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Post by Fritz Stahl on Apr 14, 2011 17:01:02 GMT -5
- Uh, oh, I guess I did kill him. Shame, shame. - the cyborg only mused at the obvious statement, as he was moving closer the second thug with a gun. His homicidal maniac part of personality was showing off spectacularly, the one who only showed up when people actually deserved to die horribly... Like that one time at the lab... The menacing crimson eye was glowing brightly, giving the association with a well-known movie.
The shots at him were aimed poorly - the two of them yanked off the steel part of his body, managing to only make a few holes in his coat... But one was lucky enough to hit in the organic part of the body ... somewhere in the chest. Fritz blinked once when he felt the bullet has entered his body somewhere near the lung. Crimson stain soon appeared where the bullet had entered. His expression did not change much - he simply felt pissed off.
- I say ... that was my favorite coat... - he sounded mildly disappointed, as his own arm grabbed the shooter by the arm and broke it, gun falling into the cyborg's hand. The thug yelled in pain and anguish, holding to his broken arm, but the robot was not done yet... He grabbed the villain by the throat, rising him from the ground to be on the same eye-level, before his hand crushed the throat, its bones and tearing apart all major blood vessels, before dropping him unto the ground. The crook slowly died from drowning in his own blood literally, before falling unto the floor. Fritz stepped on his head, the nasty sound of the cracking skull heard as it caved in under the heel of his foot...
- I'm afraid he didn't get me, sir. Now... - Fritz's somewhat complacent and a bit psychotic expression suddenly turned to dead serious, his eye launching a powerful wave of negative energy at the thug, so he could get the message better. They made an eye contact - the frightened eyes of a thug, and dead cold ones of a killing machine.
- Those two paid for the mere intention of doing something this ... disgusting. Imagine things I could do to you if you actually harm the child... - he mused...
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Post by Snow White on Apr 14, 2011 19:10:42 GMT -5
"Ack .. bragghhh ..."
No sooner he saw the devil's eye, the remaining thug immediately felt so sick that couldn't help but release his hostage and fall on his knees, puking everything he ate and drank this night immediately and wetting his pants with pee, and the back side of his pants got also stained with an even less desirable organic waste as well.
"Arrrhgghhh ..."
After releasing all the contests of his intestines and stomach, the feeble and weakened thug grabbed his knife and ran after the cyborg, fury and desire for revenge overcoming the fear previously shown
"Don't mess with the Malone family!"
The Malone, a family of mafioso that controlled this sector of the city, was the one to which those three belonged, the boss would be extreme pissed off if he learned a random nobody killed his men for they were sneaky in their movements and were careful not to get in the path of costumed heroes. It would be a disgrace to be killed by somebody who nobody knew about, a wraith who only a few selected knew how to contact ....
As for Hildegard, she was still trying to understand why this Fritz was so brutal ... that's EXACTLY how cyborg Fritz behaved after being brainwashed by the aliens, a ruthless murderer who politely murdered his own comrades in cold blood ... and so, she remained immobile still watching the "show" of Fritz and his friends, the dead trio, unsure about if this Fritz already become a monster like the other Fritz or if he was simply having a bad day
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Post by Fritz Stahl on Apr 15, 2011 10:15:37 GMT -5
Aww, how cute, the guy literally shat himself. As well as puked on the floor and wet his pants. Whoever had the idea to install this "curse cannon" thingy into Fritz surely had a sense of humor - this thing was the ultimate humiliation tool, but sadly, it did not work on everybody. Would have been an amusing sight to see a super-hero crap their pants. It would have been very, oh, so very demeaning. Unfortunately, most heroes shrugged off the effects, having the only thing that can protect from these ... hilarious effects, and that thing was backbone. The kid however, didn't have any.
His desperate knife charge was just as feeble as himself, Fritz did not even need to counter - punch, block and whatever, he only sidestepped out of the way, and gave a slight push, making the goon trip and fall in between the two horribly murdered bodies on the blood-stained floor, right next to the guy with crashed skull. Fritz could have ended it all quick, but chose not to - the guy mentioned some family, after all... And Fritz wanted to know some things about them... Because he anticipated a come-back. The rest of the people in that pub just watched this with a frozen mask of horror on their faces - this ... this wasn't real! They were all just hallucinating, surely! Who in the world would do such a ... such a massacre? Fritz would. But first...
