*Wizzzzzzzz*
Another bullet passed before his face. He watched it float by like a butterfly, there was no need to dodge, that bullet wasn't meant for him. He sighed lightly through his mask, the air creating a whistle through his empty throat.
"Humans.."
He said to himself lightly.
Hey!
Oh, sorry Jonny boy, present company excluded.
The exile in him rolled his eyes.
You're not sorry.
You're right, I'm not.
The human in him rolled his eyes.
He stood in the shade of a tree as the people around him continued to fight. This wasn't his battle, and the only time he got involved was when a freshly released human missed his target with a blade and sent it straight for Seventeen, in which he simply swatted the knife out of the sky like a bug and wagged his finger at the red pill. Of course, he went on to make his usual a**hole comment...
"Perhaps a dart board will help teach you, tastee wheat."
The red pill squinted his eyes before being jumped from behind by another human. Seventeen just laughed. He couldn't care any less. Voices continued to go on, shouts of pain and cries of war echoing through the Camon back alley ways. He continued to ignore every noise but the own humming inside his mind, until one voice rang out like a fog horn in the mist.
"Your time is up, deary."
He looked out of the corner of his dark oval glasses to notice a women in a black dress, with a rose pinned to her chest. Her grey hair swayed as she rose the rifle, aiming it directly at Seventeen's head.
"What... the..."
He responded as the bullet left the chamber, gliding towards his masked face like an eagle swooping to its prey. He knew it quickly, this was no similar bullet he had watched wiz past his face all day.
Silver.
"No!"
It was too late to dodge, she had blind sided him. The bullet struck his right temple, sending his body into the tree beside him.
Reconstruct, NOW you worthless meat bag! I want her dead!
I can't!
What do you mean you can't? Do it, NOW you sorry sack of sh*t!
I'm trying!
Well it's not working now, is it?
Obviously not.
What is this trickery?
The Lady slowly walked over to the fallen body. A small smile of satisfaction on her face. He had a past with her, a long time ago he had been hired to take a hit out, but instead of death, she chose to pay extra. The old switch-er-oo, happened all the time. The only problem was, he had never held his end of the bargain, ergo he walked away a pocket heavier, while she watched her rival live to see another day. As she came upon his fallen body, she slowly pulled a long stem rose from her pocket.
What the hell is she doing?
*poop*! How could she know?!
She slowly kneeled down and placed it on top of the decaying self image, tugging ever so slightly on one of the blood red pedals, to straighten out a wrinkle.
"You belong to me now, my dear Seventeen."
He opened his eyes to a white room, no floor, no ceiling, just white. He tried to move, but could not, he needed darkness, so much as his own shadow could give him the strength to hop a lake, but there was no darkness, only bright, white light.
"That Vixen!"
He shouted inside the construct. He knew where he was, he had lived in the same place for a human lifetime, just before it was consumed by his human host. Needless to say, he wasn't happy with his current position. He sighed and did the only thing he could do, sit.
He opened his eyes. He reached around and pulled the jack out of his head like he had always done, this time a bit more frantic. He noticed immediately, the constant buzzing in the back of his head was gone. This scared him. After so many years, he had gotten used to it, almost dependant on it, but now without the humming, he felt helpless. He took a deep breath, inhaling the stench of rotting bodies. He began to gag and cough, the smell was un-bearable. As his eyes darted to the smell he realized for the first time he was by himself on a ship full of dead bodies. He leaned over in his chair and began vomiting. Several minutes had passed, and the sloppy goop had finished expelling from his mouth. He looked back at the stack of dead bodies...
What have I done?
..He asked himself in dismay. Suddenly it hit him like a fright train. The ship, and it's course.
Oh god, I have to stop it!
He jumped from his seat, sliding on his own extremities but quickly gaining his balance. He darted to the ladder across the deck, heading up to the cockpit. As he raced up the ladder his feet slid on every other step, but he continued to struggle to the top. When he had finally reached the cockpit he looked out the window to see the newly reconstructed Vatican off in the distance, no more then five-hundred yards.
Good, I'm not too late.
He let out a sigh of relief and sat down in the pilot seat. He pressed a button on the main steering column. A female electronic voice came out.
"Auto pilot engaged."
He flipped a switch directly next to the button..
"Auto pilot disenga... Auto pilot engaged."
He cocked his head sideways like a curios mutt. He flipped the switch once again.
"Auto pilot disenga... Auto pilot engaged."
"What the f*ck!"
He shouted into the computer, actually expecting a response. He flipped the switch once more, the female electronic voice replied..
"Auto pilot engaged. Sorry Jonny boy, but it's the end of the line."
"Oh god..."
He couldn't believe it. Even in the real he never had control over himself, even in the real the virus could get to him, control his actions blindly. He began to slam on the brakes, but much to his dismay they did nothing but turn on another electronic response.
"Accept your fate, Jonny boy"
He slammed the brakes again. Watching the Neonite temple grow closer.
"Accept your fate, Jonny boy"
He slammed on them numerous times...
"Accept your fate, Jonny boy
Accept your fate, Jonny boy
Accept your fate, Jonny boy
Accept your fate, Jonny boy
Accept your fate, Jonny boy"
Finally he couldn't take it and shouted back at the system...
"Shut the f*ck up!"
He slammed his fist into the voice box, and the voice slowly died down. Suddenly the intercom rang out with a familiar voice, a human voice.
"SS Opfer, we have received your signal. Slow your speed and bring her in lightly. Welcome home."
"Sh*t! They don't know!"
He was frustrated. There was nothing he could do, nothing but what the voice had told him to do, accept his fate.
It can't end like this.
He told himself..
It can't, it just can't. I know what the Oracle said, but this can't be it, this can't be my death! It's not too late, it's never too late!
He jumped out of his seat and slammed open the cockpit door, then dove out of the cockpit into the main hall, slamming on his face. He quickly rose to his feet and bolted to the body or Sorella, grabbing it by the ankle and dragging her off of the seat she had died in. He could hear the voice COM link from the cockpit ring out.
"SS Opfer, slow your speed, now!"
He continued to dart to the elevator, slamming the gate open and tossing Sorella's body inside. He began to hear a loud static as the EMP burst through the halls of the ship. His body fell, almost lifeless, he couldn't move, he was paralyzed. He laid directly across from the young female body, having no choice but to stare at her pale face. He heard the crashing behind him begin, and quickly after he watched as fire wrapped around, and consumed his body.
Why?
Was all he could think as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, into the darkness.