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(Thorait if you want to stay an AI you can always re transfer into it in a few posts... This is actually just to give you a chance to have a body again xD.)
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Something caused the proceeding mutant to stop it it's tracks, eyes widening at the sight of what was going on outside. Subject 12 stared to the other mutant for a moment as if time had just frozen, but he quickly looked over his shoulder; Subject 19 was close to a human body. "Your master subject 21 is... Gone..." the voice echoed in the heads of both of the mutants, though 12 never considered the being his master -- ever. Shield had already began to collapse at the weight of it's leader's death, the whole place was becoming unsafe now, every mutant knew that -- including Subject 16-B. "I failed 16 I always fail, your in charge now I'm only a human now." his human-formed Master told him as he walked into their room, Subject 16-B frowned and wanted to go after 21 as he left to earth, but he knew that he would want him to follow. No, instead he would want Subject 16-B to carry on with their plans.
The mutant's gaze lowered as he turned back to Subject 12, the anger which the other mutant felt now was so powerful it could almost be seen like a giant tidal wave engulfing everyone nearby. Subject 12 gulped as the huge spear-like weapon appeared once again in the hands of the other mutant, the spark in his eyes showed nothing but pure insanity. Without even giving the mutant time to blink, Subject 16-B lunged forward and stabbed 12 straight through his shoulder with the huge spear, breaking through all of the flesh until it came through the other side. Luckily the spear had missed the mutant's heart, and 12 was just helplessly impaled on the weapon. He let out a small cry for help but it went unheard by everyone as blood already began filling up his lungs and throat. He coughed it out hard and it splattered on the floor below. "Come on Subject 19!" 16 cried out in a maniac tone, filled with both rage and insanity. "Don't you want to save your pathetic little recruit!?" the mutant began laughing, clutching onto the cube in his other hand so hard that it almost snapped, his other hand pushed the spear-head further and further into the soft flesh of Subject 12; the mutant could do nothing but cough more and more blood out of his lungs.
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He had thought about it when fighting 21, the speed and power behind the spikes had been imense, and yet they had not touched him. They couldn't hurt him that easily. His body was resistant to all, he was a plain, solid, fighting machine. He was a creator of death, an armoured warrior that would always stand strong. But he was not indefeatable. He stood stuck in rock whilst thinking over it, and realisation was that he was weak. In many ways he was weak. Mentally weak. Weak in the art of making decisions. He wasn't the strong protector he wished to be, he was yet another mutant, always caught up in the flow of destiny and fate.
He smiled ruefully, who was really right? The computer who wished to bring down the 'God'. Or the 'God' himself? Death now painted these hallways, and destruction lived amongst them. 21 had fallen, as far as he knew, but 41 had held the small group with him together, knowing that panicking would only lead to death. "Oxygen, how long before it would run out?" "Only master 21 would know that, a few hours at best." He contemplated the thought, and crouched at the rubble for a moment...
"Do you know the way to the main computer room? It may not have 21 to run it anymore, but we can still set up a basic system to repower Shield." Even as he talked, the questions still rained upon him. Was it worth it to rebuild this place? Was it really worth it just to save a few mutants lives? Perhaps death was supposed to come to them all today. Perhaps the destruction of 21 was a piece of destiny that was a long time coming. Perhaps a lot of things. But 41 couldn't let these mutants die. He couldn't sit back and watch death come to them while he could possibly avoid such an eventuality....So he did his best. As a temporary leader. How the irony hurt him. "Let's move. The quicker we do it, the more lives we save.".....
37 looked up, feeling the ship come closer. The aura was quite odd, not what she'd been expecting. 21 was alive again? And it seemed from the power she felt, it was the Almight One that had given him life. Maybe, despite his blasphemy, he was one who should not die yet. She watched the ship. Yes, she watched it closely. She could only tell the being inside because she knew of the feeling of half-death. Only one mutant had the half-death so strong.
She waited, waited for it to land, waited for the mutant who was now in the body of a human to walk out. Then, gathering the shadows around her to dispel the power of the sun, she stepped out of her hiding place, letting the darkness slowly drain off her like water slowly dripping off a swimmer that had just got out of the pool. "Welcome, Walker of Death." She speaks, her soft voice carrying. She had stepped out of no-where, with nothing that could hide her. Nothing except her own powers.
"It seems that our lord has had some pity on you." She was now in a quandry. She could not lay the living to their eternal rest, and now that the Walker of Death was no longer dead, she was not able to use her powers. Why don't you walk with him? He will not be able to create carnage after his next death if you are there to finally allow him his sleep. The voice of her family, her brother, were clear to her as day, even if no-one else could hear them. She nodded slightly to herself, her eyes focusing once more on 21. "So what is it that you intend to do now, Walker of Death?"
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She disliked the potential fight already. He is crazed. Perhaps following him may be less functional then we thought. Ever reasonable, her mother spoke shortly. She shook her head as she formed the massive scythe, her mechanical wings flicking out behind her. "How the death of everything is the Greater Good will only be known in your twisted view of the world."
She grimmaced once more, the scythe flicking in an arc to intercept the bullet before slowly disappearing into the black mist from which it came. She turned away from the ship. She would follow from a distance. "You are no longer the dead Walking. I have no interest in laying you to rest. I hope redemption finds you in the life that Our God has granted you." Then she jumped, the wings activating to carry her into the air. She would follow, but the mad one had right to his own room. Even the mad. And besides, Shield had many dead that needed rest now. The Walker of Death would be a problem for a later date.
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21 put the wire in the small glass producer set the solar panels in position to provide energy. He broke open the gun using the parts to his purpose's but he would need to be quickly as he set up the machines around him that began to fill the small ship that began to not be a ship anymore. The basic's were there his chemical knowledge was still great but he found it nothing by what it once was he would need to retrieve it but the weak body was more important. He found to be not used to his new body it was not every where like he once was it didn't fit his needs now he needed to run from one side to the other not having the resources to build a machine to do simple things like monitoring chemicals. He had made a computer form the ships mainframe having programmed it with some basic things but he wasn't happy with it so he redid everything.
The first comfort was a simple little machine made to bring him stuff when he asked for it but a small grey oval with a lens was the real handy thing it could order another machine to do some things so that 21 could focus on making not keeping up some sort of a temperature. 21 let out a small sigh from irritation as the needle made his body bleed again but he did continue and that was rewarded by a white lab coat. 21 wasn't someone that really cared for appearance but the coat was white from the same material that made his armor so though so it was bullet proof and it covered the metal exoskeleton that he had made to give him more strength and speed in general things were going good.
He stepped out of the ship breathing in and out this were the moments that made him satisfied, the moment were he was busy rebuilding form nothing, the moment that the plan hadn't been kicked into the ground by a feet that was the pure thing that 21 wanted to destroy. Now he had a body some emotions did come back many were still away but the pure hatred was there again. These eye's would haunt his new found sleep he knew it but the little devil would pay! 21 looked to the sky for a second sighing knowing it wouldn't happen.
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-THE UNINTENDED END
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