"But I'm not human am I hehe? No you got rid of that didn't you?"
The final words dripped with venom, each syllable punctuated by the raw pain of her existence.
The researcher flinched at the declaration, her heart racing, and Scotch felt a knot tightening in his stomach.
Luna's eyes darted back to Scotch, the manic glimmer in her gaze unyielding. "Oh! Silly me I forgot about you, Ahem... do you want to join me in escaping?"
Scotch blinked, his brain struggling to process her sudden shift. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.
"oh! uhm sure. but do not kill everyone here. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth"
Luna's manic grin faltered for a moment, her red eyes narrowing as she cocked her head to one side. "Not kill them?" she echoed, as if the idea was a foreign concept. Her gaze drifted to the cowering researchers, their terror palpable, then back to Scotch. "Why not? They deserve it, don't they? Every one of them is complicit. Every one of them has hurt us."
Scotch grimaced. "Maybe. But I'm not looking to add more blood to my hands than I have to. Besides, leaving a pile of bodies behind us will only draw more attention."
Luna's lips twisted into a pout, her eyes flashing with irritation. "So what? Let them come. Let them try to stop us! I've been waiting for this moment, dreaming of it in the pit they kept me in. I want them to suffer. I want them to know what I felt."
Scotch held her gaze, unblinking. "And then what? You burn down the place and get caught, or killed. Is that the plan?"
For a moment, silence hung between them, thick with tension. Luna's fingers flexed, the metal parts of her body creaking slightly as she clenched her fists. Then, she let out a bitter laugh, her smile returning but with less intensity.
"Fine," she said, her voice dripping with mock resignation. "But we can't just stroll out of here. They'll hunt us down."
Scotch exhaled, relieved that she hadn't pushed harder for carnage. "That's true, I thought I could just kill a guard then go through the exit a while back. If only there was a way to get higher clearance"
Luna's eyes lit up again, a glint of mischief replacing the anger. "The control room. That's where everything is. Security feeds, lockdown controls, access to the outside world. We get there, we own this place."
Scotch frowned. "Control room?"
"Don't tell me you actually thought we could just waltz through the front door? I thought you were joking!" Luna teased, the corners of her mouth quirking up. "This facility is huge, with layers of security and enough guards to choke a small army. But in the control room, we can disable the alarms, open doors, and even reroute guard patrols."
Scotch nodded slowly, seeing the sense in her plan. "Fine. But we still need to get there without raising every alarm in the building."
Luna's grin widened. "Oh, that's the fun part. We take these lovely gentlemen's suits," she said, nudging one of the fallen guards with her foot. "Put them on, helmets and all, and sneak in like we belong here. No one will be the wiser. We knock out anyone who gets in our way—your way, since you don't want any more bloodshed. Deal?"
Scotch hesitated, but it was clear there was no better option. Luna was dangerous, unstable even, but she had a plan, and it might just work. He sighed and extended his hand. "Deal."
Luna clasped his hand with a surprising amount of force, her cold metal fingers gripping his tightly. "Deal," she echoed, her eyes gleaming with something that Scotch couldn't quite read.
As they crouched down to strip the guards of their suits, Luna whispered, "We cant have all these people alerting anyone. So ill knock them all out while while you are getting suited up. Then follow me to the control room. I know this place like the back of my mind from these researchers passing conversation over the years"
Luna moved with startling efficiency. Before Scotch could even fully process her words, she was already stalking toward the researchers. They scrambled, eyes wide with fear, trying to back away, but there was nowhere to go.
With swift, precise strikes, Luna knocked each one unconscious. Her movements were almost elegant, fluid, as if the violence was a natural extension of herself. A few struggled—one researcher tried to crawl under a desk, another raised a trembling hand as if to beg—but Luna's expression remained indifferent. In moments, the room was silent save for the soft sound of breathing from the unconscious researchers.
"Done," she said casually, dusting her hands off as if she'd just completed a mundane task.
Scotch glanced at the scene, his stomach turning slightly, but he reminded himself that at least they were still alive. He busied himself with putting on the guard's suit, fastening the Armor and securing the helmet. It felt heavy and uncomfortable, but it would have to do.
Luna, now in a full guard uniform herself, adjusted her helmet and looked at him. "You ready, 'guard'?" she teased, her voice playful again, a stark contrast to the brutal scene that had just unfolded.
Scotch gave a small nod, tightening the straps on his gloves. "Lead the way."
Luna flashed a grin before heading toward the door, her steps light and confident. Scotch followed closely behind, trying to shake the unsettling image of her knocking out the researchers with such ease.
They slipped through the door into a narrow hallway. The lights were dim, casting long shadows that made the place feel even more oppressive. Luna led the way with quick, determined strides, pausing occasionally to glance around corners or check for any guards. Her movements were confident, like she had rehearsed this escape a thousand times in her mind.
As they approached a wider corridor, Scotch noticed a door at the end labelled "CONTROL ROOM ACCESS - AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY." Relief flickered in his chest. They were close.
But just as they neared the door, a voice called out behind them.
"Hey, Parsons!"
Scotch froze. Luna stopped too, her head tilting slightly, her grin fading under the helmet's visor. Slowly, they turned to face a tall, broad-shouldered guard walking toward them. The man's expression was casual, but there was a familiarity in his tone that sent a spike of anxiety through Scotch's chest.
"Parsons, you forget your post already?" the guard asked, frowning as he approached. "The shift isn't over, man. What are you doing here?"
