Xerosis
The rain slamming down made it quite difficult to keep hold of the concrete. But still he kept his position perched on the edge of the rooftop.
Toller emerged from the remains of where the firedoor was. The firefight a few minutes previous had ensured that door had seen its last day.
He stepped out onto the rooftop, with the rogue R type in his sights. "I HAVE YOU NOW" he screamed maniacally, blood pouring from the gash where his left eye once was. "I'm GOING to FUCKING END YOU!"
The R type grinned sardonically. This was brilliant. He'd succeeded in bringing Toller so far, He'd done so much damage to his empire, and now look at him. The man himself screaming and bleeding on a rooftop in the rain, dishevelled and breathless. This was more than he could have asked for, in one night at least, he took a deep breath ready to jump.
"Whats the matter Toller ol' boy? Why havent you sh-"
The R type let out a laugh as Toller unloaded his pistol into the concrete where he once sat. "Y'know..." he mused landing right behind him "One of these days im gonna try kicking those bullets right back at you." he tapped his legs, the ripped jeans showing the metal beneath. "But I'm sure you already knew about these didnt you?"
Toller simply looked at him.
"What have you done to yourself? You were a normal man. You were a soldier!"
The R type flared. "What have I DONE? I HAVE DONE NOTHING" he screamed. "YOU SEE THESE LEGS? THESE ARE JUST RECOMPENSE FOR WHAT YOU! TOOK! FROM! ME!" A fierce fire burned in his eyes as he drew closer and closer to Toller with each venomous word, who had already given up all hope of getting off this rooftop alive now. He knew his final moves already.
There were several inch think footprints stomped into the concrete, as the R type punctuated each hate filled syllable with a sickening crunch. At both ends of this trail was a man out of his mind. The only thing seperating them both was their opinion on a single subject. Driven to the furthest ends to keep their opinion the one on top, they had managed to come to this point. A rooftop at midnight, in the pouring rain, waiting for the new year to ring in.
"I was a normal man once." The words came from the man on the floor, practically on his knees. "In the beginning it was all fun and games you know? running an empire. I had waited so long for the chance. I practically killed my own father to get it, do you understand what that can do to a young mind?" he gibbered at the man in front of him.
"What do you want? Pity?" sneered the return.
"N-No, but you must understand. Those who get into this game do not do so without some sacrifice. There are liberties taken by others."
"You mean like how you took my legs? how you almost took my life? but you left me with a hollow represention of who I once was? I'm not even a proper human being for godsakes. I'm a watered down copy of some guy who died for his country. I dont even have HIS honorable death to call my own. Do YOU know what THATS like? Not to MENTION all of my friends you MURDERED TO GET TO ME! WHAT ABOUT THEM?"
Toller fell back onto his haunches and was promptly felled with a swift kick to the face. Which was exactly what he had been waiting for.
There was a piercing crack. For a moment it silenced even the torrenting rain and the cacophany of the people down below. Toller lay back on the floor, smoking pistol in hand, hidden until now, such a small insignificant piece of metal compared to his previous attempts. The R type brought his hand up to his face, and drew it back bloody. He stared back at it for a second, and then promptly kicked Toller right off the rooftop. There was a bullet sized chunk missing now out of his left earlobe, blood smeared all over his face.
He jumped across to the adjacent rooftop where a broken bleeding Toller was in the midst of calling for backup. He kneeled down and laughed in his face. "You see that? That was what you did to me. You helped rebuild me, you had the technology, you made me BETTER." he laughed again, partially at the relief that his head wasnt sprayed across the wall two minutes previously.
A noise was heard at the base of the building, something unusual, something definatley militant. The R type stood up quickly, Toller was reminded of a meerkat. "Anyway Anthony, must be off, have your people call mine and we'll do lunch sometime."
Toller groaned as he bled all over the rooftop.
A slight twitch of the head and the renegade soldier clone kneeled back down for a final word.
"Well, I know they say mr.speaker has the word. But for the moment, I do. You know how each Type has a set number of units made? and each is given a name starting with their types letter? Well I bet you've been trying like hell to figure mine out. Its not Ronald or Ricardo or even Reject. I named myself, and since it cant do you any good to know it, I thought I'd share it with you." He sneered one last time before jumping off the edge.
