Thread: Ruin And Rebirth (Mech Pilot and darkangel76)

Created by a superior race, and learning, at first, to see humans the same way the better race saw them. Even so, the hybrid could understand their need to blame someone so the could cope with situations presented to them, from all his studies and research about them. It was loathesome, for him, but understandable. The better race had nothing like that. They could really understand each other, and so injustices like the one he was witnessing right there were nonexistant. Completely. Were the creators really wrong to extinct such filthy, irrational beings like those humans? Self-centered, selfish and stupid animals, most, if not all of them. According to the historical information passed onto him in the stasis pod, humans themselves had killed way more of their own race on their long history than the creators during the first purge. The creators were simply a lot more efficient then humans in doing it. But was it wrong? He was taught it wasn't while in his pod, and for some time that stuck with him. After leaving the pod, only fifteen years old and way before his own maturation point, the hybrid had wandered Earth by himself, learning what he could about that race that accoring to his creator's were just... inferior . Meeting them, living among them, he got to a different conclusion. Humans were capable of good, of beautiful things and the most beautiful of gestures. Just as much as they could do wrong. Horribly wrong. Researching their art, their literature, their philosophy and their very psyche, the hybrid began to understand them, even if in a very basic level. They were imperfect creatures, but the ones they hurt the more by their own mistakes, were themselves. So he stared to pity them and eventually even felt like helping them. Maybe the creators missed something? Maybe he could find a redemptive feature capable of convincing the creators that race deserved a chance. He believed that, to an extent. But moments like that, where humans showed their worst, made him doubt his own decision. Maybe they deserved to die, to be extinct and give way to a more inteligent, evolved life form. Maybe he should just kill those three he had just saved and be done with it, also. You people aren't any better than this lot... - he stated very audibly, so the three humans shunning the petite blonde girl would hear it, comparing them to their attackers as he kicked the corpse of the enemy's boss - I'd kill you three as well, but you're all doomed anyway. That said, he entered the small city, leaving the human group behind. His instincts were still in dominance, blood boiling inside his veins, and it would be for the better to just give some space between himself and those people, least he would really kill them. Once adrenaline and all the other chemicals reached his brain it was somewhat difficult to keep his violent impulses restrained. He was a soldier, a hunter and once the scent of blood reached him, it was hard to keep his nature in check. Thankfully, it didn't take long for him to found a small well with a small pump that those people used to get the water from it. The hybrid could smell a few people in hiding inside the city. Women and kids, mostly. They reeked of fear, dirt and bodily fluids, an acre smell that hurt his acute nose. The red eyed male tried the pump for a while but it didn't work so well. After a few minutes trying, a gush of brownish water, filled with dirt, splashed on the floor. After that it simply died, not responding anymore, a few residual drops of thick, dense fluid dropping lazily from inside the pipes. The pump was working just fine as far as he could tell, which implied that the well was dry. That would explain why a group of people in possession of a source of water to be so dirt and to appear so dehydrated. It also explained the attack on the girl's group, but he wouldn't go back to that subject with them. Shit. - cursed the hybrid, shaking his head. He would have to go a lot farther for water now. He hoped he could find another settlement with a water source, and also that those four could point him in the direction. In his way back, he crossed ways with the big man called Harry, and shrugged. Part of him wanted to smirk at the man and and point out that everything was in vain, and he was almost capable to refrain himself. But their obnoxious behaviour from before got the best of him. At least, when he spoke, he was serious as he had ever been. Their well is dry. You won't find water over here. - he said simply, as he made his way back to the bike, the empty gallon in hand. He guessed the man wouldn't take his word for it, so just allowed him to see for himself. He wanted as little interaction with them as possible. - Guess you all almost died for nothing. Once back outside the settlement, he approached his bike, shooting a glance at the almost raped woman and who he imagined to be her brother, without paying that much attention to them. Once he made back to the bike, he put away the gallon on the back of the motorcycle, tying it firmly on it. Then he turned back to the girl crying beside the vehicle, seeing she was indeed in a very bad shape. He was well aware that nothing could say or do would help her so decided, for now, to remain silent about her current predicament. The Half-alien believe to have said enough already about it, so a change in subject would be welcome. I still need water, though. Maybe you can show me another place to get it? - he adressed the young blonde girl, his hand carefully brushing a tear away from her cheek with the back of his hand. It was something of a reflex, and his own act went unnoticed by him. - It will avoid and awkward ride home, it seems. And, I can take you back to your settlement afterwards. He guessed it would be good for the girl no to go back with those three. The mood would be opressive for her, and given her current state, he was unsure if she could take it. Of course, things would be even worse at their village, or whatever the place they lived was called, since they just lost their leader, and if those three had their way, she would be presented as the sole reason for it. It would be a miracle if a lynching could be avoided if things were presented the wrong way, and everything was pointing for it being described that way. If those three had some time to think things through and their village sometime to soak the bad news in, the worst could be avoided. Or not. Human nature would be the only decisive factor in her fate, without the hybrids intervention. But its your choice... - he finished, his hand moving away from the soft, warm touch of her flushed skin.