Scotch's heart pounded. He glanced down quickly and saw the name tag on the chest of the suit he was wearing—Parsons. Of course. He scrambled for an excuse, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Uh... got called for a... " Scotch said
The guard let out a little chuckle "haha don't worry man. I know its your last day before you retire. I bet your just hounding to get back to your five kids and your happy family"
Scotch's stomach twisted at the guard's words. Retirement? Five kids? The weight of the armour suddenly felt suffocating. He forced a strained laugh, trying to keep his voice steady. "Yeah... you know how it is."
The guard chuckled again, clearly oblivious to Scotch's growing discomfort. "Man, I've gotta hand it to you, Parsons. You've always been solid. What, twenty years in the force? Most of us can't even make it to ten. I still remember when you saved Jessie's life during that riot in Sector 7, right before you were about to propose to her. You're a real hero, man."
Scotch's throat tightened. His vision blurred slightly, the world around him feeling unreal. He had killed Parsons without a second thought, desperate to survive. And now here was this guard, unknowingly talking up the man's virtues. A hero. A family man. Someone whose life had been stolen for Scotch's own escape.
"Uh, thanks," Scotch mumbled, his voice barely audible behind the helmet. He felt sick.
The guard kept smiling, clearly enjoying the chance to reminisce. "You're a good guy, Parsons. I know you'll enjoy retirement. You deserve it. And hey, don't be a stranger. Come by and visit the old crew sometime, yeah?"
Scotch nodded, struggling to maintain his composure. "Yeah... definitely."
The guard clapped him on the shoulder, his smile warm. "Take care man, Go do whatever you need to do."
With that, the guard gave a final nod and walked past them, whistling softly as he went. Scotch exhaled, his hands trembling slightly under the suit.
Luna glanced over at him, her expression unreadable beneath the helmet, though there was a brief flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "You okay there, 'Parsons'?" she asked in a low voice.
Scotch swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus. "Let's just get this over with."
Luna didn't push the matter further. She turned and led the way to the control room door, her movements smooth and confident as always. Scotch followed, his mind racing, guilt gnawing at him with every step.
When they reached the door, Luna quickly keyed in a sequence on the control panel, and the door slid open with a soft hiss. Inside, rows of monitors displayed various security feeds, data, and controls for the facility. It was the heart of the entire operation.
Luna stepped inside, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Welcome to the control room. Let's Get some high clearance cards and get out of here"
Inside the control room, Luna moved with swift purpose, her fingers dancing over the various consoles. She wasted no time rifling through the drawers and cabinets, looking for high-clearance cards. Scotch stood near the door, still shaken from the earlier encounter but trying to keep his composure. He watched as Luna's metallic fingers finally pulled out a small stack of access cards, each labelled with a clearance level far higher than anything he had imagined.
"Here we go," she said, tossing one over to him. "These will get us anywhere in this place."
Scotch caught the card, glancing down at it. "So, what's next?"
Luna grinned, her eyes glowing with an almost childlike glee. "Now, we disable the alarms, reroute the guards, and walk out of here." She turned back to the control panel, her hands moving expertly as she shut down security protocols. A series of beeps and hums indicated the alarms were offline. The camera feeds flickered before going dark one by one.
"Done," she said with satisfaction. "Now, let's get out of here."
As they left the control room, walking through the dimly lit corridors, Scotch tried to shake off the growing sense of unease. He glanced over at Luna. There was something about her—something possessive, even in the way she moved beside him, her gaze always flicking back toward him, as if to make sure he wasn't slipping away.
"You know," Luna said suddenly, her voice soft but carrying a sharp edge, "I've waited a long time for this. Longer than you can imagine. And now that you're here with me... well, I'm not letting you go. We're in this together now."
Scotch stiffened slightly. "Together? You mean for the escape, right?"
Luna's smile was slow, almost predatory. "Of course that too. I've never owned something before hehe~"
He didn't know how to respond to that. Instead, he kept his eyes forward, trying to focus on the task at hand. But her words lingered in his mind, unsettling him.
They walked in silence for a while, the quiet broken only by the occasional hum of the facility's machinery. Scotch couldn't shake the feeling that Luna was always watching him, even when her eyes were ahead. The way she talked, the way she acted—there was an intensity to her that bordered on obsession. He wasn't sure what to make of it.
"You're quiet," she remarked, her voice cutting through the silence. "Second thoughts?"
Scotch shook his head quickly. "No. Just… thinking."
"Good," she said, her voice softening slightly. "Because I wouldn't like it if you were thinking about leaving alone. Not after all we've done together."
They turned a corner, and finally, the exit loomed ahead. The heavy steel door was the last barrier between them and freedom.
Luna slowed her pace, glancing over at Scotch with a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. "This is it," she whispered, her voice low and eager. "We're almost out."
Just as Luna reached for the control panel to open the exit door, a loud bang echoed through the corridor, followed by a rapid succession of thuds. Scotch's heart skipped a beat, and before he could react, the door ahead of them burst open with a deafening crash.
*Boom!*
As the door exploded open and the figures in black militaristic outfits stormed in, Scotch's instincts kicked in. Without thinking, his hand shot toward his waist, reaching for his gun.
But his fingers met empty air.
His heart raced as the horrifying realization hit him—he had left his gun back in the control room when they were securing the clearance cards. Panic surged through him like a jolt of electricity. He was defenceless.
Luna had already tensed up, her eyes burning with rage, preparing to fight. But before either of them could make a move, the sharp thwick of a tranquilizer dart pierced the air. Luna's body jerked as the dart struck her neck, her furious expression softening into confusion before her legs gave out beneath her.
Scotch's mind raced, his chest tight with fear. He turned to run, to do something—anything—but a second dart hit him square in the arm. The cold sting spread through his veins, and the world began to spin. He stumbled, trying to stay upright, but his vision blurred, his limbs growing impossibly heavy.
Then, everything went dark.
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