Thread: Deus Ex Machina (BlisteredBlood x darkangel76)

Mara knew what shed done was stupid. But logic had all but flown out the window the moment those mens voices carried to her ears. She had to make sure Deadman didnt fall into their clutches. Whether they were good, bad or something else entirely was irrelevant. Deadman was a piece of her familys history, her grandfathers legacy. Even if he didnt recall his creator, he was still his masterpiece. Nothing, not even something like amnesia, would change that. Besides, it was her mission as requested by the EUS resistance that she retrieve him and see that he stayed safely hidden from any and all possible enemies. If that meant risking her life and causing a diversion, then so be it. And from the look of things, thats exactly what shed ended up doing. As the man held tightly onto Mara, his grip bruising her porcelain-colored flesh, she felt a surge of panic rise from within. She wasnt ready to die, to be tortured. She just wasnt. But now shed gone and made a mess of things and had to deal with the repercussions. James, the one whod seen to her various trainings once shed joined the resistance, wouldve given her a firm slap for this behavior and she knew damned well shed have deserved it. And then some. Hed always been telling her she thought too much with her heart and not her head and goddamn, he was right! But what was funny was that she knew if given the opportunity to do things differently just now, she wouldnt have. These men were bad news, something deep inside told her this and she always trusted that instinct. Wincing, holding back her shouts, Mara tried her best to brace herself for the worst. Being captured by what she was certain was the enemy, she knew bad things very bad things would ensue. Deadman had to leave her behind. It was a logical step. Who the hell was she to him anyway? He didnt recall his creator for fucks sake! So he definitely didnt understand the personal ties as she did. Plus, he wasnt human. His core might be, but he was cybernetic now. Cool logic replacing heated emotion. It was in his best interest to leave her behind, let the mess take care of itself and get away undetected. Suddenly, Deadman came from behind the door, fully revealing himself in all his glory to the men holding Mara captive. She felt herself gasp at the sight of the cyborg. He was magnificent, a true masterpiece of cybernetics. But he was also lethal and the most frightening thing shed ever seen. What happened next was all but a blur. He charged into the room and easily took down one of the men, the one shed struck earlier with her gunblade. He slumped down into a heaping pile of flesh and blood as he was finally thwacked against one of the walls. The man that Mara had stunned by hitting him with the door was scrambling backwards on the floor, fear evident in his eyes. And her captor only held her more tightly, his nails digging into the flesh about her wrists causing them to sting as they broke the skin open. The tiniest of whimpers escaped her lips, but she would not cry out. Not even now. Attention assailant! Deadman growled out. You have but five seconds to release your prisoner into my custody before I am forced to employ lethal force on you! Comply immediately! Mara felt her body begin to shake. Would her captor listen? Would he kill her and take one for his team? It was so hard to say with these sorts. Shed heard rumors that some could indeed be suicidal, so was this man one of those? Trying to calm down, allowing the hope of survival to kick in, she found herself thinking that he wasnt. That he wanted to live just as much as she did. The question was, how much fight and how many tricks did he have before such instincts kicked in. She could only hope that there were very few. What is she to you? the captor asked, his accent thick and heavy. She is a nothing. Just someone standing in the way of what you truly are and can become. Come with us and we can allow you to learn your true potential. This one only wants to stunt that. The man paused, his breath catching slightly which made Mara wonder if he was worried his five second were up. Surely, you can see reason, he then added, a plea to make the cyborg hesitate. Mara could tell that the man holding her was afraid now. His grip was starting to loosen just a little bit due to the sweat that was forming on his pallid skin. She took the moment to stomp down on his in-step, causing him to immediately release her. The force of his reaction caused her to fall onto the cold, hard floor of the warehouse. Bitch! the man shouted out as he retrieved a blade concealed on his hip. He looked up at Deadman, unsure of what the cyborg would do, who he would choose. Not wasting anymore time, he let his pride get in the way and he lunged for Mara. No!!! Mara screamed as she braced herself for the knife that was coming at her. Her only hope now was that Deadman had meant what he said just moments ago, that he wanted her in his custody and away from these assailants.