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Metal Man · 09-05-2009, 07:23 PM

Through the red filtered gaze of the smashed man lay a cathedral to carnage. All around was death, and all the man of steel could feel was pain. The elevator platform had shattered like a cheap mirror, embedding metal fragments in everything. The Area 51 men were unconscious. And blood, pneumatic fluids, and Metal's mechanical grease had coated the floor quite thoroughly. Sparkled through this wonderland of horror was the occasional fire. And for the icing on the top, there was a heavily battered Time Knight, drunkenly stumbling around. His no-longer shiny axe had missed Metal's unaware face by inches.

Then Metal Man felt a bolt of lightning through him. The scattered bits of speaker rumbled no more; and his cracked visor lit up. Dire premonitions coated the cracked pieces.

* TOTAL S ST M F IL R
* SE E R E D # M G E
* S S T M T M
* #)@%%@#(@#^)@^
* SYSTEM MALFo01NCTKZ$#^(^#$46F5A35B9C?!
* 0xDEEDBAD

The visor threw a fistful of sparks. Then Metal Man began to stand up. Like a wounded spider, he twitched his limbs erratically. After a few moments of flopping about uselessly, his legs found the ground. But then, to his surprise, so did his arms... even though they were by his side. He peered down at his arms and saw they had been impaled. His left arm had a pole stuck through it, coated red. At full height, the pole touched the ground and extended 2 feet from his arm, forcing it up and out at shoulder height, like a scarecrow. On the right arm a maze of grills and boilerplate had become embedded. It stuck out at a 45 degree angle and twitched despite his attempts to shut it down.

His servos in his feet had stopped responding due to all the electrical zapping. Much to his annoyance, they continually hopped about, giving him the appearance of some arcade fighter character. Of course this was only the beginning of the damage he had taken--his helmet was encrusted with broken glass and pieces of the metal floor, giving it a sort of crown-like appearance, while also revealing random patches of Metal's bloodstained and lacerated scalp. His face was burnt and blackened, and sparks flew in his eyes all the time.

But more than that malfunctioned. It only got worse as his vision split into three color layers. The layers danced as he felt like a power drill had gone off in his brain. Then, suddenly, he saw the Saiyan world-destroyer standing next to Amrick. He lunged, and Amrick tiredly sidestepped. The Saiyan vanished. But then he saw the Coachman... no, three of them! He growled and cursed, foaming at the mouth. "You.. you... all of you... you're ganging up on me... you... everyone wants me dead! No one wants to help me! NO ONE!!! I'LL KILL YOU AAAALLLLL!!! ARRRRGHHH$#^$##$^...." He slumped down as visions of death and destruction flooded his vision. There it was... Joker! Darth Bowser! Bozo the Clown! They were all there... and they wanted him DEAD!

Amrick backed away in confusion. Indeed, the one poor soldier who woke up also reflexively crawled away. It was like some sort of deranged madman... only instead of being in a hospital gown, he had partially functional war armor equipped! He drunkenly lurched at Amrick, dripping various fluids, as his gooey mouth exhaled wetly. "HEYloooooo MISTER Tim! Yeeeessss... yes... how aaaareeee YOU?" He swung his left arm erratically, nearly clipping the top of Amrick's head with the pole stuck in it. "I am heeer too tell you... yoo can't hurt meee! I am ALREADY DeAAAD! Ah... and... and... AND." He fell forward, but caught himself, using the half-stuck arms alone. The pole slid a little bit and he coughed incoherently. "All of you... all you took away my freedom... all of you... you hate me... you hate human beings... you hate sanity... so you made me this... all of you..."

The voice slid down into a deep whisper as his body began to shake uncontrollably. "You must lie... you... cannot... want to help me!" His head lashed backwards for a moment, and a powerful memory hit him. He saw... his life before all of this had happened. That man who had given him this suit and said if he held on, he would find freedom. Of course, Amrick couldn't see it, so his outburst in response meant nothing to him. "NO! YOU LIEEEeeeeeD to me! This suit... IS DEATH! All... DEAD! My family... my life... you... look what happens? Look what... look..." As Amrick was about to swing another slow, desperate attack, the man of mangled steel began moving again.

The Time Knight shook with pain and, perhaps, sorrow. This man had ruined his life with his behavior, and now it came out... now that all the defenses the suit had against mental pain had, most likely, been disabled in the crash. But he couldn't bring himself to kill someone who could have just as easily been him, had the world been a bit different. Of course, to the left, the injured Area 51 man had no sympathies. He raised his gun and pointed it at the back of the metal monstrosity. His hand also shook, but it was with rage. This alien has compromised the facility... he must die for the good of AMERICA! Cheesy sentiments aside, he fired... and fired... and fired again.

The bullets hit Metal Man again and again and again. The echoes hit the hall like a fistfull of raindrops. The man of steel screeched like an old screen door and turned to the soldier in rage. His hideous glowing face contorted in wordless hatred. And from there, events fell down their own elevator. The speaker on Metal's left shoulder crackled loudly.

