"Love is a bunch of electrical impulses in your brain that makes you do stupid things." Chris begun. "It's quite useless, really."
"You're useless..." responded Evie.
"Don't you fucking raise your voice to her!" Chris yelled, stepping forward onto his left foot and bringing his right fist - his only fist - swiftly towards Dave's face. Dave took the hit, his guitar pick flew out of his mouth and landed onto the grass below.
"That's my job, bitch!" Evie yelled at Chris, Chris ignoring her. Dave sneered at Chris.
"Get walking." Chris ordered.
"You'll regret this..." Dave grunted towards Chris.
"Run back to your Alliance faggots." insulted Chris with a sly smirk. Dave sneered again, hopping off the roof and into the office complex below.
"Fuck!" Evie screamed as the same PHANTOM unit who captured Spectre - PHANTOM-0 - Uncloaked, wrapping the cold fingers of his left glove around her neck and unsheathing his Combat Knife with his right hand. He raised the Combat Knife to her neck, threatening Christopher G. Mackenzie - Anti-Citizen 6 - with Evie's life. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Evie continued to scream. Chris remembered the story he had heard from various people - the one of Dave's inability to handle a hostage situation resulting in Spectre's capture - thinking himself in a similar position.
'Dave fucked up...' Chris thought to himself as he begun to think of ways to rescue Evie as he reached into his messenger bag slung over his shoulder, removing his 9mm pistol and aiming it swiftly at PHANTOM-0.
"Anti-Citizen 6. Step away." ordered PHANTOM-0. Chris hesitated for a moment before dropping his 9mm pistol back into his messenger bag.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" screamed Evie at the top of her lungs. "Just shoot him!". Chris, forced to ignore the cries for help, let the OTA get a bit of distance in-between Chris and Evie before Chris begun to follow, hand still up.
"Anti-Citizen 6. Step away. Final warning." ordered PHANTOM-0, causing Chris to stop in his tracks. The OTA unit approached the drop from the apartment complex roof to the floor below, as he prepared his jump, Chris noticed a slight opening - A crack in his defences - That he could take advantage of. Chris allowed himself a slight, sly smirk before leaning forward onto his left foot and pushing off it, racing forwards towards the OTA unit.
Chris slid his one arm in-between Evie and the OTA unit, proceeding to engage the OTA unit in a tackle, pushing his shoulder with the speed of his run-up into the OTA units abdomen kevlar. The OTA unit gripped Evie as a last resort, pulling her down on top of Chris. Chris slid and secured himself in-between Evie and the OTA unit, the three of them falling down through the hole in the ground of the third floor and to the second, in the rubble. The OTA unit took the majority of the fall, Chris being sandwiched in-between the OTA unit and Evie. Chris let out a loud grunt, the OTA unit let out a cry of agony as he dropped his Combat Knife and let it roll across the floor. Evie fumbled to her feet, pushing off Chris and diving for the dropped Combat Knife.
Chris rolled off the OTA unit, feeling his back dig into the sharp pieces of Shrapnel in the rubble, feeling them slice into him. Chris let out a cry of agony as the OTA unit climbed to his feet, seeing Evie quickly swing the Combat Knife in the units direction. The unit responded quickly, gripping Evie's wrist and proceeding to bend it against the will of her Elbow, causing her to release it as she let out a cry of agony. The OTA unit quickly took the knife as it fell, snatching it up in his left hand. Chris, in the mean-time, drawed his pistol from his messenger bag and aimed it roughly at the OTA's faceplate. He placed his finger in the trigger guard, beginning to flex his finger on the trigger...
...The OTA unit responded quickly, turning to his left and throwing the Combat Knife at Chris. Chris felt a sharp pain in his right hand chest as he began to fell backwards, his finger still on a course for the trigger, causing the 9mm round to be shot at the roof uselessly. Chris hit the floor with a hard thud, he let out a cry of agony. The OTA unit remained on his toes, turning and throwing his arm towards Evie's throat. Chris fumbled to raise his right arm again, his finger having remained in the trigger-guard and keeping the 9mm pistol at his side, raising it again and levelling it to the OTA units faceplate as the OTA unit attempted to take Evie hostage again. Chris squeezed the trigger, the gun failing, clicking uselessly to remind him of how he thought he'd be right without reloading.
