The way they slaughtered and tortured the enemy was all the worse from the painful splats. It was always splat.
It was always splat and then silence.
Kane was the most terrifying mastermind this planet had ever seen. A man who observed the worst of human behaviour but didn’t falter himself in the face of it. A man who ran a city as a President, but seemed to enjoy a thriving city. A man who built his own engineering company, K.R. Robotics.
And just behind that, was a beast.
The most inhuman part of Kane was how human he could be.
He had the capacity to commit the kind of sins humans must, except he wouldn’t even blink.
Would you kill one, for the many?
The age old philosophical question was answered by Kane. He’d kill that one person just by breathing in their ear, while eating breakfast.
The way he tortured those four poor boys over the last 6 years still haunted me. I saw the creation of more cyborg machine beasts, while Kane’s hands were calmly dripping with their blood.
As they were made, I watched, in a body with no function, as I lay straight up, held by any kind of cable, any kind of tool, I didn’t know what, I couldn’t see.
Kane made me this body.
And then never released me.
I couldn’t even speak out, I could only see and listen to Kane when he talked to me. He’d hover once a week, and add something to my form, a vacant look in his eye.
I’d get a personal kiss of words every two weeks.
It’s a good thing you have upgraded knees or they would have failed in the first decade... while brushing dust off my brow with a thumb.
Brilliant... while tweaking something in my eye.
Why are humans obsessed with the sky? Everyone should look within, rather than out... while staring at me, from an inch in front of my nose.
I’ve never seen something so perfectly chrome, what do you think, Vana? While holding my hand.
Kane approaches me right now, after beating the shit out of a small time theif simply to get a few names off his tongue.
Kane stops in front of me, two weeks since our last conversation, he speaks “...feeling alright in there?”
Kane’s haunted eyes are purple gems, dilating and fixating on my face. He watches me, forever patient but never pressing that button to let me out of my cage.
There is a groan behind Kane, “...argh... f... you...” the dead man from the pool of blood, lives.
"Shit.” I watch Earl jump forward and kick a gun out of his hand, before he pulls the trigger and shoots Kane.
Kane turns suddenly, a wrench in his back pocket, slips out and backwards, falling, hitting the release and ignition button to my wall of hell, and then it simply clatters to the floor.
Not a sound is made when my restraints are popped open, they’re too well greased.
“A will to live... still? To feel more of this?” Kane is too invested in his pride being hurt, intercepting the dying man, squatting and grabbing his throat, cutting off his air.
Earl opens a shoot in the wall, which drops whatever is thrown in, to an incinerator.
Clarence is standing with his back to the lab window, a window which over looks all of Avalon, his eyes silently focused on me as I’m able to quietly step out and onto the metal flooring.
While Clarence eyes my every movement, his fingers in his left palm charge up with electricity.
Miles is working at a lab bench, picking apart the skeleton of an old mobile, completely ignoring the bloody, fiery murder or the release of the cyborg... me.
“Boss,” Clarence warns Kane with one word.
I slowly squat and I pick up the wrench in one hand.
I can feel my strength as I grip the middle. Am I holding a feather? I feel like I could lift a mountain if I wanted to, or bend this simple tool until it snapped.
Instead, I stand back up with the wrench held tight in one hand as I watch Kane as he wipes his hands clean at a soap dispenser before he bothers to spin, to see me standing free.
Kane freezes in total shock.
It only took 18 years and I was now free from an error; his fault.
I look down at my chest, now that I have the ability to see what’s been etched in there. What my name is.
Even upside down, I can read it.
“Kane,” I say his name, my voice even surprising me. The melody in it is improved, it’s like a sing song without even trying, “REIGN. Whore.” I simply speak the name he’s given me.
Miles finally glances up from his work, and lifts his visor, sucking in a breath when he sees which female is speaking, “Oh... shit, boss.”
Appropriate, I guess.
I focus on Kane as he hasn’t moved but he simply watches me, his eyes focusing on the wrench in my hand.
"Stay,” Kane gulps.
Now, the answer to that was easy.