- But enough games sir... - Fritz said, placing his foot on the guy's back, and kneeling down, to talk to the guy in question. He would not be able to move, being pressed against the floor, and so the cyborg could talk to him as long as he wanted. - And the Malone family should educate their children to behave. Now, I do not care who they are, that is obvious. But I want to know where to find more of them. Tell me, and I will consider not putting you to sleep like your friends. - he said, nodding to the dead bodies. Heh, "putting to sleep", Fritz caught himself using this funny analogy he learned from his less stable partner again. But it did send the message. And Fritz would indeed want to know where to find Malones... He liked to take down potential hunters for his head, if possible...
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Post by Snow White on Apr 15, 2011 13:20:02 GMT -5
"Ugh ..."
The knife attack was completely useless and he only ended up making a fool of himself, missing the target who simply sidestepped to dodge murderous attempt at his life and to add insult to the injure, he put his feet on the poor thug's back. The cyborg was either very strong or very heavy, because the pressure was hurting his back.
"The Malones never betray each other!"
Not wanting to disgrace the name of the Malone family, the thug refused to answer Fritz's questions. A god guy would actually honor his word, but this psycho surely was going to kill him as soon he answered, so he preferred the least dishonorable death, so the remaining members of the Malone family would kill this bastard later.
Meanwhile, the bartender couldn't facepalm hard enough, those three were only lesser members of the Malone family, pretty much grunts to do small time job, but even then they were his best customers AND also the mere fact that they were Malone family members guaranteed he would get visits of the Mafia type to answer for their deaths. Seriously, this cyborg was SOO going to make things hard for him.
"Robot boy, don't kill the last one, kay? I don't want to have troubles with the Mafia"
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Post by Fritz Stahl on Apr 15, 2011 14:07:06 GMT -5
- Oh, do not worry, kind owner of this well-respected establishment. I will talk to you on the matter once I am done with this fine gentleman here... - Fritz tossed to the barkeep, however, considering what meaning could have been put behind the word "talk", this could be very well considered a death threat. Upon hearing that the other patrons, having about enough of gory blood-shed, left the building in sheer panic, leaving their food and the drink behind. And indeed, Fritz was only getting fired up... He could talk to the barkeep about treating the employees... Whatever the aggression inhibitor was supposed to do ... it sure wasn't working very well now.
The cyborg then returned his attention to the pathetic slime that was on the floor, under his foot. The kid decided to play hero. Alright, then Fritz would play the villain. Which would be fitting, because here he was THE villain. He lowered his head and whispered to the thug's ear:
- I say, you will still tell me what I want to know. It is only a matter of how much it would hurt before you do. - the voice sounded eerily calm and dead serious, and actions soon followed - his mechanical fingers reached for a finger on his arm, grabbing it tightly. Would he break them one by one? Yep, pretty much. The crack of bone and a loud yell of pain was heard, as the bone was literally squashed... But that was not the end of it, after the bone was broken Fritz tore off the finger from the hand, putting it in front of the screaming man's eyes.
- You have 19 left. Oh wait, no, 20... If you know what I mean...
And he ought to, It was an old joke that men had 21 fingers xD
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Post by Snow White on Apr 15, 2011 18:32:21 GMT -5
"Ahh .. AHHH! My friggin finger, you goddamn monster!"
The man would've said more, but oh dear, he lost a friggin finger! It was already hard enough to throw some curses before succumbing to the intense pain of having a finger broken and outright cut from your hand. The poor fella simply shouted and even cried a little, the pain was intense and if this cyborg was psychotic enough as he thought, he wouldn't stop until removing all his fingers, maybe even a limb or two, and to make things worse, maybe even let him live as a shadow of his former self, unable to wield a gun or a knife anymore and fated to join the ranks of the handicapped.
"I'm .. we were only small time underlings, we simply followed orders from our sergeant, I don't even know the face of the great boss!
