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Providence Dark Legacy
Chapter diez: rage
by your-biohazardous-friend
After briefing which followed short after the sand storm passed. Caesar shut himself in his lab skipping yet, another meal, hiding from everyone – especially Rex. The Mexican's hands were working instinctively over ZAG-RS. Her cables and wires were sprawled like disemboweled guts of some unknown to anyone being. The scientist seemed to pay no attention to what he has been doing for several hours.
Suddenly the screwdriver in Mexican's hand halted in the middle of the work, then hit the floor with quiet clink as it fell onto the floor. The man lowered his head clutching it in his hands, covering his ears with the arms. He touched robot's cold surface with his warm forehead. Two salty drops fell onto the steel remains of the machine marking their trail on it's stainless frame.
The hear-tearing sob escaped Caesar's tighten throat. It wasn't the fact that Rex was obvious to recognize his own family so painful - it was a cold approach which started with Six and eerily crept into everyone's hearts. After the incident with Van Kleiss Rex, again, started to be wary of him, even more than before.
Teenager's cold, accusing stare was freezing older sibling's blood.
Caesar felt like a innocent person accused for a mass murder he didn't commit.
Or did he?
The Mexican suddenly threw the robot's wreckage in blind rage, scattering papers and readings around the floor, knocking screens from their rightful places. ZAG-RS crashed loudly onto the wall breaking everything placed nearby.
Caesar started to hit the A.I.'s wreckage blindly with his clenched fists, shouting accusations and curses in all known to him languages. The bended and broken metal edges were piercing his skin, the frame – braking his bones. Soon the stainless surface was covered with red smudges.
Dropping to his knees the scientist fought for breath like asthmatic during a seizure. Tears made the vision blurry. Quickened blood-stream was buzzing in his ears. Tiredness made his head pound unpleasantly.
Little did Caesar know, as he was kneeling on the tiled floor of his lab surrounded by blood covered metal pieces, broken glass and papers, that for the whole time he'd been watched.
Holiday shocked face disappeared silently from the screen as she disconnected the call.
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