Re: Battle Royale! Round 6: Wainwright Omega 57
05-08-2010, 05:26 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
For what felt like the thousandth time since the battle had started, Mike wished he could just be somewhere else. Someone else. These deep, natural feelings however were constantly being supressed by Eda's control over him. He had tried fighing, but her ressurection had increased unstabalised her mental state. Every time Mike got a little control, her mind would change to compensate and attack again.
And now he was in pain again. He alwaus felt the pain. Eda could ignore it, she wasn't in mortal danger, only the body she inhabited was. But Mike always felt the pain. Back when the insanity clouded his mind, he felt the pain then too. The fear of death did not come with pain however. When it came, Mike only prayed for an ending. To pain. To killing. To everything. Death would release him from his torment. He wished for such a punishment. Retribution. He needed to die, and he knew it. Either Whit or Zeke would have to do it though. Mike's primitive honour told him that this thing, this insignificant thing was not going to be the death of him!
The blast of the triggered explosivesmacked against his chest, but he rolled with it through the air, dispersing most of the damage in an area instead of a single point. He was used to such things hitting him now, and the low gravity made such a move easier than usual. He touched down on ground, and gazed at the small robot that was Whir. It dropped a small handheld switch from one of it's small limbs, but Mike noticed several more that were strapped to it's canopy.
"I'll kill you i'll kill you i'll kill you you... Murderer!" It screamed at him.
And Eda answered with Mike's voice. "Come and have a go..."
Whir activated another switch with a click and the ground below Mike erupted a split second after he leaped away. the rocky surface of the asteroid was too uneven to estimate where the other pockets of explosives were, so Mike back leaped backwards into the air, floating through the light gravity. He hefted his impromptu shield on his vectors and spun, picking up speed with every resolution, and thew it towards Whir, It's speed would have smashed the bot with ease, but it missed, and now Mike was left dizzy and floating as Whir opened fire with a submachine gun, that was, not to Whir's caring, an Ingram 9mm. The bullets peppered Mike's vectors and forced him back until he was out of the range of the gun. He shook the bullets off and paused. He recognised the shells. They were the same bullets he was using. With this in mind, Mike leapt, attempting to return to Whir's asteroid. Whir was attempting to insert a second clip but fumbled, and instead dropped the weapon and flew away. As Mike touched down a wave of dizziness came over him.
Give it back
What? Give what back? Oh, I guess you're stronger than I though Mike. Mhmm.
Actually, I just found out something. You see, you have access to all my memories, however, there in itself is a two-sided blade, if you catch my drift.
Wha?! How could my own memeries be an advantage against me huh?
No. It's not your memories that's the problem here. It's the lack of them. Before this game, there's nothing. Your memory begins with me being taken. In other words, you cannot be my creator. Eda. You are just like me. No, you are less. And now I'll prove it!
Eda's sanity smashed to pieces like a plane of glass, and Mike took this oppertunity to slam everything he had at her subconsious. She didn't even resist. Eda's black form ejected from Mike's head as he took control, and slumped to the floor. She wasn't moving.
Mike didn't check for life signs. He picked up the discarded weapon, inserted the dropped magazine, and walked on without looking back.
For what felt like the thousandth time since the battle had started, Mike wished he could just be somewhere else. Someone else. These deep, natural feelings however were constantly being supressed by Eda's control over him. He had tried fighing, but her ressurection had increased unstabalised her mental state. Every time Mike got a little control, her mind would change to compensate and attack again.
And now he was in pain again. He alwaus felt the pain. Eda could ignore it, she wasn't in mortal danger, only the body she inhabited was. But Mike always felt the pain. Back when the insanity clouded his mind, he felt the pain then too. The fear of death did not come with pain however. When it came, Mike only prayed for an ending. To pain. To killing. To everything. Death would release him from his torment. He wished for such a punishment. Retribution. He needed to die, and he knew it. Either Whit or Zeke would have to do it though. Mike's primitive honour told him that this thing, this insignificant thing was not going to be the death of him!
The blast of the triggered explosivesmacked against his chest, but he rolled with it through the air, dispersing most of the damage in an area instead of a single point. He was used to such things hitting him now, and the low gravity made such a move easier than usual. He touched down on ground, and gazed at the small robot that was Whir. It dropped a small handheld switch from one of it's small limbs, but Mike noticed several more that were strapped to it's canopy.
"I'll kill you i'll kill you i'll kill you you... Murderer!" It screamed at him.
And Eda answered with Mike's voice. "Come and have a go..."
Whir activated another switch with a click and the ground below Mike erupted a split second after he leaped away. the rocky surface of the asteroid was too uneven to estimate where the other pockets of explosives were, so Mike back leaped backwards into the air, floating through the light gravity. He hefted his impromptu shield on his vectors and spun, picking up speed with every resolution, and thew it towards Whir, It's speed would have smashed the bot with ease, but it missed, and now Mike was left dizzy and floating as Whir opened fire with a submachine gun, that was, not to Whir's caring, an Ingram 9mm. The bullets peppered Mike's vectors and forced him back until he was out of the range of the gun. He shook the bullets off and paused. He recognised the shells. They were the same bullets he was using. With this in mind, Mike leapt, attempting to return to Whir's asteroid. Whir was attempting to insert a second clip but fumbled, and instead dropped the weapon and flew away. As Mike touched down a wave of dizziness came over him.
Give it back
What? Give what back? Oh, I guess you're stronger than I though Mike. Mhmm.
Actually, I just found out something. You see, you have access to all my memories, however, there in itself is a two-sided blade, if you catch my drift.
Wha?! How could my own memeries be an advantage against me huh?
No. It's not your memories that's the problem here. It's the lack of them. Before this game, there's nothing. Your memory begins with me being taken. In other words, you cannot be my creator. Eda. You are just like me. No, you are less. And now I'll prove it!
Eda's sanity smashed to pieces like a plane of glass, and Mike took this oppertunity to slam everything he had at her subconsious. She didn't even resist. Eda's black form ejected from Mike's head as he took control, and slumped to the floor. She wasn't moving.
Mike didn't check for life signs. He picked up the discarded weapon, inserted the dropped magazine, and walked on without looking back.