The thug was telling the truth, a true soldier of the mafia would not bother going to a small time seedy bar like this one. No sir, they would go to restaurants to delight themselves in luxury. Those guys? They were just the lowest underlings, the dumb muscle of the organization. Protected while they earned cash for the family but expendable the moment they stopped being profitable, that's how things worked in that particular family.
" What ... >_<"
Hildegard simply didn't know what to do anymore. this entire situation was threatening to destroy those so precious plans to have a quiet, normal life in this side of the city along Echo, the last thing she wanted was to get involved with the Mafia, and who knows what they would do if they found about Echo? She is the cutest thing in the world, they wouldn't hesitate to capture her and make of her the greatest Mafia lord EVER. Just look at her! She's so cute and white and precious ... nobody would be able to resist her cute charm.
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Post by Fritz Stahl on Apr 16, 2011 6:40:58 GMT -5
- Now that is very unfortunate, sir. I will have to find the rest of your friends for a chat through other means... - Fritz did sound a bit disappointed. The kid really knew nothing. He probably just hung around with these two who were now dead and lying in a pool of their own blood... They won't be able to tell anything now. Sad, really. But still, he should be able to find at least something, with Hamilton's help. If not ... then let them come to him. Either way was good. He looked at the man squirming on the floor in pain again. He was useless now, but Fritz did promise he'd consider letting him live, did he not? - Now, my good man. I promised to you I'd consider leaving you alive, did I not? Thing is ... that if I kill you now it will look like I did not consider it at all. And if I let you go it will look like I didn't consider killing you too... Hmm... - Fritz stopped for a second in a moment of indecision. Really, he wondered what he should do to make it fair and did not look like he did not hold his word. Decisions decisions. But suddenly, he got an idea. His hand reached for something in his pocket... - Let's do it fairly... And leave it all to chance. If it's the angel, I'll let you go. If a cross ... well, you know... - the cyborg said, showing the crook the shiny ... coin? Yes, it was a coin. It was kept in Fritz's pocket for a long time as talisman, it was a coin made on the day of his "death" and funeral. And now, it was going to decide a man's fate... ------------- Coin:
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Post by Snow White on Apr 16, 2011 9:13:15 GMT -5
What a terrible bad luck, he was earning good enough cash already as a regular thief, but noooo, he just had to join the mafia, it seemed like a good idea back then but now it was exactly what sealed his fate. This cybernetic cyborg ... he was going to use him as example for the rest of the Malone family ... that was the most likely outcome, and he was right, the bastard just to spite him tossed a coin, promising survival if he was lucky, but he got the death side of the coin, surely it was a tricked out coin with a cross in both sides ...
"**** you! You are a marked man now, he he."
The mafioso was accepting quite well his unavoidable death, that was the only small hint of professionalism he had, don't act like a coward and simply accept death. Besides, once the Malone family heard about their deaths, they would send their big guys after robot-boy and ensure he lived forever in fear of being killed all the time.
" ... "
Hildegard decided to simply ignore that pointless display of violence and tried continue working, but the clients either ran away or were stealing from the corpses of the two deceased mafioso, those guys were loaded with money and their suits were expensive as well. Needless to say, the druggies were the first ones to jump after the corpses, they needed money to pay for the desire of their addiction and paid no attention to the cyborg that was busy having fun with the last thug.
"Stop, you are causing the owner and me troubles ..."
And then she finally decided to intervene in the situation and requested Fritz to stop and spare the poor loser over there. The cyborg by doing what he did further increased the odds of dying like in other self and further irritating the mafia even more was doing him no good.
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Post by Fritz Stahl on Apr 16, 2011 10:22:12 GMT -5
- I am a man marked by the government, a little mob group would be the least of my problems... - Fritz replied simply to the thug's last threat as he stood up, picking up the coin, and aimed the gun at his head. He gave him a fair chance, it was just his luck to die today. Along with the rest of his pals. And indeed, the cyborg was wanted by just about everyone, he killed politicians, heroes, fought batman ... what can the tiny gangs throw at him what he can't take? He was invisible... And then she request to stop came...
