a mighty fine reception here." Responded the Southern-like Cluster agent "Have you lost weight?"
"How are you still alive?" shouted Jenny, clenching her fists in surmounting anger. "Isn't killing your whole race enough?"
"For the record, Miss Jenny, I escaped before the palace was firebombed. And another note for the record, the Cluster is not dead. We have risen from the ash like phoenixes and we are thrivin'"
Kaeris saw Jenny's anger build up insider her. "You're a filthy liar, Cassius."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, cupcake." Cassius laughed at Jenny's denial "Oh, what do we have here?"
Cassius reached his arm out to a girl who was attempting to escape the ring of machines with a broken foot, by crawling on the dust ridden floor. Cassius's arm transformed into a massive, electrically charged, claw. He enveloped her with the claw, consuming her entire body. He grabbed her arm and spun in circles whilst humming, as if satirically to dance with her as she desperately attempted escape.
"Release her!" Shouted Jenny with indomitable rage.
"Hmm." Cassius chuckled, but then changed to dead-pan seriousness "Come and get her."
"Gladly" Jenny charged with expert fluency at the nearest charging Locust Warrior. It brought its massive pulse riffle down to bear on her, firing it into the floor. Jenny, a full head and shoulder shorter than the once-human slaves, jumped onto him, transforming her arm into a blade, driving it into his chest. As she pushed off by transforming her other wrist into a small, duel-barreled, sub-machine gun, firing several rounds into the warrior before he died with a series of violent spasms.
Jenny's landing was echoed with cheering from the frightened partiers. Before long, Jenny was attacked from behind; a Locust holding a massive glaive smashed it down into the gymnasium floor, shattering the concrete. She jumped out of the way, flipping over its head, her dress forming a "watercolor" like tail behind her. As she jumped she fired several rounds into the helm of the robot, most ricocheting off of the faceless machine-man. She landed behind him, driving the blade into its heart from behind before it could respond. Another stood behind her, attempting to hit her with the butt of its riffle. She spun on her heel, slicing the neck of the machine as it pulled the trigger. Thick, black, blood-like fluids sprayed from the open wound. Jenny leaned back as the blackness shot out at her, avoiding getting any on her lavish dress. The two dead warriors fell limp and crashed into the debris covered floor simultaneously.
A shot from a riffle fired. She dodged out of its way, avoiding harm. Her dress how ever caught the blaze creating a smoldering, baseball sized hole in the dress at her knee. She looked up at the two Locust warriors that now opened fire at her. She rolled and crouched behind one of their fallen comrades, taking cover. After a few moments she stood up, her wrist transformed into a bracelet of small, short range missiles. She fired three at the Cluster soldiers. As the missiles shot, Cassius held the girl tight and rolled out of range of the blast.
The metallic, mindless drones were obliterated in the fiery blaze of overkill. The fight, in all, had taken less than thirty, mind-blowing seconds. Jenny stood proud, a little dusty but otherwise untouched. The crowd cheered, causing anger to boil in Cassius. The girl's neck was now in the crook of his elbow; a grim headlock.
"Release her and surrender Cassius," said Jenny proudly putting one hand on her hip and aiming the missile bracelet at him "There's no victory for you here."
"You see, Miss Jenny, the Cluster Initiative has changed. We don't make negotiations." Cassius spoke in an eerie, psychotic monotone "And we don't take prisoners."
With the slightest tweak of the machine's arm, all of the bones in the young girl's cervical column were crushed, severing her spinal cord and killing her without her knowing. The crowd gasped, Jenny's eyes widened in terror, but soon turned to rage.
"You Bastard!" as she charged at him, her bracelet transformed into her circular saw, one similar to Cassius's own. Cassius did not move; he instead caught the spinning saw in his massive claw, the blade instantly dulled as it spun relentlessly into his elephantine palm. Jenny could not break free from his grasp, even when pulling with her other arm. He laughed and delivered a crushing blow to her midsection. She toppled over, using this window of opportunity; Cassius delivered a roundhouse kick to her head, driving his heel into her jaw with jackhammer force. She was flat on her back. Cassius laughed as he picked her up by the body easily with his massive claw.
"What was that about no victory?" he spat with arrogant laughter. His other arm turned to the saw like Jenny's; he raised it above his head angled at her neck. "Now, you are finally going to meet your feeble demise, and your friends and associates can do nothing but watch as I rip every part from your body as a trophy to Vexus."
Jenny attempted to squirm out of his immense grip, but she had not nearly enough strength. The body reconstruction must have lowered her number of hydraulic fibers, making her weaker. As well, Cassius was unfeasibly strong and quick. He was never this powerful before the fall of Cluster Prime.
The blade now spun inches away from her neck, Kaeris watched in horror, unknowing of what to do. He had only one option to save her, he did not like it. He would save Jenny, but reveal his identity, and possibly jeopardize the mission. But he had to do it; it's what he saw in his vision. It's what was right.
He stood up, the opening in the gym revealed the clouds to be circling like the eye of a hurricane. Lightening crashed from nowhere, thunder rolled like a freight train. Kaeris was mumbling words of an unknown language under his breath, his fists clenched. As the winds from above began to blow light objects in the room around, Cassius stopped, looking up at the unusual weather. But then Cassius met eyes with Kaeris.
"No," whispered Cassius "Not now."
"Das'Illiath Kora'Motrrea" Shouted Kaeris, his eyes glowing bright blue. Kaeris raised a fist to Cassius, whom dropped Jenny and clasped his neck and chest, as if he were suffocating. Jenny lay on the ground, watching in trepidation as oils and vital fluids poured from rivets, crevasses and the eyes slots of Cassius. Kaeris raise his other hand; his eyes lit with power and quickly closed it into a fist. The armor of Cassius imploded in sync with Kaeris's movements. The thick metal shielding of Cassius crunched up onto his frame like aluminum foil, squirting black oils and hydraulic fluids from every part of his body. The vital juices of the machine sprayed across Jenny's face and chest. She didn't care about that now, she now looked at Kaeris, whose blue eyes were now blank white and ablaze as he walked over to the squirming and sickly wreckage that could once have identified as Cassius.
Kaeris cocked his head at Cassius, whose joints had all but given up on him. He jolted and rolled on his back, making pitiful noises that could be perceived as cries of dying agony.
"We should have annihilated you inbred swine when we had the chance." Said Kaeris in a daemonic voice that was not his own. Cassius's eyeless face showed no emotion, but his death throes increased with higher desperation: a sign of deep, in-beaded fear. A whooping noise was released from the speakers of Cassius as Kaeris extended his hand over the dying machine, his palm down. Thunder rolled in the sky as a single bolt, hotter than the sun fired from the palm of Kaeris and utterly ruined what remained of Cassius's head, leaving only a smoldering crater at the top of a headless machine corpse.
Kaeris loosened his muscles and wiped the small amount of blood from his nose caused by the release of the psychic energy it took to destroy the iron will of Cassius. His eyes returned to their normal color as he looked upon a crowd that no longer cheered, but cowered. He walked over to Jenny, her gorgeous dress sullied by the vital fluids of Cassius. He reached his hand out to help her up, she slapped his hand away. She looked at him with a mix of uncontrollable emotions; fear, confusion, inquisition, anger, hate, sorrow, epiphany. At the apex of such emotional turmoil, she only muttered three short words:
"W-what… are you?"
R&R Please