(A couple of minutes before the call)
"Are you really gonna launch it?" Oromi asked, a small sense of worry in the plan.
Coldstorm simply turned his head near her as he grinned maniacally.
"Of course. . . Its a full proof plan that can only go right. My intuition says that our little cunt will come running to help the people, only to get killed by the robot, thus keeping our town safe from this. . . mongrol." He sneered as he gazed out his window.
Oromi stood next to Coldstorm as an unsettling feeling creeped up onto her back. She glanced over at Coldstorm, whose face was filled with an unnatural amount of malice and hatred, as he focused on the disaster soon to come. . .
She didn't want to be here anymore; this was starting to make her uncomfortable. . . But how could she leave him in a time like this. . . How could she think about abandoning him after all he's shared with her, and only her? It would be a disgrace to who she was if she didn't stick by him.
She tried to hold his hand, only for her to pull back. . . Who was she kidding? Even if she tried to push towards this, it probably wouldn't work ou-
"Before her thoughts could finish, another handheld her's tightly as she jumped up in shock. She looked down to see Coldstorm looking away from her, his hand firmly around hers.
"I never got to thank you for listening to my story a couple days ago. . . I . . . It felt good to get that off my chest, so I wanted to remind you that I'm glad your one of the good people in my life. . . It keeps me grounded to reality to have you in my life." He said, his voiced soothing yet still holding that deep voice he had earlier, yet right now, it could've been a voice from the clear sky and Oromi would've believed it was him.
After everything that's about to happen, even fate is something people can't control.
Down below, resides John, who was sitting in his usually chair that he normally sits in on cloudy days like this. . . But today was a good day. The sky felt more goldish blue compared to the average sky-blue color the afternoon has, but there was something about the sun's rays blessing the skylight which made the sky more heavenly than usual. The peaceful ambiance, the sound of people laughing under the sunlight's divine beams, its the perfect day off he's had.
"Man. . . Nothing can ruin today." He said with a smile on his face.
Just as those would come out of his mouth, a large thud slammed near him, as the sound of rubble and dust filled the air.
John let out a large sigh as he leaned off of his chair and looked towards the new crater than just emerged. He paused for a moment, before concluding that whatever this was, was in fact not his problem. So he picked up his belongings and began walking away, attempting to play ignorant to whatever nonsense was about to emerge. Alas, fate had other plans as suddenly a beam of light shot at him, which pierced his shoulder, as he turned back around to the crater.
The thing walked out of the smoke, its body twitching and turning with each faint movement it made as it's body gleamed under the sunlight, almost like a divine being. It's metalic frame was a silverish color as it's structure was uncomfortably humane, as if someone tried making a metal doll that could move about on its own. It had fake white hair, and blue eyes, as the two locked eyes with each other in an unsettling matter.
The robot, in a twist of its false hips, threw its arm towards John which stretched towards him. John dropped his things except his phone, as he ran away from the incoming arms. With what little focus he had at the moment, he contacted Siren's phone number, as he picked up.
"Siren! Some random ass robot is destroying shit in the Elf distri-" Just as he was speaking, the robot shot his phone, still chasing after him.
He made a quick turn into an alleyway as he hid behind the garbage can, as the arms retreated. The sound of metal clanking as the robot took each step was uncanny, as it looked around for something, as a ping noise came from it.
In front of it was a child.
"Everyone stop!" A man cried out, as everybody froze in place.
The two locked eyes, as there was a strange pause as everybody around them stood frozen. Everybody looked at each other with panic, they didn't know if moving would set it off, so nobody moved an inch.
The robot leaned close towards the child, almost like it studied the young girl, as her breathing grew more frantic, as the Ice Elves around her tried signaling for her not to move. With each passing second, her breaths slowly went from being breathing to a desperate gasp of air. The fear in the child's eyes, as tears rolled down, her body fighting to not move. The robot lifted its hand into the air as it began shifting and turning until the pieces all came together to form a sort of blaster. The outside making a sort of plump cylinder shape with a large hole in the center.
What was about to happen is something nobody could've thought would be occurring. Out of the one thousand, seven hundred and sixty-four miles that made this town, for the next three hours of their lives, people within two hundred miles of this robot. . . Will either live with fear.
Or die knowing malice of something with no heart. Hatred expressed from a robot but forged by the maker.
The robot dropped its arm as it proceeded to shoot the child in a swift matter, as it could only be described like a balloon popping everywhere. As this happened people screamed, cried and ran, as they trampled over each other, only worried about their own desperate survival. The sound of people screaming as the sound of the static coming from the bullets shooting was horrible, but the sound of hitting people was worse.
Each time those balls of energy hit someone it made a sizzling sound. As if it was the sound of someone burning hair mixed with shrieks of people's bodies being partial disintegrated.
It was sickening.
John continued to hide behind the trash can as he tried to cover his ears from all the death happening near him. He wanted to do something, but if he did something, then he might be the one dead. . . And he didn't feel like dying today.
Suddenly, a large crashing noise happened as the sound of the gun going off stopped entirely. The sound of people was still present, but the gun hasn't went off in a good bit.
John got up from the trash can, as he peeked his head out from behind the corner only to be shocked.
The reason that the gun stopped firing wasn't because the robot had chosen to stop firing, someone closed the gun!
There, right in front of the robot, crushing its gun with his bare hands was Clockwork! He was attempting to rip off the gun as the robot twitched and turned about, trying to pull away.
John without even thinking, rushed next to Clockwork as he pushed the robot away from him.
"Hurry up and rip that gun off man!" John yelled out, panic settling in his voice.
Clockwork shrugged as he pulled harder.
"Don't tell me what to do jackass!" He said as in one big tug, the arm ripped off as Clockwork fell back.
The sky's once beautiful atmosphere soon faded away, as rain clouded the sky, giving it that dark and dreadful presence. The robot jumped up, as its eyes changed from light blue to a dark blue, as it twitched even more frantically than before.
Suddenly, the arm turned to mush in Clockwork's hands as if it were visible particles. They slowly made their way back to the robot as it coated itself, giving it back its arm as if it never was ripped off.
Clockwork took a step forward, his tusks glowing brightly. "John. . . If your going to run, I recommend you do it now, cause I don't plan on leaving these threat alive." He said, as he blew smoke.
John put his hands up close to his face as he smirked at Clockwork, and back at the robot.
"I can't leave now, not after you showing off like that." He exclaimed as the rain slowly started to settling in.
The deep blue from the robot, the black from John, and the green from Clockwork all settled in slowly.
The battle between; The robot sparked by hatred against, the man forgotten by the ties of fate, and The Orc wielding the Horn of Absolute was about to begin.