Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.
A momentary dream. As much of a dream as it could be: Nowhere. Alone. Except not alone. A pair of eyes. Eyes always on his back. Turn back. No one. Silent, except the crackle of fire; screams in the distance. The sudden sensation. A foreign one; long forgotten: Dread. Fear.
For the most part, Prometheus tossed such things over his shoulder; like the unwanted bones after a meal. They hit the floor and were swept away by time. There was a method and an orderly way to deal with these rare things. But the broom couldn’t keep up with those eating. The little cluster of troublesome things had begun to build up in his head.
How many times now? How many has it been?
To have suffered so many heavy hits; to have returned so greatly damaged after so many battles, it was a wonder the old lady had been able to put him back into one piece. He wished he hadn’t. Dealing with the old woman was almost more work than walking around wounded. Almost. The pain was nearly equal, in his opinion.
In the end, it was just another shot to his pride. A terribly sick and wounded pride. Especially in dealing with that cricket. That was the worst. At least he knew he left the other reploid to die. That sat well in his chest. There was that female reploid as well, but…the damage he retained in those fights was far too much. Losing too much, gaining too little.
Prometheus shifted position on the roof; sitting up from his more relaxed spot. Enough waiting around and getting repaired. His hand shifted to his stomach; there’s been a gaping wound there not that long ago. That feeling hadn’t left him just yet. He wasn’t forgetting anytime soon.
I’m not going to lose. I don’t lose.
He jumped up and stretches his arms up high into the sky. A few swings of his scythe at the air and then he was ready to go. Time to find the old woman. They had unfinished business; long overdue.
The said old woman is sitting at a table in the main room inside the house, humming while drinking her tea out of a thermos. Ah… such a nice day, hm? She smiles softly, enjoying the aroma of a green tea mixed with sugar. As far she is concerned, the weather is warming up a little. But it is still damn cold.
One of the things that happen to her lately was the constant repairing of a certain someone and a repair on that certain someone’s victim. It annoyed her to some degree. But then that said certain someone had told her that he is her boss. Hah. Time to time she would call him that either being serious or for a joke. Most of the time it was on the latter. That kid needs to learn how to respect and all. She chuckles at that thought.
He isn’t so bad after all. Especially when he tries to help her whenever she needed it. Not bad for the one called the Reaper who wants to kill everyone. Artimys takes another sip from her tea filled thermos.
// ;; Shorter post than you. //
It was simple really. A hop, skip and a jump down the roof to the street level; around the back of the house of course. Less attention. For just a moment, he considers downing one of the walls; blasting a window, but in the end, he selects the door to enter from. He tears it open and slams it shut.
“Old woman!” he barks loudly. Carried away without thinking, he heads for the kitchen. For a very long moment, he simply stares at her; glaring just slightly.
Now. How much does she owe me?
More than once he can recall telling the old hag to fight him. None of that sparring crap like the first few times. No, a real fight. No quitting. No mercy. Just someone dead at the end of someone’s else. She wasn’t useless in a fight; a little different from other humans. It was interesting to him. To see a human go toe to toe with him and not simply jump into his blade was something of a rarity.
He had no intention of preserving that however. The old hag grew mouthier by the day. A tool should be a tool and not talk back.
Still, she was the only tool around he could get to do those repairs…
Maybe I’ll just maim her terribly today. Put her in her place.
After was was probably a very long stare-down, Prometheus grins. “Outside,” is his direct order.
((Even shorter. Brain broke. XD))