Snippet #1671743

Subject 12 backed away as much as possible, his back hitting hard against the wall but his attention focused on nothing but the danger in front -- an insane mutant bent on killing him, dragging a painful-looking weapon at his side. If that thing hits me i'm dead... Where the hell is Subject 19.5? 12 couldn't stop himself from shaking, his legs gave way and he fell to his knees, cupping his hands together and praying to live. "Please Subject 16-B, we were friends once weren't we? Come on...you don't need to kill me." As Subject 12 pleaded, the other mutant showed no signs of even caring, he raised his weapon and pointed the tip straight at 12's chest. Suddenly an insane laughter echoed around them; coming from neither of the two mutants. "It seems like you are in some trouble Subject 12..." a voice said but couldn't be seen, "But don't worry I will help you out of this mess." the voice disappeared in an instant as well as the laughter. Both mutants wondered what had happened, but 16-B pulled his arm back and swiftly plunged the head of the spear into the chest of the other mutant.

A single hand grabbed onto the weapon and stopped it just before it pierced the mutant's chest; the hand belonging to a cloaked mutant. Subject 12 let out a sigh of relief as he opened his eyes to stare forward at the cloaked figure, he had a pretty good idea who it was. "It's been a long time subject 16-B." the figure said as he dropped his hood, allowing both of the mutants to see his pure white hair -- and 16 to see his red eyes. Subject 16-B retracted his weapon, yanking it out of the grasp of Subject 19 and held it down by his side, "I hope you didn't miss me..." 19 said as the mutant he was protecting behind him scrambled to his feet. Subject 16-B began to smile, a twisted smile which again was unusual for the mutant and seemed completely out of place. "If it isn't Subject 19, it's like looking in a mirror eh brother?" 16 emitted a small laughter, referring to the fact that they both shared the same features; red eyes, white hair. Calling him brother was a mere state of the fact that they could of been classed as related due to how Subject 16-B was made.

Subject 12 -- who regained his cocky attitude -- growled under his breath, stepping forward to stand by Subject 19's side. "You'll never be like Subject 19! You're just a worthless double!" the words of the younger mutant evoked another burst of insane laughter from Subject 16-B. "Worthless?" he questioned as he quickly used his weapon to stab the bullet wound on Subject 12's arm. The mutant winced from the pain and cowered behind Subject 19, clutching onto his bleeding arm. "At least I do not hide from a fight." Subject 16-B stated in a blunt tone as he brought the weapon back to his side, staring at the blood on its tip. "19." The voice arose from the side of the mutant, a hologram of his Master. "I will never surrender, how much you will break me and scatter my puny mind around I will always fight so just go and kill me already. Just go to the core and break me open without a problem maybe with one hand maybe you will just let it fly to you and then break it as it's air." Subject 21 quickly glanced over towards his commander but then looked back towards his targets. "I just don't care about it anymore you know, this will be my last try and my best work that you will break open with maybe in the best case a little effort. Project 9.999.999."

The entire hallway changed the ground lowered as the room became round opening view to a machine with golden skin standing ten feet tall in total silence as his empty face confirmed his being. "I know how this is going to end I'm going to beat you up stand then you just stand up unharmed only to destroy this being with one attack." Both mutants stared down at the machine as it sprouted golden wings which rejected the light upon it's sharp feathers. Subjects 12 and 16-B were transported to separate rooms, without doors to watch the fight. Subject 16-B's weapon disappeared and he wandered over to the window to watch. Subject 12 growled under his breath, still applying pressure to his bleeding arm and pacing the room to look for a way out. Both mutants eventually decided to watch the fight; Subject 16-B hoped for the demise of 19 whilst 12 hoped that the mutant would win. A situation like this seemed impossible.

After a little while of a flurry of attacks being released upon Subject 19, the voice of 16's master sounded in his head. "He's going to win just wait he's always going to win. I suggest you try the cube now." The commander was recovering from his insane outburst, however he managed to pick up on his orders and took out the small cube which 21 had given him. He looked at it questioningly for a moment, wondering what he was supposed to do with it. He managed to remember the words of his master not too long ago.

"This is one of my projects is contains a Virtual intelligence capable of caring for it's self but more important is the function. This box's contains the core DNA code that causes mutants to drain power from 19 and also a micro sized storage of every mutant expect the ones of 19 and himself of course but still many of his minions are included. I want you to lead the elite team to close contact with 19 and then letting this make contact with his skin or power it will cause effect of him draining his own power to the infinity making him like a circle of power and largely harmless but still immortal as that isn't his power but instead a effect of the power. This box's was hard to make but I will be able to talk to you trough it and assist you."

Subject 16-B glanced down at the box again for a moment before looking out towards Subject 19. "So all I have to do is get thing cube to touch him?" He frowned to himself and pressed his hands against the glass. "Easier said than done..." he mumbled under his breath, planning out a way to get Subject 19 to him since he was unable to go out there and attack him. Suddenly a realization dawned on him and Subject 16-B stood back away from the window. "Master 21 could you bring Subject 12 here?" he smiled, still with a hint of insanity in it.