Blueprints 003: Wolverine-mean
Action: Morning, 1450 Mitchell Road and around.
(Engie's just happily working on his sentries again on the lawn. All seems well with the Texan. Wanna say hi?)
Action: Afternoon Around town
(Engie's now walking around town on his way to work. He's just opened the door to the bakery, actually.)
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(Engie's just happily working on his sentries again on the lawn. All seems well with the Texan. Wanna say hi?)
Action: Afternoon Around town
(Engie's now walking around town on his way to work. He's just opened the door to the bakery, actually.)
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And that's when he heard the beep behind.
Turning around, he was just in time to catch Dr Ilsa get attacked by a hidden sentry. His eyes widened with horror.)
Doc!!
(Immediately he rushes forward with his shotgun, intending to shoot it down. But at that moment, his fake tackles him to the ground hard. Engie smashes against the cupboards in the garage as scrap metal fell around and on him, leaving a few bruises.
His clone flashed a smile at Engie, as he advanced picking up the shotgun Engie had dropped on the ground. He cocked it and pointed it at the fallen Engineer.)
"Y'all just one big disgrace after another, aren't cha? Ya can't save your friends, ya can't save your family, can't even save yourself...it's no wonder momma died. You're just weak. No stomach ta kill, not even when it counts. You think you can solve all the world's problems by bein' all nice and sunshine? Daddy was right all along; you're nothin' but a gutless, sorry excuse for a human being, and ya never should've been born. Hell, maybe if you weren't, momma could've been spared all those beatin's. Guess the world would be better off without ya-"
(It's at this moment the fake Engineer gets cut off, when Engie suddenly lunges forward with a piece of metal. The gun goes off, barely missing the Engie by hair. Engie always knew that his aim is atrocious; just never knew that it would come to save him.
If you're around 1450 Mitchell Road, you'll be treated to a very inhuman scream of pain as Engie uses the piece of scrap metal in his hand to gouge out his double's eye. The fake stumbles out, blood streaming from his face. Engie slowly picks up the shotgun and calmly walks out. There's a horrible sneer on his face and a manic gleam in his eye, and at that point one has to wonder which is the true Benjamin Williamson.)
You done incurred my wrath, son.
(He proceeds to shoot his double's leg, the twisted grin widening when there's an explosion of flesh, blood and bone. His clone howls in pain, but Engie isn't done yet, not by a long shot. Oh no.
He's going to make this fake pay. And he's going to enjoy every single second of it.)
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[ Ilsa's focused on incinerating the sentry. She might have been living with Pyro too long, considering how quick she is to light it up. ]
[ Not much she can do about the shoulder for now, but there is one thing she does have to take care of, considering how painful the emotion storm is now... ]
Make it clean, hon... please...
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...until he promptly blasts his fake's right leg off, piece by piece. Starting with the foot, then the knee, and then the thigh. Each shot is punctuated by his doppelganger's shrieks.)
I would like ta oblige ya, Doc, but this man needs ta be an example.
Ya run out of leg room, son? Well, ya still got yer arms, ain't cha?
(And then Engie starts with the right arm. Flecks of blood are splaterring his shirt and his face, but he doesn't even seem to notice.)
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Enough, he's... aughngh!
[ She's been reminded that there might have been more than one sentry built when another clips her ear as it rounds the corner of the building. ]
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Might wanna stay down Doc. Those sentries won't hurt me, but they'll automatically target ya if they sense ya. I'll git down to disablin' them when I'm done with this fool.
(Engie sets his gun down at the side and picks up the piece of scrap metal that he had used just now. The pointy end is still dripping with blood, but that doesn't make it any less sharp. By now, the clone is a bloody and terrified mess, doing his best to try and crawl away from Engie. Not much he can do though, what with missing two legs and a hand. Engie heads over to him, intent on drawing another painful scream from him.)
Not so funny now huh? I got y'all figured out now.
(Engie kicks the clone so that he's lying on his back, before he steps hard on the clone's stomach. Taking advantage of the man's yell of pain, he then proceeds to plunge the jagged ends of the metal into the mouth, raking out teeth and gum. As the clone flails and gurgles, Engie keeps him down with his other hand, the other steadily at work.)
There's only one coward around here, and that's you. Y'all don't have it in ya ta actually kill anyone, do ya? If you're meant ta be a copy of me, ya should be afraid to. That's why y'all couldn't shoot me back then. But y'know the difference between me and you?
I care about people. And I don't like it when those people I care about...
(He proceeds to bash in the clone's nose.)
...git hurt. Y'don't need 11 PhDs ta figure out that one son. I have a reason ta be hurtin' ya real bad son. You don't.
And that's why, at the end of the day, the one who's a real yellow-bellied spineless coward...that'd be you.
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[ She curls in on herself, under the boxwood at the corner of the house, wishing she had the skill to be invisible, willing herself to be still. ]
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Engie isn't really quite done yet. His rage and anger have yet to be satisfied, even more so the blood lust that just screams at him from within to inflict even more pain. But he catches sight of Ilsa near the boxwood, and he stops. As much as he wanted to continue, he had to take care of her first. No matter how much he wanted the fake to suffer, he wanted her to be alright more.
So, he picks up the shot gun. He'll be leaving bloody handprints all over it, but he'll worry about that later. For now, he cocks it and aims it at the sorry mess that used to be his clone.)
I'm wolverine-mean, you sonovabitch.
(He then proceeds to finally blow up the fake's head. The brain matter splatters all over the front lawn, but at least the crying and screaming has ended.
For a moment, Engie just stands there, breathing heavily. He needs time to think now, time to figure out what next to do. First thing first, he needs to disable the sentries. Then he needs to rig up another dispenser to help Ilsa. Then...
...that's when he realises that he's gone and lost control all over again.
The shot gun clatters to the side of him. There weren't any bullets left, otherwise it might've gone off. Wordlessly, he heads over to the other sentries to turn them off. They were all exactly where he thought they'd be, had he set them up.)
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You okay now, hon?
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I've got a dispenser at the garage. It's not fully up, but it should do the trick. Y'all alright now, Doc?
(He's doing his best to keep his emotions in check. All he wants to do right now is jump into the shower and wash up. He wonders, dully, whether he can actually wash the blood off his hands.)
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Good, because I can't heal this myself, yet.
[ She lets him lead her to where he's set up the dispenser. ]
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There's probably some mines or stuff like that in the house. I'm just gonna go and disable'em.
(He heads out of the garage. He wouldn't blame her if she left the moment she healed up.)
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[ She needs to check on him. ]
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I'm glad the dispenser fixed ya up. Is there anywhere that's still hurtin'? I passed medical school, so I know a lil 'bout treatin' minor wounds.
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[ She touches his shoulder. ]
I'm also an empath. Part of why I got into psychiatry, to help heal what I can sense.
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(He's suddenly afraid for some reason. Afraid because she sounded like she knew something about him. Something that he had never told anyone else except for his wife and the policemen that he had reported himself to.)
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An empath can sense emotional states around them.
[ She's also projecting calm and reassurance, in response to his fear. ]
You were under control, until I got hurt. So it's my responsibility to help you now.
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