Immediately, the man of steel's body began dancing out of control. Leaping up and down constantly, he blindly crashed towards the soldier, who was quickly and brutally smashed into a pancake by the mad mechanical man's hideous dance. He then spun about to face Amrick, who was now trembling quite horribly. The smell of death wafted from the Man of Steel as his last remaining chunk of visor projected a very visible targeting reticule on Amrick's forehead.

The melodic stomping grew closer. Amrick lifted his axe up to block the blow, but that pole came up and knocked it aside. The pole on Metal's left arm also clocked him right in the head. As Amrick stumbled back, Metal flew forward, spastically pirouette-kicking the Time Knight across the face with his right foot. Then he just as abruptly reversed the movement, getting in another hit. Already wounded as it was, the Time Knight stumbled back, trying to get help from this broken demon. He saw through a windowed door... more military men were coming. There was light there. And behind him... was death, bathed in the glow of red emergency lights.

But Metal Man gave no mercy. As Amrick stumbled away, he found Metal Man to have caught up already. A solid metal foot implanted itself into Amrick's back, then reversed so as to send the Time Knight into the air. The man of Steel then hopped up and spun in a circle, slamming his right, jaggedly damaged metal knee into various parts of Amrick over and over again. The hapless Time Knight was thrown and bounced off a wall into the ground, near the door. Well, at least I'm near the door... Or so he thought.

The man's brutal fury would not allow those men behind the door to interfere! "N...Nnnnnn... NO... NO ONE... no one... no... LIFE... FOR ANYONE." He collapsed on the floor, then leaped up higher than before, such that his leaping boots finally broke, spraying the area with pneumatic oil. But it was too late; the Metallic monster had grabbed the pipes in the ceiling. "B...BRING THE WHOLE HOUSE DOWN... BEDONE WITH YOU!" He summoned so much fury he glowed blood red, and ripped major pipes and structural supports out of the ceiling, climbing around as he did. Finally he got near Amrick, and his arm joints also gave out. Something ELSE broke, too, as his speech had changed. "Wait... ...you said you could help me? But--"

Like a newly stringless puppet, Metal fell to the ground. Amrick clutched the door and went to open it...

...And then the ceiling and a huge pile of metal fell from above, threatening to smash him to bits. As for Metal Man, it was too late; he was buried... and the sparks from his telltale visor had lit all the fluid on fire.

It would no longer be an exaggeration to say he had sent the place to hell now. But would Amrick be spared the tragically misplaced fury? Or would the hatred of a million time-traveled years be his undoing?

