*Runs, runs from his pain, the pain that it can still feel*. DemondHunter never really understood himself, and now, even long after his death in the real, his shell, now corrupted with so many drugs and viruses that's it become a walking code mess of pain and cruelty. Spreading it to others, nothing human seems to be about the figure. but it's running, it seems from itself. *jumps from the camon hardline onto the church rooftop, the rain had just stopped, it was now snowing heavily. DemondHunter, what is left the character anyway, slips, falls, on the lower roof, his, its, face hits the ground. He lays there, pulls his hand to his face, looking at the dried blood, from the female bluepill's face. I killed her, I killed all of them...I did....why do I care? I should feel no remorse...I'm just a shell, I'm Pure Exile! I FEEL NOTHING!!! *smashes his fist into the roof, opening new wounds* But I feel this pain, like a conscience, that DemondHunter left over...or....no, he's dead, no way around it....maybe, I'm here to finish his work....what work, he was a fool, a dead fool now. *Struggles to his feet* All these humans, Operatives, bluepills, Machinists, Merovingians, Zionists, Exiles, Programs, all of them have something to look forward to. All of them, something to save them. The Zionites and the Machinists, despite their opposite goals, fight to defend the bluepills, from the Exiles, the viruses, the bad programs. The operatives jack out in their pit metal ships, and smile, they saved someone's life that day, or freed someone from slavery. Despite their problems, they have something to be proud of. Exiles, go to clubs, they have their gangs, they have...a family....in a way, even if most of them don't see it that way. The Programs, they happily do their purpose, they're happy, in a way, that their job is being done efficiently. They're all connected, every single one of them, in some form of happiness, family, security, everyone has their angels and demons, but it seems me, the remnants of DemondHunter, if I can even be called that, have only demons. Freelancer117, once a lost hitman, has a lovely wife, and happiness. ViralMarauder, a corrupted Cypherite, confused behind all reason, finds a home in Zion. Everyone seems to be getting what they want, need, where's mine? I need to be saved to...where's my guardian Angel? Do I get one? Did Demond have one...can I have his....? i could use some good saving...*a tear falls from the coded figure's face* Where's mine?
