Seeking Salvation

To Start Anew

Its Brother had fallen with the Female. Its Sister had fallen into some type of caged environment.

And it fell into the humid and maze-like web of pipes and power lines.

The City Power Plant fueled the metropolitan with a mix of clean and unclean electricity; half-acquired from solar panels, and the other half supplied by the constant flow of whatever chemicals they used to power the rest. EX-7 didn't bother with that shit.

It, however, bothers with the sharp electrical shriek of a walkie-talkie on one of the personnel it landed near. With an annoyed, noise, EX-7 charged forward and slammed the male against one of the pressure control systems; breaking several devices behind him as EX-7's second mouth shot out and jabbed through his skull for an instant and merciless kill.

And as the alarms of an impending system failure arose in distress, and the employees of the plant came from all directions to address the problem, EX-7 hunched down and waited for the next wave of victims to meet their end upon his bladed tail. All in the pursuit of alleviating EX-7's boredom in the small window of time he had to make a good impression upon the female he aligned himself with.

11296 and his other brother were not the only ones who gave their loyalty willingly and unabashedly to change.

And EX-7 was more than eager to show physical results; even if it meant those results would be carnage and grotesque.

* * * * *

Jeffrey Maddock hadn't left since the strange woman had been brought in. He couldn't shake the odd feeling that he was overlooking something; something blatantly important and right in front of his nose. He tried to work it out and roll it over back and forth in his mind. The words of the file he had typed up on her stared back at him and made him feel as if the words themselves were half-mocking him and half-reluctant to be on the same page as her small picture. He looked at the picture then tried to think of how to get answers out of her.

She had given them nothing. Nothing aside from what she voiced in the hospital. 'They are the prey...the hunters. Call me 'white woman'.' Then that's when it hit him and he abruptly stood up and left his office. He went straight for the cell she was in and stopped in front of it as the woman looked up at him-

Steel grey eyes watching him. Funny- he could have sworn they were hazel.

"Hello, Police Department 310 Captain Jeffrey Maddock." The woman voiced and it unnerved him; her pronunciation was perfect and the formality of it all was rigid. As if she was some type of programmed robot rather than a human with the strong formalities she used. Maybe it unnerved him because it reminded him of something out of a horror movie; of a monster in human skin, trying to mimic human behaviors to avoid detection.

Maybe he had been asking the wrong questions; "So you won't tell me about the Hunters or the Prey?" Jeffie asked slowly and her eyes matched his in a firm stare,

"I can tell you about them." The female answered matter-of-factly and he licked his lips before pursuing them. It was withholding of information as they had been thinking for the past hour or so- it was a word game. The first rule of fight club: don't talk about fight club. If the matter of the 'Hunters' and the 'Prey' were off the table, that didn't necessarily mean she wasn't unwilling to cooperate.

"Are you or the hunters immensely hostile?" Jeffie asked slowly as he tried to word it so that she could answer properly and she continued to make eye contact with him, "Do you mean to assert any intents of world domination?"