11-10-2009, 05:10 AM
REM-13 moved swiftly, couched and low. His right hand was raised halfway to the straight-sword slung over his back, the other skimmed the ground with his DA issued gun, held loose but ready at any moment to fire.
“Win.” Zero had said, and so he would not fail. It was simple fact. There was a flutter to his left, then the sound of an energy shot erupting from a gun. Feathers pirouetted gently to the earth, nothing left to tell of their previous owner but spots of blood and and a few bits of singed down. REM lowered his pistol and stood up to his full height. Just a bird. An emotion flooded him. Disappointment? It was still hard to tell what he was feeling, and even harder to figure out whether that feeling was appropriate. “Kill.” Zero had whispered to him. He would. It would be, there was no more appropriate word for it, a pleasure. The issue remained at hand, however, as too how. His eye scanned the rock strewn landscape. Ten foot tall cousins to the pebbles that crunched underfoot with each step adorned the base of the mountain. It would make a good place to fight, had he an opponent. His eye trailed up. The peak would be an optimal place to get the lay of the land. It would be a simple matter to find someone to kill that way. With the ease of a mountain goat he jumped cliff to to outcropping, making his swift and steady accent. The words of Egg came back to him as he did so,
“You don't have to REM. You don't have to kill for him. You are you're own now, you are free if you choose it.” REM said the response to himself as he found a foot hold on the mountainside the same as he did back then.
“I do not have to. I want to.”
“Win.” Zero had said, and so he would not fail. It was simple fact. There was a flutter to his left, then the sound of an energy shot erupting from a gun. Feathers pirouetted gently to the earth, nothing left to tell of their previous owner but spots of blood and and a few bits of singed down. REM lowered his pistol and stood up to his full height. Just a bird. An emotion flooded him. Disappointment? It was still hard to tell what he was feeling, and even harder to figure out whether that feeling was appropriate. “Kill.” Zero had whispered to him. He would. It would be, there was no more appropriate word for it, a pleasure. The issue remained at hand, however, as too how. His eye scanned the rock strewn landscape. Ten foot tall cousins to the pebbles that crunched underfoot with each step adorned the base of the mountain. It would make a good place to fight, had he an opponent. His eye trailed up. The peak would be an optimal place to get the lay of the land. It would be a simple matter to find someone to kill that way. With the ease of a mountain goat he jumped cliff to to outcropping, making his swift and steady accent. The words of Egg came back to him as he did so,
“You don't have to REM. You don't have to kill for him. You are you're own now, you are free if you choose it.” REM said the response to himself as he found a foot hold on the mountainside the same as he did back then.
“I do not have to. I want to.”
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When in doubt: It was sarcasm.