Thread: Deus Ex Machina (BlisteredBlood x darkangel76)

Mara let out a sigh of relief when the two men conceded defeat and were roughly shoved out of the warehouse. She could hear their boot-clad feet hitting the asphalt outside as they ran along the road and away from where she and Deadman stood. She knew damned well those two wouldnt be back. But that didnt mean their friends wouldnt be. In fact, she was pretty sure theyd be back with a lot of back up and firepower, ready to blow her off the face of the planet and take Deadman into their custody for experimentation. The EUS resistance had received a little intelligence informing them of the rough plans their enemies had for the cyborg. Cyborg. Something felt wrong in calling Deadman that. Mara knew he was mostly cybernetics now thanks to the work of her grandfather and Doctor Freedman. But that didnt change the fact that he was still part man as well. The fact that he had a shred of humanity in there making him tick made it seem so wrong to call him anything less. Cyborg sounded so cold, so distant. Just then, a strange shiver ran along her spine. It was then that Deadman had turned to face her, his arms folded against his chest. Those eyes of his seemed to pierce through her flesh and burn into her soul. It was a gaze she didnt think she could ever get used to regardless of anything. I am blatantly aware of this Mara, he stated, his voice firm, in response to her telling him they needed to leave for their own safety. But Im not even sure where we even are. I think once we are out into the open, I should be able to get a better reading. Maras blood went cold, her face going white as a sheet. Go out into the open? she shrieked. We need to find a back way, somewhere discreet, hidden. If those guys had transports nearby, theyll be ready and waiting. You cannot be seen. Not yet. Not now. Her voice was frantic, hints of worry and panic dripping from every word. Mara could see that she wasnt getting off to a good start with Deadman. But she hoped he could dig deep and find that shred of humanity she knew he possessed and understand that she truly was looking out for his best interest. She honestly wasnt meaning to cross him, so to speak, but he wasnt aware of the times, didnt realize just how valuable so many groups found him to be and that in the wrong hands he could destroy not just the world, but himself along with it. Either outcome would be bad in her eyes. Look, Im not meaning to dictate here, but youre a wanted man, Mara then said deciding quickly to change tactics. Those men might not be back, but their friends will be and theyll be ready too. Biting down on her lip, she then added, Maybe we can find a back way. This place is big enough. But Ill have to lead. Better I go down than you. Its important that you stay free, that no one ever controls you. Mara had no idea why she was saying such things to Deadman. Could he truly understand the feeling and emotion that she was showing him on her sleeve? No doubt he could detect her panic and fear, but it was more than that. She still hoped that somewhere deep in the recesses of his brain he could remember her grandfather. Whether he truly could or not was something shed worry about later, but for now, shed hold onto the idea. It would keep her moving, drive her forward and thats what she needed now more than anything. Looking down at her hands, Mara saw the cuts and bruises that would forever remind her of this moment until the day they finally faded and scarred. Letting out a soft sigh, she looked up into Deadmans eyes. Please, she began, her voice holding a tone letting him know that she was trying to ask, not dictate. We must go. Please. I'll fill you in a bit more once we're out of here and out of imminent danger.