Thread: A Bullet and Her Metal Heart (Raivh and CyanideDisaster)

Damn it all! Clapping a hand over his bleeding eye, he tucked himself between two buildings to surmise the damage done to his body. Hed about had enough for the day, but knew if he didnt get back out there his commander would have his ass on a silver platter for sloughing off. Some way to bring up a son this was, sending him out to war, and Brice had been at war since he was nineteen. For five long, grueling years hed spent his time in the ranks, slowly climbing his way up to an operative agent. Still, he couldnt pick his own battles. And this fucker wouldnt die! He cringed, pulling his hand away, positive that his eye was useless anymore. Optic replacements were cheap nowadays at least he wouldnt have to worry about going broke just to get a new eye. Plenty of AIs had so graciously sacrificed their lives in battle to provide humans with a better life. Shit! Fuck! he ground out, gritting his teeth together and slipping further down the narrow alleyway, as shots bounced off the corner of the building hed been using for support. As he had been all night, he took off running until he reached a street with less gunfire. Escaping that bastard wasnt that easy, though. He knew he was still being followed. A movement in his right peripheral caught his attention, and he whipped in that direction and opened fire, gunning down three or four AIs, just a few of the newer models that were easier to get rid of. They were almost made of flesh, had been designed and built well. Turning on his heel, he jerked his head to the sky and squinted to see the moon. It was barely existent anymore, and tonight it was a bloody crimson, mourning lost livesboth mechanical and natural. Hey, Vince! That voice caught his attention, and Vincents stare plummeted, down, down, until he spotted a man missing an arm standing on a balcony railing. You know I have a soul, too, right? If we kill each other, were both damned! Old friends and their habits. Leave it to Aaron to attempt a guilt trip. Too bad it wasnt going to work. These bastards had no souls, no emotions, no feelings, and they felt like they should be treated like human beings. Well, they werent. They were metal skeletons programmed with a chip and a crazy lot of ideas that filled their heads. They didnt even have brains. No, Ace, you dont have a soul! Youre a fucking machine! Gunfire rained down on Vincent, and he heard Aaron laughing, approaching him from a cloud of smoke. When had Ace set down a veil? We getting fancy now, shithead? Vince grunted, the sound a fist colliding with his jaw was sickening. Ace shook his head and lifted his old friend up by the black vest he wore. You get a badge, and suddenly were not pals? Come on, Vince. You know Im not just a machine. Wiping at his jaw, Vincent spat in Aarons face and shook his head. Aaron clenched his jaw. No, Ace. You are a machine. And Im going to dismantle you just like I did your wife. That bitch didnt Aaron cut Vincent off with a sharp punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of him, and let the man fall to his knees. Aarons expression was cold, hard. Vincent looked up at the man and huffed out a laugh, holding his stomach, still trying to catch his breath his fingers worked along the waist of his pants, searching. Krista didnt deserve to die, Aaron said flatly. She trusted you, let you into our home, and you murdered her. And Vince, I A gunshot rang out, fired directly into Aarons knee, blowing out the circuits and sending him toppling to the ground. Vincent worked quickly while Ace rattled on, still trying to sway Vince that AIs werent just machines. Nothing Aaron said slowed or changed Vincents intentions, and by the time he rose to his feet, his old friend was an outdated model of junk lying in a heap on the road.