Heh, usually I'd be in bed right about now. You know, sleeping with one foot hanging off the bed, wrapped up snug as a bug in my blanket. Well, today isn't your usual day. First, its mom dying right after saying she would be back with food, liar; she can't possibly come back with her top half right in front of me and her bottom half 60 feet away frozen solid.
The patrolling police should've been here by now, but I guess if they are as incompetent as they say, I shouldn't get my hopes up. If your wondering what I'm doing or what my role is in all this,? Well, hmm, how should I say this?
I'M FUCKING SCREWED!!!
Yep, that's the perfect choice of words.
I'm currently running for my life, praying that I don't slip and fall. If your thinking I'm taking this well, guess what? I'm six seconds away from a panic attack that I really can't afford right now.
It all started with that bastard of a mecha, Ice-Breaker, bursting through the building while having the ever-living soul beat out of him. I mean... I am leaving out a few little bitty details, but who cares? My life is way more important than explaining to some... Wait a minute? Who are you guys anyway?
Eh doesn't matter; right now my main focus is getting to a MCH station. They really have a way with names, don't they? Calling a Mech hub a MCH station, I wonder where they got the idea. (I'm lazy, okay, bite me.).
Anyway, you get the idea, right? Right?
Yeah, you definitely do. Oh, I'm almost there. It looks like Big R is in luck. Ah, looks like I just had to go say something. Oh yeah, I have to tell you guys what's happening, right? Well, right now there's two, not one, but two 40-foot-tall bulky boys called rangers duking it out with no regard for others safety. I mean, the audacity!
I just need to get inside the station, and I'll be ok for now.
C'mon legs, don't fail me now.
I see... it seems that Lady Luck, as usual, has betrayed me. Why, god, what did I do to you, huh?
If only I had some power, even a smidgen, I would be set for life. No more needing to scrounge around on this garbage planet looking for a way to survive. I would do anything to be able to drive a mech.
{Do you really mean that?}
Huh? Who's there?
{Answer me.}
I guess mom was right; being on your deathbed does really make you hallucinate.
Eh, what's the worst that could happen answering to the strange voice in my head?
Yeah, I mean that. I would do anything for power.
{Then shout out to the world; demand that power from it!}
"BABY JESUS"!
{No, not like that, you dumbass; shout out "survival of the fittest" and you'll be given that power you so desire.}
{Of course it comes at a cost}
Nothing could be worse than dying, so I guess I'll give it a shot.
"SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST"!
Damn, my voice is hoarse; guess not speaking for 6 years does that to you, huh?
Wait? What's happening to me? I... I feel... like nothing has happened. Whats the big deal, mister voice? Huh? Answer me damn it! Making me look like a fool. I guess I won't ever listen to.
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Ever wonder what happens when a nuclear explosion gets compressed to the size of a coin and then released? Me too. But now everyone at Vanderion no longer has to wonder; they can see it with their own eyes. They can stare at (not recommended, by the way) the glorious sight of Richard Nach emitting a blazing white hot, coin-sized ball from his mouth, to then no longer have eyes as they melt in their skulls.
Even the frosty nature of Ice-Breaker does nothing against the heat radiating off of Richard.
As if the world itself held its breath, not a sound could be heard except for the screaming of the air..
A flash. That was all it took.