Post by NPC- Sentinels on May 31, 2011 18:01:56 GMT -8
John and Mary Smith. Not their real names of course, but it didn't matter. At ground level, walking, arms linked and romantic thoughts pounding in their brains, they didn't hear the approaching sound of death on it's pale white horse. White horse, rocket boosters; all the same when it came down to it.
They did hear it, however, when people started screaming, and the the large thumping sound of metal hitting concrete filled their ears. Their eyes widened in shock, the large mechanical beast, every bit a behemoth, looking right at them, ignoring everything else around it. Then, it spoke.
"Scan confirmed: Mutant power detected. Initiate capture sequence."
The robot raised it's arm, tendrils firing out of it's palm at the young couple.
They were met with flame, "Mary Smith" showing that there was more to her than might have met the eye. The tendrils heated, and for a moment hope seemed to permeate the young couple. Unfortunately, it was not to be. Like a constrictor she was wrapped up, the air being squeezed out of her lungs until she passed out. Her other half, a man that until today had probably felt like all was right in the world, didn't know how to react.
Even as the creature from his wife's nightmares took off with her limp body in his hands, he stood there, tears the only indication that he was more than a statue.
Of course, he wasn't the only one...
They did hear it, however, when people started screaming, and the the large thumping sound of metal hitting concrete filled their ears. Their eyes widened in shock, the large mechanical beast, every bit a behemoth, looking right at them, ignoring everything else around it. Then, it spoke.
"Scan confirmed: Mutant power detected. Initiate capture sequence."
The robot raised it's arm, tendrils firing out of it's palm at the young couple.
They were met with flame, "Mary Smith" showing that there was more to her than might have met the eye. The tendrils heated, and for a moment hope seemed to permeate the young couple. Unfortunately, it was not to be. Like a constrictor she was wrapped up, the air being squeezed out of her lungs until she passed out. Her other half, a man that until today had probably felt like all was right in the world, didn't know how to react.
Even as the creature from his wife's nightmares took off with her limp body in his hands, he stood there, tears the only indication that he was more than a statue.
Of course, he wasn't the only one...