Chris tossed the 9mm pistol aside, thinking fast and thinking strong. The OTA unit secured his grip around Evie's throat, bringing Evie in towards him, holding her as a hostage and a human shield as he once did Spectre. Chris threw his hand for the Combat Knife which handle prod out of his chest, wrapping his fingers around it and biting down on his collar as he began to tug on it. The Knife slid out slightly to the disinterest of Chris's nerves, Chris bit down on his collar harder and continued to pull on the Knife.
The OTA unit turned his head to face Chris, revealing both of his optics, the only chance Chris would get to harm him.
Chris ripped out the Knife from his chest, raising it above and behind his head and quickly shooting his gaze to the OTA unit, bringing his arm forward and releasing the handle of the Combat Knife...
...To see it connect with the OTA units right optic, getting stuck about 3/4's in. The OTA unit released Evie, stumbling back, his AR2 which he was holding in his off-hand dropping in the middle of the shrapnel-filled rubble. Evie turned, lunging at the OTA unit, attempting to wrap her fingers around the Combat Knife and drive it deeper into the OTA unit's optic.
Chris looked to the AR2, now lying in the centre of the rubble, spinning on his back roughly 180 degrees then rolling onto his stomach, begging to crawl intensely for the AR2. Evie continued to struggle with the OTA unit, eventually making contact with the inside of the unit's faceplate, blood beginning to run from the knife and drip to the floor. The optic lost it's shade of blue, turning to a black, the OTA unit stumbled backwards.
Chris slammed his hand onto the AR2 handle after climbing through various makeshift knifes that dug into everything but his face, aiming it roughly at the OTA unit and squeezing the trigger. The rifle whirred at him, signalling the Bio-Lock is still in effect and denying him access to fire the Dark Energy rounds. Chris grunted, simply letting the AR2 drop into the rubble, being in intense pain as the Adrenaline begun to wear off. The OTA unit went on the retreat, falling back.
Then he stopped.
Chris cursed in his thoughts, the OTA unit presuming Chris as dead or unconscious and moving towards Evie, having a task to capture her. Chris tightened his hand on a medium-sized peice of rubble, one that he could swing and use as a weapon. The OTA unit neared Evie. Chris suddenly jumped to his feet, sprinting at the OTA unit and bringing the bit of rubble towards his remaining Optic. The Optic cracked, Evie took the moment and lunged forward, gripping the Combat Knife bulging out of the units optic and attempting to tear it out in a swift motion. The Knife came free to Evie's delight, she lunged it for the cracked Optic, damaging it further.
The OTA unit stumbled back, Chris stepped in and swung the rubble one last time at the OTA units faceplate. The Optic proceeded to crack more, the rubble shattering over the units faceplate. Evie swung her knife at the OTA unit, the OTA unit swinging his left arm with an open palm at her striking arm and brang in his right arm in a fist towards her stomach. Evie took the hit, grunting, then falling over onto the floor. The OTA units main concern changed - He wanted to dispose of Chris so it could be a clean in-and-out operation next time.
The wounded OTA unit approached Chris, sitting down on his torso. Chris let out a loud cry of agony under the unit's weight, struggling to no avail. The OTA unit attempted to bring the knife down into Chris, Chris responding by gripping the Knife and attempting to push the knife back towards the OTA unit in an attempt to rescue not just his own life, but Evie's as-well. The OTA unit responded by pushing his weight down against the Knife, Chris seeing this as a bad thing and attempting to roll to his left.
The OTA unit rolled onto his back, Chris taking the knife and pointing it at the OTA unit, now being on top. The OTA unit struggled against Chris, without really trying he rolled back on top of Chris. Chris was running out of the energy to fight and slowly the willpower. As Chris's strength was slowly sapped away from him, he felt the tip of the Knife dig into his chest, near the older wound made from the throwing of the knife. Chris released, the pain overwhelming him, the OTA unit slowly sliding the knife into Chris's chest, dragging the pain out.
Chris dropped lifeless, now fighting on a different front for his life, a front inside of him.
The OTA unit reclaimed his knife and attempted to cloak, his position being given away by the trail of blood being left by his injuries. A successful retreat was made and Anti-Citizen Six was declared deceased as far as the Universal Union know, one of the few with direct relation to Spectre.
"If Emotion is useless..." begun Evie, turning to face Chris as the OTA unit neared her to take her hostage for the first time. "Why the fuck did you hit Dave!?" she yelled. Chris hesitated for a moment before continuing:
"Spectre's last request bears a lot of weight on me, Evie - The request to keep you alive and sane. 20,000 credits is also a lot of money.
Just think of it this way, Evie.
What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger."
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