*BANG!* but too late, Fritz was already pulling the trigger, and it did not stop him. The bullet went through the thug's head, and it dropped unto the floor lifelessly, the face covered with a mask of horror and ... disbelief? Maybe the poor guy hoped to the last moment he would not die. Or maybe this was just the reflex to bullet entering his skull. After he was dead, Fritz's eye slowly started shutting down, its crimson red light dimming and returning to normal... Soon the wanton slaughter mode was switched off, leaving him with a gun in his hand, and 3 corpses lying at his feet. An expression of amazement appeared for a short period of time.
- Well... It seems my aggression inhibitor got overloaded again... Some people just keep finding a way to do it... - he mused, but did not feel any remorse. They had it coming, and they got what they deserved. And in Fritz's book, what they wished to do was far worse than a murder. Oh well, what's done is done. Now on to more present matters ... like thinking of the consequences. But not for him, for the little girl whose pride he sprung to protect. Was it even worth it? Probably not. But Fritz never regretted anything.
- I'm afraid I have caused you enough troubles already, miss. This ... mess I had done could cost you your job. And the mafia... But if you wish, I could help you find a better place. Where you will not be harassed by anyone. The mobsters I will deal with personally, eventually. - he proposed as he approached. It sounded decent and rather generous of him, to fix things after he ruined them was indeed a major goodness act for a villain, and it would have looked very nice from the third person perspective if the cyborg's arms weren't drenched to the elbows in blood...
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Post by Snow White on Apr 16, 2011 11:58:31 GMT -5
And so, the last thug had an unceremonious end, his brains and blood splattered on the floor of the bar, surely that was going to be kinda icky and hard to clean later ...
"Cost her the job? You must be friggin Nostradamus robot-boy because that's what I'm gonna do. Hilde, you are fired!"
The bar owner simply couldn't keep as waitress somebody who was an acquaintance of the psycho who killed Malone family members, that would bring him too many problems, more than it's worth. It would be less risky to be waitress-less than to keep her around, that's how shady bars like this roll after all.
"I understand ..."
It took Hildegard quite a lot of time to find this job, and it took a mere second to get her fired. That was terrible! What little money she managed to save would only last for a week at best and it was all thanks to this Fritz. Now she was very unsure about if staying in contact with him or not, he clearly proved to need no help at all and his brutality ... the other Fritz was polite and gentle, yet severe and fair when delivering punishment. This Fritz? He was very aggressive, he killed three men in cold blood and felt no remorse at all .... but even with all that bloodlust of his he was still Fritz, it would take much more than that to make Hildegard stop clinging to this Fritz until the debt to the other Fritz was paid.
"Can I .. work for you? I'm good with the laundry, I can clean, I can even repair a TV and cook .. and if not ... I need a job, anything is fine..."
Maybe this wasn't a bad situation after all, she could get to do some minot house chores for him if lucky and if not ... at least Fritz could find her a job that kept her connected with him, she would have a lot of time to slowly but firmly reshape him into being more like the old Fritz.
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Post by Fritz Stahl on Apr 16, 2011 12:43:36 GMT -5
Fritz only shot a glare at the irritating barkeep, who, instead of staying under the bar stand hiding and keeping quiet dared to show his ugly mug and bark out something. Seriously, Fritz should have shot the bastard on sight just for letting these three harass poor Hilde, but he kept himself from doing so. Or better yet, the inhibitor did. That thing kept the gun-crazy part of Fritz in check, and saved the barkeep's life. H spat on the floor, as the two left the bloody place and went unto the streets.
There was nobody around at this time of hour, the shooting and killing was left unheard by anyone. And even if they would - no one would care. Rain started soon, the dark clouds seemed to be omnipresent above the city lately, rains were common, especially at night. The water drops fell from the sky, slowly washing away blood from the cyborg's metallic hands, and clothes. Fritz looked at his chest, and remembered one of the bullets actually hit him in the chest - dull pain was reminding of it.
- Tch, die Wunde tut weh. - (tr: the wound hurts) he said without any hint of actual pain or emotion in his voice, and pulled the deformed projectile from his chest with his fingers. The bloody smudge on his coat grew a bit, but he did not care - he'd wash it when he gets back to Hamilton... And could use some stitches too - that is his favorite coat after all.