09-05-2009, 07:23 PM	#11
Metal Man Fairy-Slaying Maniac Join Date: Apr 2000 Location: 1592 Miles Away From Here Gender: Posts: 18,062 Thanks: 148 Thanked 683 Times in 482 Posts	Through the red filtered gaze of the smashed man lay a cathedral to carnage. All around was death, and all the man of steel could feel was pain. The elevator platform had shattered like a cheap mirror, embedding metal fragments in everything. The Area 51 men were unconscious. And blood, pneumatic fluids, and Metal's mechanical grease had coated the floor quite thoroughly. Sparkled through this wonderland of horror was the occasional fire. And for the icing on the top, there was a heavily battered Time Knight, drunkenly stumbling around. His no-longer shiny axe had missed Metal's unaware face by inches. Then Metal Man felt a bolt of lightning through him. The scattered bits of speaker rumbled no more; and his cracked visor lit up. Dire premonitions coated the cracked pieces. * TOTAL S ST M F IL R * SE E R E D # M G E * S S T M T M * #)@%%@#(@#^)@^ * SYSTEM MALFo01NCTKZ$#^(^#$46F5A35B9C?! * 0xDEEDBAD The visor threw a fistful of sparks. Then Metal Man began to stand up. Like a wounded spider, he twitched his limbs erratically. After a few moments of flopping about uselessly, his legs found the ground. But then, to his surprise, so did his arms... even though they were by his side. He peered down at his arms and saw they had been impaled. His left arm had a pole stuck through it, coated red. At full height, the pole touched the ground and extended 2 feet from his arm, forcing it up and out at shoulder height, like a scarecrow. On the right arm a maze of grills and boilerplate had become embedded. It stuck out at a 45 degree angle and twitched despite his attempts to shut it down. His servos in his feet had stopped responding due to all the electrical zapping. Much to his annoyance, they continually hopped about, giving him the appearance of some arcade fighter character. Of course this was only the beginning of the damage he had taken--his helmet was encrusted with broken glass and pieces of the metal floor, giving it a sort of crown-like appearance, while also revealing random patches of Metal's bloodstained and lacerated scalp. His face was burnt and blackened, and sparks flew in his eyes all the time. But more than that malfunctioned. It only got worse as his vision split into three color layers. The layers danced as he felt like a power drill had gone off in his brain. Then, suddenly, he saw the Saiyan world-destroyer standing next to Amrick. He lunged, and Amrick tiredly sidestepped. The Saiyan vanished. But then he saw the Coachman... no, three of them! He growled and cursed, foaming at the mouth. "You.. you... all of you... you're ganging up on me... you... everyone wants me dead! No one wants to help me! NO ONE!!! I'LL KILL YOU AAAALLLLL!!! ARRRRGHHH$#^$##$^...." He slumped down as visions of death and destruction flooded his vision. There it was... Joker! Darth Bowser! Bozo the Clown! They were all there... and they wanted him DEAD! Amrick backed away in confusion. Indeed, the one poor soldier who woke up also reflexively crawled away. It was like some sort of deranged madman... only instead of being in a hospital gown, he had partially functional war armor equipped! He drunkenly lurched at Amrick, dripping various fluids, as his gooey mouth exhaled wetly. "HEYloooooo MISTER Tim! Yeeeessss... yes... how aaaareeee YOU?" He swung his left arm erratically, nearly clipping the top of Amrick's head with the pole stuck in it. "I am heeer too tell you... yoo can't hurt meee! I am ALREADY DeAAAD! Ah... and... and... AND." He fell forward, but caught himself, using the half-stuck arms alone. The pole slid a little bit and he coughed incoherently. "All of you... all you took away my freedom... all of you... you hate me... you hate human beings... you hate sanity... so you made me this... all of you..." The voice slid down into a deep whisper as his body began to shake uncontrollably. "You must lie... you... cannot... want to help me!" His head lashed backwards for a moment, and a powerful memory hit him. He saw... his life before all of this had happened. That man who had given him this suit and said if he held on, he would find freedom. Of course, Amrick couldn't see it, so his outburst in response meant nothing to him. "NO! YOU LIEEEeeeeeD to me! This suit... IS DEATH! All... DEAD! My family... my life... you... look what happens? Look what... look..." As Amrick was about to swing another slow, desperate attack, the man of mangled steel began moving again. The Time Knight shook with pain and, perhaps, sorrow. This man had ruined his life with his behavior, and now it came out... now that all the defenses the suit had against mental pain had, most likely, been disabled in the crash. But he couldn't bring himself to kill someone who could have just as easily been him, had the world been a bit different. Of course, to the left, the injured Area 51 man had no sympathies. He raised his gun and pointed it at the back of the metal monstrosity. His hand also shook, but it was with rage. This alien has compromised the facility... he must die for the good of AMERICA! Cheesy sentiments aside, he fired... and fired... and fired again. The bullets hit Metal Man again and again and again. The echoes hit the hall like a fistfull of raindrops. The man of steel screeched like an old screen door and turned to the soldier in rage. His hideous glowing face contorted in wordless hatred. And from there, events fell down their own elevator. The speaker on Metal's left shoulder crackled loudly. Immediately, the man of steel's body began dancing out of control. Leaping up and down constantly, he blindly crashed towards the soldier, who was quickly and brutally smashed into a pancake by the mad mechanical man's hideous dance. He then spun about to face Amrick, who was now trembling quite horribly. The smell of death wafted from the Man of Steel as his last remaining chunk of visor projected a very visible targeting reticule on Amrick's forehead. The melodic stomping grew closer. Amrick lifted his axe up to block the blow, but that pole came up and knocked it aside. The pole on Metal's left arm also clocked him right in the head. As Amrick stumbled back, Metal flew forward, spastically pirouette-kicking the Time Knight across the face with his right foot. Then he just as abruptly reversed the movement, getting in another hit. Already wounded as it was, the Time Knight stumbled back, trying to get help from this broken demon. He saw through a windowed door... more military men were coming. There was light there. And behind him... was death, bathed in the glow of red emergency lights. But Metal Man gave no mercy. As Amrick stumbled away, he found Metal Man to have caught up already. A solid metal foot implanted itself into Amrick's back, then reversed so as to send the Time Knight into the air. The man of Steel then hopped up and spun in a circle, slamming his right, jaggedly damaged metal knee into various parts of Amrick over and over again. The hapless Time Knight was thrown and bounced off a wall into the ground, near the door. Well, at least I'm near the door... Or so he thought. The man's brutal fury would not allow those men behind the door to interfere! "N...Nnnnnn... NO... NO ONE... no one... no... LIFE... FOR ANYONE." He collapsed on the floor, then leaped up higher than before, such that his leaping boots finally broke, spraying the area with pneumatic oil. But it was too late; the Metallic monster had grabbed the pipes in the ceiling. "B...BRING THE WHOLE HOUSE DOWN... BEDONE WITH YOU!" He summoned so much fury he glowed blood red, and ripped major pipes and structural supports out of the ceiling, climbing around as he did. Finally he got near Amrick, and his arm joints also gave out. Something ELSE broke, too, as his speech had changed. "Wait... ...you said you could help me? But--" Like a newly stringless puppet, Metal fell to the ground. Amrick clutched the door and went to open it... ...And then the ceiling and a huge pile of metal fell from above, threatening to smash him to bits. As for Metal Man, it was too late; he was buried... and the sparks from his telltale visor had lit all the fluid on fire. It would no longer be an exaggeration to say he had sent the place to hell now. But would Amrick be spared the tragically misplaced fury? Or would the hatred of a million time-traveled years be his undoing? Last edited by Metal Man; 09-05-2009 at 07:32 PM.