"Its RIOT."
Toller emerged from the remains of where the firedoor was. The firefight a few minutes previous had ensured that door had seen its last day.
He stepped out onto the rooftop, with the rogue R type in his sights. "I HAVE YOU NOW" he screamed maniacally, blood pouring from the gash where his left eye once was. "I'm GOING to FUCKING END YOU!"
The R type grinned sardonically. This was brilliant. He'd succeeded in bringing Toller so far, He'd done so much damage to his empire, and now look at him. The man himself screaming and bleeding on a rooftop in the rain, dishevelled and breathless. This was more than he could have asked for, in one night at least, he took a deep breath ready to jump.
"Whats the matter Toller ol' boy? Why havent you sh-"
The R type let out a laugh as Toller unloaded his pistol into the concrete where he once sat. "Y'know..." he mused landing right behind him "One of these days im gonna try kicking those bullets right back at you." he tapped his legs, the ripped jeans showing the metal beneath. "But I'm sure you already knew about these didnt you?"
Toller simply looked at him.
"What have you done to yourself? You were a normal man. You were a soldier!"
The R type flared. "What have I DONE? I HAVE DONE NOTHING" he screamed. "YOU SEE THESE LEGS? THESE ARE JUST RECOMPENSE FOR WHAT YOU! TOOK! FROM! ME!" A fierce fire burned in his eyes as he drew closer and closer to Toller with each venomous word, who had already given up all hope of getting off this rooftop alive now. He knew his final moves already.
There were several inch think footprints stomped into the concrete, as the R type punctuated each hate filled syllable with a sickening crunch. At both ends of this trail was a man out of his mind. The only thing seperating them both was their opinion on a single subject. Driven to the furthest ends to keep their opinion the one on top, they had managed to come to this point. A rooftop at midnight, in the pouring rain, waiting for the new year to ring in.
"I was a normal man once." The words came from the man on the floor, practically on his knees. "In the beginning it was all fun and games you know? running an empire. I had waited so long for the chance. I practically killed my own father to get it, do you understand what that can do to a young mind?" he gibbered at the man in front of him.
"What do you want? Pity?" sneered the return.
"N-No, but you must understand. Those who get into this game do not do so without some sacrifice. There are liberties taken by others."
"You mean like how you took my legs? how you almost took my life? but you left me with a hollow represention of who I once was? I'm not even a proper human being for godsakes. I'm a watered down copy of some guy who died for his country. I dont even have HIS honorable death to call my own. Do YOU know what THATS like? Not to MENTION all of my friends you MURDERED TO GET TO ME! WHAT ABOUT THEM?"
Toller fell back onto his haunches and was promptly felled with a swift kick to the face. Which was exactly what he had been waiting for.
There was a piercing crack. For a moment it silenced even the torrenting rain and the cacophany of the people down below. Toller lay back on the floor, smoking pistol in hand, hidden until now, such a small insignificant piece of metal compared to his previous attempts. The R type brought his hand up to his face, and drew it back bloody. He stared back at it for a second, and then promptly kicked Toller right off the rooftop. There was a bullet sized chunk missing now out of his left earlobe, blood smeared all over his face.
He jumped across to the adjacent rooftop where a broken bleeding Toller was in the midst of calling for backup. He kneeled down and laughed in his face. "You see that? That was what you did to me. You helped rebuild me, you had the technology, you made me BETTER." he laughed again, partially at the relief that his head wasnt sprayed across the wall two minutes previously.
A noise was heard at the base of the building, something unusual, something definatley militant. The R type stood up quickly, Toller was reminded of a meerkat. "Anyway Anthony, must be off, have your people call mine and we'll do lunch sometime."
Toller groaned as he bled all over the rooftop.
A slight twitch of the head and the renegade soldier clone kneeled back down for a final word.
"Well, I know they say mr.speaker has the word. But for the moment, I do. You know how each Type has a set number of units made? and each is given a name starting with their types letter? Well I bet you've been trying like hell to figure mine out. Its not Ronald or Ricardo or even Reject. I named myself, and since it cant do you any good to know it, I thought I'd share it with you." He sneered one last time before jumping off the edge.
"Its RIOT."