- And my line of work forbids me from having a home. But I have a friend who can find a work-place for you where you will not be harassed by anybody. He has connections to scientific facility, he could get you a job there as a janitor or something. It doesn't have an age limit for washing floors. - Fritz proposed as they went by. The true reason why he said he did not have a home was because he could not trust anybody into knowing the location of his, and Hamilton's hideout. So it was out of question. But the latter was an easy thing to do...
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Post by Snow White on Apr 16, 2011 21:42:00 GMT -5
What a horrible way to end the day ... the latest incident guaranteed Hildegard would NEVER be able to step into the bar again and the jobless status of hers would make things very hard from now on .... the only thing that consoled her was that the fact Fritz was still with her. He might be a cold blooded murderer who knew not about mercy nor compassion, but he was Hildegard's cold blooded murderer, he could be changed and made better, it was just a matter of time.
"I could treat your wound, I have some medical experience"
This was her opportunity to make herself useful ... or at least WAS, because Fritz, not even flinching once, removed the projectile by himself using those cold and precise metallic fingers of his. Was he robotized so much that he even lost the capability to express pain? Sad ...
Anyway, there was Hildegard now, hitting once more the streets along a really tall cyborg and complete jobless. The seedy bar become a distant memory and the odds of obtaining a job there again were near zero, but hope still wasn't lost! The man of steel had contacts, powerful ones that could get her a job in a hopefully legit scientist facility, and the task was an easy one, simply do janitor work and stuff like cleaning ... hmm ... cleaning, that remembered the albino about certain white haired girl with an obsession for cleanliness.
"No age Limit? Then can you get a job there for my little sister too? She's around ten years old and is very good cleaning ... I don't really like to leave her alone so if she could work along me I would have nothing to worry"
Echo .... that precious, little happiness bringer ... the only thing that kept Hildegard still sorta healthy mentally speaking, that was the sister she was speaking about. The little albino was so good cleaning that she was worth two or three janitors alone and if age really didn't matter, it was a win-win situation, they obtained twice the wage and could stay together all the day to continue bonding as sisters and maybe even .... naah, trying to find something related with aliens and dimensional travel was something of the past, it was silly to think a random research facility dealt with such kind of technology and because Hildegard wanted to have a normal life, there was no reason to bother with the mission now that she was trying to run away from the past.
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Post by Fritz Stahl on Apr 17, 2011 8:05:07 GMT -5
Fritz only shrugged when he heard the request from the girl whose ... normal existence he managed to ruin so easily, so flawlessly... No, that was a lie. It was not normal existence. Being molested by those bastards day after day after day - no way. At least the cyborg think so. Even the mere thought of it was making the robot's core heat up in anger - there were few thing that could get him so very angry. And this - was one of them. There was still a part of him being a good guy somewhere, and upon seeing that that good part just went ax-crazy.
- Very well, I can ask him to find room for two. I don't think its going to be much of a problem. - he added as they were going down the empty street. He kept asking himself why he's doing so much for a person he barely knows. Well, part of it was guilt, part of it asked "Why not", and part of it remembered that "she wanted to be a friend". And he wouldn't mind having one inside STAR labs. They could keep an ear open for him. But this will be talked about later, for now ... away from that blood-stained place...
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(( sorry its short, make a final postie and close the thread k? ))
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Post by Snow White on Apr 17, 2011 10:16:35 GMT -5
"Thank you very much, that gesture means for me more than you think"
In contrast with the hell inside the bar, the night was quiet and tranquil. Maybe it was because everybody was afraid of the kind of people that usually lurked at nighttime and the evildoers were resting in their safehouses but there was not a single soul at sight, only Hildegard and Fritz walking the streets alone.
"I'm sure Echo will like that job, she really loves to clean"
Talking about Echo, she surely was waiting for Hildegard's return. Were she still working in the bar, the german albino would be leaving in about a hour later, so there was still plenty of time to talk with Fritz about this new job, a new opportunity to this time begin a new life properly without having to deal with seedy people and seedy bars.
[End of thread]
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