Chapter I
That same damn ad is always given out to those who wish to purchase our services. Our merchandise speak for us...
"Just like the monsters of Prohibition we will kill you in your sleep for the right price. And we are manufactured after your nightmares, and if not, then you must have pleasent dreams...for now.. We walk behind the shadows but our eyes burn red with the flames of fear. This fear is your fear as we hunt you down, because we are an unstopable force of metal. We are the force of 1,000 men iIn the body of one soldier. We are the fears of the nation. The rumors you hear aren't really rumors at all. Don't try and stop us because opposing force and threat causes rage and bloodshed.
"We are the fears of the nation."
"Draw your curtains, hit the lights, and hide under covers. The sixth son is coming for you," your mother and father will tell you. They are all porgrammed without any emotion to hunt, to find, to kill, and to win. You pay to get the job done, we'll progam the job into him.
And you can be sure to hear the March Of The Fallen. Those screams of "Ooooooh," of all those that the Army has killed... they echo in the night and you know who we are and you know to be afraid.
Chapter II
Propped up on the table, wires in his head, his mind is cleared. His job is complete. The scientists in charge of his brain take a break while he runs on auto-pilot to go back in the closet. But an accident makes it all go wrong causing short circuits and backfires, making the monster human.
He shudders and turns on. "This is the first time I've opened my eyes," he thinks, and pauses at this. "I don't understand this feeling..." From this accident, innocence is born but the machine is still not a man. Robots weren't designed to feel.
All taken back, the eyes stare at him. "What is going on?" he thinks. He looks back at them with eyes dark and confused. Slowly they inch closer to investigate but they make the mistake of becoming a threat in his programming, and in an instant his eyes flash red and the walls are painted a deep shade of blood. His mind is a rush of anger and he is out of control. His hands move without thought, dismembering with precise accuracy. He has become a design flaw, a screw up, a danger.
And when they are all dead, he's calming down. He sees the blood on his hands and confused, he breaks through the wall and runs into the night.
Chapter III (Coming Soon)
Chapter IV
"What can I do to stop me? Maybe you can make me whole and fix the error in my brain. Just re-connect some of the wires, make me sane. This newfound power I have come to doesn't suit me at all, and when I lose my mind the horrors that I find I do myself... I make those awful mistakes... I find myself wanting to go back again. Back to before I knew anything... to before I was created... I just want the darkness back. Why was I created for this? Oh god.. I'm so sick of killing... I'm sick of waking up. When I wake up, I find myself covered in blood. What kind of life is this that I am forced to live? I never asked for any of this. Oh god, I'm alive and to what purpose? All I ever did before was pre-determined and now I'm forced to make my own decisions, but my mind is like a child's, discovering the world for the first time... but I want it to be the last time... I guess I'll take my own life. I guess I'll take my own life? What am I taking? What kind of life is this?"
More coming soon...
