#;chapter 1

   Down and down and down and down she fell, the armor clad killer slid down what felt like a life time, before landing in a large, dark room. A storage room? A training room?  

Whatever it was, it would soon be her T O M B. 

‘If this was her punishment’, she likely so foolishly thought, ‘ this wasn’t that bad’. A dark room, to die of boredom? Such a pleasant death compared to the one she did to that poor boy. (He was only sixteen! Dead before he was out of high school! Such the tragedy!)

 A Flash, and the room was illuminated! How surprised she was, seeing a room full of herself! Rows upon rows of Black armored robots, All perfectly identical, in both movement and appearance. All moving into a combat ready pose, all looking directly at her. She wasn’t stupid. No, far from it, she knew what this was.

Well, if they wanted a show;

                         SHE’LL GIVE THEM A FUCKING SHOW.

  All at once, they converged, Armies of one and many meeting each other in head to head combat. You hitch your breath, in concern, could she even handle that many? Can she win a war against herself? 

  All worries, were perhaps misplaced. She thought Valiantly, skillfully, like the trained killer she was. She ripped the head off one and used it as a weapon, tear a limb off and used it as a bat. It was bloodless (did that really made it handle-able?)  but no less brutal. She put up a good fight, better then most, better then you expected. She was making steady progress through the numbers.

     But even machines have their limits. The more she fought, the more of her shadows she fought, the harder it got. She knocked down one, two came back, she punched one, she got it back in full from several others. She was being surrounded, she was so beyond her means. She couldn’t win, She couldn’t, She physically couldn’t.  

She tried, she fought back so valiantly, so gosh damn hard. As if, there was some sort of reward for not succumbing to her fate. Clemency? forgiveness? an escape?

No

 One behind her grabbed hold of her arm and r i p p e d it out, flash of sparks of suddenly disconnected cables.So she wasn’t human either.  She yowls angrily in pain, but another grabbed her remaining arm and tore it off as well. She stumbles, the suffering and anger still on her invisible lips. More approached and more of her was torn asunder, breaking off or apart anything they could touch. Her chest piece went flying, a leg, a fist through the screen... Brutalizing her like she brutalized that teenager,

And eventually, the head was popped off,

 thrown carelessly to the side as the clones continued their bloodless carnage.  They didn’t cease until every last piece, every last wire, was torn and made into s c r a p. 

And like that, the feed ends. Did you all, did you all truly, just see some die?

Yes, Yes you did.