B-64 stood his ground, rubbing a single green claw against the dark metal of his dagger. The shadow figures slowly stalked towards him, slow and methodical, calculated.
The leftmost figure was rather short and limber. It had two limbs ending in a sharp point, an obvious muzzle, and gleaming silver eyes. A shadow-y flame erupted around their body as it stalked around him, blade shining despite being obscured by shadow.
The rightmost figure was tall and lean, a normal arm and hand on one side, and a large mechanical arm on the other ending in a gleaming shadow blade. The face was perfectly flat, ending in a small blip around the base of the back if it's head.
The middle figure walked straight towards him in a sauntre, seemingly languishing in his cornering. They were a tad bit too tall, and a tad bit too slim. B-64 could faintly make out visible rib bones, and what looked like a dress around the legs.
"I would've expected more coming from a protogen." The middle figure spoke, obviously a female. It was cracked, as if their throat was dry, and had a certain ring to it that demanded his attention. It even affected the other shadows, turning their heads once they reached a certain spot.
B-64 growled, bringing his arm with the shield to eye height and letting more Boson Energy flow, enlarging the shield and making it span to the ground. His claws grew bigger as the thin, viscous red liquid began to leak.
The middle figure laughed, cold and dead, "Really now, you don't remember me? For shame, you would know not to do that." The shadow women raised a hand and let loose... something.
Black protrusions exited her fingertips, like snakes or rope, it slithered through the air at alarming speed. B-64 brought the shield to deflect one and used his other hand to cut through them, but they just phased into them, and passed them.
The tendrils suddenly gained weight, becoming more massive and heavy. B-64 used this chance to swiftly bring his arm across and slice through one of them, and quickly turn to cut the other.
B-64 felt his body weight shift as a purple essence surrounded him, and he was suddenly lifted into the air. The figure with the one mechanical armed had raised their normal one, the purple ether extending from it.
The shadow women smiled, a blinding light echoed through the forest, and all was revealed. B-64 understood who they were.
"Glad to see we're back on memory lane." Mistress Red said,tightening her grip. A tendril shot out from her fist, tightening around B-54's throat and began to tighten as she held her fingers clamped shut.
B-64, in one despite, final cry, activated another ability. Red-Boson Energy flowed through his body and output around his visor, staining the black into a crimson. The red liquid leaked around the ridges of his mouth as he opened his visor .
He chomped down on the tendril, shattering it with the force of several bombs and creating a shockwave the momentarily stunned Mistress Red.
B-64 fell onto the ground hard, landing on the hard stone floor and nearly cracking it. Before he could stand he felt a sharp tearing pain in his stomach, and he looked to the leftmost figure.
They were Azolian, a species that resembled insects. He held what looked like a technical paintbrush, stained with Black Matter and leaking Black Particles into the air. B-64 looked down as blood started to gush from his stomach, leaking out from small holes that a black x cut through him.
B-64 gripped his claws together, allowing the energy to flow again and to heal him. He slammed the ground with his fist, cracking the rock as he got onto his paws, an angry expression firmly planted onto his face.
The Painter held a passive expression, holding the paintbrush like a gun and holding him hostage. With a single stroke of his brush, black matter flew through the air and rammed straight into B-64, making him launch backwards and slammed him against one of the large oak trees.
"Flare for the dramatic much?" The other shadow figure said, turning their head. This one he did not recognize, which should be impossible. This entire thing should be impossible, Obsidian-1 disbanded years upon years go.
The Painter shrugged,l incapable of making any noise.
B-64 once again let the energy flow to fix his wounds as another warning popped on into his vision. "20% Red-Boson Level. 231% Increase in usage."
B-64 quickly unleashed his energy, pushing his cybernetic body off the ground with a single push. He brandished his shield and dagger, and began to rush the shadow women.
B-64 slammed into her, disabling his shield for one moment before shoving his dagger forward and into her spine. A harsh red streak appeared to flow from the wound as she screamed into the heavens.
