This chapter contains a bit of violence, so I request that readers read at their own risk.
Do ensure that this is Orette's point of view.
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Jokes aside, I think I messed up.
Wait. How come I messed up?
I didn't ask for this. Hell, I didn't even want this.
This is not my fault. Or maybe it is. But I don't want to blame myself, at least not this time.
Crap! Blaming myself isn't gonna do me any good.
Especially not when I'm fighting a NINE-FOOT METAL ROBOT WITH NO FACE!
I mean, LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THIS THING!
I'M LIKE 4'9, 4'9 PEOPLE 4'9.
I didn't sign up for this. I wanna cry and go home. Wait, that sounds very cringe. Let me rephrase. I wanna go home. Right, that's good. Short and simple.
Anyway, back to where we left off. A giant robot is trying to kill me, hagtag, I got to do something, hagtag, fast.
(Agiantrobotistryingtokillme#Igottodosomething#fast)
So my ankle is cracked, I can say this cause I can feel pain, and if I remove my socks, I'm pretty sure I will sense my bone and my blood cause It hurts like hell.
And not to mention my back. I can't move properly, and I got injured.
Why not just let me be a criple? Oh shit. That's exactly what it is. I'm sorry to offend anyone, but crap who cares? It's not like anyone will know about this. This monologue does not exist.
Speaking of criple, is Ivan trying to make me like him? Oh my god, is he jealous that I can walk properly and he can't?
Well, look at that. Someone just got caught in my mind.
Take that, Doctor loser. I finally have someone to blame for whatever this is happening, and guess what? It's you, Ivan...um, Ivan...what was his full name again? Ivan, Oh! forget it. I'm just gonna stick with Doctor Loser.
Anyway again, back to the situation. The robot looks at me with no emotions, cause it doesn't have a face, but its intentions are pretty obvious.
The hands which now formed blades made me think for a second. How do I dodge it?
I could just jump from them by using them as a lever, but I would need both legs to make a higher jump.
What if I slide past it? I may not be super fast, but I have to take a few chances.
If that doesn't work, then I guess I'll have to fight it, and by that, yes, it means by kicking the damn thing.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a smart person, just a bit creative, if you guys could give me some credit. The distance between me and the robot isn't very far. Chances are that it could rush straight into me in a couple of seconds, or that it's waiting for me to make the first move.
Remember, I can't run away from this, because of my ankle and because the sooner I defea- wait no, the longer I survive, I...well...I guess that's just it.
So here I go.
I pull a normal fighting stance for my opponent to get the sense that I'm ready, and as expected, the robot rushes towards me with intense speed.
Lucky for me, I jumped when it tried to approach me. I flew in the air like no other, but luck was not on my side.
The robot, again, approached me as I was in the air, and it tried to slice me, but it was too late; gravity was on my side. It pulled me down, and this time I tried to land in a cartwheel.
Impressive, right? And as much as it pains me to say this, the syrium really did me some good.
The robot didn't stop there; it kept track of me again, and this time I changed my path towards the trees.
I couldn't run, so my only options were the branches.
Here we go. I passed by the branches over and over, on one foot.
That's right, guys, give me some credit.
But it didn't end there. The thing was still following me at rapid speed, slicing the branches like they were pieces of string.
Sweat started to build up, and my back started to ache more. It was no use, there is no way I'm going to defeat that thing unless...unless- wait, just a sec! I have some sort of electrokinesis powers, right?
Why didn't I think of that before, oh right, CAUSE IT SHOCKS ME EVERY TIME I USE IT!
Way to make a thing so cool at a price. Oh, what the hell, I'm already in pain, what's more to do so. Guess I'll have to use this as my trump card.
The robot chased me and came flying with its blades. I dodged the first swing, but the second almost sliced my arm.
I could feel the pain it caused and saw the redness of my blood. It was dark on my pale skin, just weeping like a tear. So beautiful yet so ordinary.
My mind tracks back to the scene. The robot again jumps its blade at me, to which I don't dodge with my hands; instead, I jumped on its blade and reached for its shoulders, if it had any.
Anyway, I made it this far. Now I slide my legs and choke its neck-? I choke its neck...I said I choke its neck, oh my god. It doesn't have a neck, it's diamond shaped head just kept on floating above its body.
Why did I realise this just now?
This sucks. This sucks so bad.
Oh well. Guess it's time to use my trump card.
I pull my bare hands to it's diamond shaped head and focus my aim. In just a second, blue lightning burst from my hands to the robot's head.
I could hear it do its work, and I could also hear my bones breaking.
The pain, its so intense that I almost pulled my hands off my head.
I don't know if it did its damage; hell, I wouldn't even care, because the view of my hands was way gruesome.
My skin shredded into a pile of tissues, and my muscles, all visible in flesh. I tried to move my fingers to see whether they were working or not. To my surprise, they were functioning, but every second I moved them, I could hear the snap of my bones.
God, this was too much. I didn't realise, but the tears from my eyes wouldn't stop. My breathing became heavy, my vision blurred, and my hands hurt in pain.
Damn it, I should've just used one hand. Why did I opt for two?
I looked back at the robot, which just stood there, as if I wasn't sitting on its shoulders.
Why did it stop? Is it over? Did I do something? Did my brilliant yet outdated plan work?
The robot moved.
Shit.
It moved, and it continued walking. Where? I don't know. I just kept hold of it till it would stop, when? I don't know, but in the meantime, I prepared to stop crying.
As the universal law says, crying won't do you any good.
I'm just kidding, the law does not exist.
I...I...I'm tired.
My hands are still injured, or you could say damaged in the worst possible way. I can't walk because of a broken ankle, and I can't lift my body...because of a broken back.
You know what, I'm just going to follow my instincts.
Mr Robot, I'm all yours now.
You know what they say, if you can't beat them, join 'em.
[1] Use it when needed to separate settings or points of view.