[He can barely comprehend what's running through his mind to be aware of his surroundings right now. His life before wasn't very long, yet there was just so much that his head felt like it could explode at any moment. All sensations in his body, he couldn't feel any of it, trapped in his mind castle.
His first planet, merely a soldier, wanting to prove to their master that they were capable of what they were created for. The second, rose in the ranks as captain of his own squad. Anyone who stood against him, foe or comrade, would meet their end. A nusiance, a threat to his rise in power. The third, the ultimate test as he took control of Doom's whole army. Everything he had learned up to that point, honed in for complete world domination in a manner of days. Now we come to the fourth, Earth. Where everything was lost and he was met with scuitiny from the scientists and soldiers who found and studied him. The girl who looked passed his appearance and saw another kid, who just wanted to be treated like one and have a friend.
But that was all a lie. He's no child, he was a created to kill, lead, conquer for his master. A betrayal to the girl who saw something brighter in him. His body shudders, gritting his teeth. It hurt. Everything he knows and done before his time on Earth, being weigh down by a single girl's love. He couldn't bear to live with this guilt, of what his true purpose was. Even if he hated what the humans have done to him, to her. Something...someone keeps telling him that isn't how it should be.
You always have a choice.
He starts to hear another voice taunting them with amusement, a voice outside his mindscape. It is unfamiliar to him, no information in the data banks. They demand one of them to kill the other. His other. The more they talked, the more he's getting the picture that the owner of this voice, while he doesn't know how, is the cause of everything that's been happening to the both of them.
He can't see his other, his back currently to them, but he had sensed their presence this whole time. As with his memories, a plethora of skills he had forgotten or partially only had pieces of, have become whole again. One being he could sense others like him, know where his comrades are at all times. There are some differences, but the blood that flows in the other, it is still the Black Arms at it's core. They were standing over him, he's sure of it. Were they finally going to finish the job...heh, now he understands their reaction in that hallway. Did this one manage to defect from Black Doom? The only explanation for how they behaved.
But nothing happens. Knowing them, they would've done it by now. He turns slightly, chancing a glance at them with tired eyes, stained from tears. His other eyes were on him, but they seem to be staring pass him, somewhere distant. There was some kind of black substance forming around them. Essence of the Black Arms. Leaking? Lost control?
Seeing it, he recognizes what he needs to do. He turns onto his back, staring at their hand, covered in that substance. He reaches to grasp it with his bloodied arm, his blood and that substance creates a bond, a mental connection with his other. Digging, searching to find them.]
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His first planet, merely a soldier, wanting to prove to their master that they were capable of what they were created for. The second, rose in the ranks as captain of his own squad. Anyone who stood against him, foe or comrade, would meet their end. A nusiance, a threat to his rise in power. The third, the ultimate test as he took control of Doom's whole army. Everything he had learned up to that point, honed in for complete world domination in a manner of days. Now we come to the fourth, Earth. Where everything was lost and he was met with scuitiny from the scientists and soldiers who found and studied him. The girl who looked passed his appearance and saw another kid, who just wanted to be treated like one and have a friend.
But that was all a lie. He's no child, he was a created to kill, lead, conquer for his master. A betrayal to the girl who saw something brighter in him. His body shudders, gritting his teeth. It hurt. Everything he knows and done before his time on Earth, being weigh down by a single girl's love. He couldn't bear to live with this guilt, of what his true purpose was. Even if he hated what the humans have done to him, to her. Something...someone keeps telling him that isn't how it should be.
You always have a choice.
He starts to hear another voice taunting them with amusement, a voice outside his mindscape. It is unfamiliar to him, no information in the data banks. They demand one of them to kill the other. His other. The more they talked, the more he's getting the picture that the owner of this voice, while he doesn't know how, is the cause of everything that's been happening to the both of them.
He can't see his other, his back currently to them, but he had sensed their presence this whole time. As with his memories, a plethora of skills he had forgotten or partially only had pieces of, have become whole again. One being he could sense others like him, know where his comrades are at all times. There are some differences, but the blood that flows in the other, it is still the Black Arms at it's core. They were standing over him, he's sure of it. Were they finally going to finish the job...heh, now he understands their reaction in that hallway. Did this one manage to defect from Black Doom? The only explanation for how they behaved.
But nothing happens. Knowing them, they would've done it by now. He turns slightly, chancing a glance at them with tired eyes, stained from tears. His other eyes were on him, but they seem to be staring pass him, somewhere distant. There was some kind of black substance forming around them. Essence of the Black Arms. Leaking? Lost control?
Seeing it, he recognizes what he needs to do. He turns onto his back, staring at their hand, covered in that substance. He reaches to grasp it with his bloodied arm, his blood and that substance creates a bond, a mental connection with his other. Digging, searching to find them.]