From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] The temptation of Mechatack, part II
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 1992 03:41:41 GMT

Hendrix leaps from building to building, and he has to fight to keep from
grinning ear to ear at Mechatack's childish trust. Mechatack now follows
him; it took the child no time at all to learn how to go about Generica
from up above, and now the kid was bounding from building to building with
no problem.
Although slightly disturbed by the news (telepathically delivered by Mother)
that the Kronquestors had made it to her lair, Hendrix was confident she
could handle it. She had taken care of many such groups of so-called heroes
before, and this one would be no problem. Plus Hendrix was high on the
success of his mission, and even worrying about Mother could not bring him
down.
He had looked upon Korbic, Beethwax and Walhelm just after meetin Mechatack.
The sergeant was now surrounded by a small army of characters that looked
just like what Beethwax now was; it seemed the former guard was now splitting
like an amoeba. One became two, two became four, etc. When Hendrix had come
upon them, Korbic was holding some bum by his neck and muttering silently 
for him to confess. Eventually, Korbic's icy touch froze the man. Walhelm
and Beethwax...or Beethwaxes...stood by his side, like two bodyguards.
Hendrix smiled and moved on.
"Where are we goin', Mr. Hendrix? Are we going to the secretplace?" Mechatack
asked.
"No." said Hendrix. "Before I do that, you must prove I can trust you. Can
I trust you?"
"Yah, you can trust me..." said Mechatack.
"Then I can trust you to protect me when I'm attacked? My enemies are your
enemies?"
"Yah...your en'mies are my en'mies...."
"Okay, let's move down to the street." They were now in one of the seedier
areas of the low city, near the building that housed one of low cities more
mediocre criminal operations, run by a puppet of Hendrix's named Terd the
Terrible. Hendrix jumped to the ground and streaked in front of the two guards
that stood to either side on the door.
"Hey...was dat?" asked one.
"Les kil it." said the other. They started walking to Hendrix.
Hendrix could have easily escaped, but this was the first test. Instead he
pretended to cower in the corner, his face a mask of fear. "Help! Help!" he
called.
Mechatack dropped in. "Hey!" he said. "Don't hurt my friend!"
The guards turned around. "What's dat?" one gaped, his face curling in 
revulsion.
The other guard said nothing, simply pulled a knife and attacked. Mechtack
tore into him with his claws, almost accidently. The guard fell dead. 
The other turned to run, but Mechatack easily caught up to him and sliced
him open. Then the child stood with blood dripping off his claws, looking at
the dead bodies in horror.
"I din't mean ta kill them..." he gasped. "But they were gonna kill you..."
He looked at Hendrix, as if in appeal.
"Don't even feel bad, Mechatack." Hendrix commanded. "You were a good friend
to me. You saved me, and they deserved what they got. Don't even feel bad."
Hendrix jumped up to a nearby building, and started his progress again.
Mechatack followed, uneasy, but still trusting.

Hendrix the Spawn
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