B-64 pulled the dagger out quickly, reactivating his shield to push off of her and spun off, throwing his dagger right to The Painters face. Another flick of the brush created dark back vines to block the dagger.
B-64 disabled his shield once again, not wanting to run out of energy. He charged the painter before he could do anything else, slamming him onto the ground with his momentum before using that momentum to push against him and fly through the air, landing on the opposite side of the black vine wall.
The Painter was frail, B-64 knew this. He had slammed his back against one of the rocky stones that littered the forest floor. He couldn't let him live if he wanted to survive. Whatever power he had, it needed to be erased.
B-64 called his dagger through the vines, turning his wrist to allow it to fly into its spot. The dagger would cause him to suffer, and B-64 wasn't that type of entity. He kneeled before the painter and held his right wrist against The Painters neck, and softly activated his shield.
But before it could slice through the thin neck, he was lifted violently into the air by Mistress Red, who had finally regained composure. She was angry, her eyes a hideous, putrid red as they shined with the Black-Boson Energy flowing through them, forbidden.
She clamped her fist together, exerting her power of gravity as B-64's gravitational pull grew inward, beginning to shred his body apart morsel by tiny morsel. She seemed to enjoy the sight, a twisted and deformed lopsided smile appearing on her thin face.
Mason began to stir from the crash, his head not clear and his head pounding. He felt heat like he had never felt before flow over him, like he was being cooked in one of those bakers ovens.
B-64 noticed it, and with the angle that mason got up at, B-64 finally noticed the green strip that ran around the base of his neck. B-64 understood what that meant, and as fast as he could, he began to move his arm painfully from the side of his body, exerting massive amounts of energy to pull it away from the center of his body.
He, using his other hand, ripped open his chest cavity where he was being pulled inward. He took care to avoid the intense pull of the miniature wormhole and to take hold of the nearly depleted Red-Boson Generator.
The intensity of the gravity grew stronger as Mistress Red clenched her fist tighter, tearing apart the terrain around B-64. B-64 scrapped his finger against the side of the generator. Almost.
He finally gripped what he was looking for. B-64 tore his arm away from his chest cavity, flinging a small red disk through the air, aimed perfectly to imbed itself into Mason's arm.
Mason felt the heat subside as a warm feeling of energy flooded his senses. He could feel almost everything around him. He was no longer groggy, nor did he have a headache. He could see clearly now.
It was exactly like the moment he found B-64, only stronger.
Mason stood upward, feeling the entire pull of gravity yet now falling for the altered reality. He was now a reality anchor due to the device embedded into him. He knew this, somehow.
Mason walked forward, towards Mistress Red without emotion. Somehow, that thing was telling him what to do, and what it meant. He wasn't sure exactly about what was going on, but whatever it is that's going on is hurting B-64, and he couldn't allow that.
The pull lessened as Mason walked, as slow and methodical as the group had when the first arrived in the clearing. Mistress Red noticed him, and tried to use her powers given by the Black-Boson Energy to create another Wormhole inside of him, but nothing happened.
Her twisted smile fell into a crestfallen frown, and then into a horrified shocked look. She let her arm waver, breaking the energy flow and dispersing the wormhole and all that it absorbed into the atmosphere.
She stumbled backwards as Mason grew closer, her once hateful eyes now cowering in fear. She quickly fumbled with a watch like contraption on her wrist, twisting it and speaking a few words before he could reach her.
An intense tsunami of light flooded the clearing centered around the three group members, who were completely enveloped by the light. One second they were there, the next, they were gone.
And as they left, Mason saw the last but of red substance inside the device deplete, causing an immediate reaction. He felt emotion after emotion run through his head like everything was fastforwarding, like every intense heat and numbing cold and lukewarm running through him.
But as soon as it arrived, it had gone. And Mason stood alone in the clearing with a nearly dead B-64, and unconscious friends and sister.
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Okay, so, I don't like how this one turned about either. A bit shorter than normal.
Also, I wrote this on my phone, so please tel me if there is any grammar mistakes. Or don't, do whatever you want.
I just hope you enjoyed this, thanks for reading!
~ Candle