Lightning Strikes Twice

Chapter 8: Crossing Blades

I lean back in my chair sighing looking at my screens infront of me.

"Calculations said I had a higher chance of keeping my weapon, I didn't take into account of the gray one's strength."

I start tapping my table out of annoyance while lost in thought.

"Another variable I wasn't expecting.."

As I turn off the feed from my cameras outside the capital gates and turn the.. more important ones back on, I see Allison pass by me carrying a box of parts.

"I may have lost one tool, but at least I still have her for now. Would rather avoid the dirty work myself but if I have to.."

I get up and walk over to the kitchen like area in the building. I grab a glass and fill it with water, I start grinning as I become lost in thought once again.

"But those were nothing but advances to my true goal, I've said it once and I'll say it to him as many times as needed. When I want something, there's no stopping me."

I finish my glass of water then I take a band out of my coat pocket tying my hair up with it getting ready to start working.

"They can't stop me, no matter what they do, what they try, it will be their own fault that I'll get what I want. And I'm sure to keep him because I've already planned for what happens afterwards."

I walk over to my workspace in the building and I hang up my cost before grabbing my tools so I don't destroy it whole working.

"I always get what I want. Always."

I follow Kron into his house, as I close the door behind me. I see Kron wandering around as if he'd never been here before looking lost as he ran his metallic hand across several surfaces.

"Its been a long time since I was last here... getting close to three years I think?"

"Yes.. that's correct."

"And you Marsh, I see in the meantime you've made a colorful bunch of friends. Good to see you stepping outside your comfort zone after all this time."

"Yeah I guess that's true.. last time we saw each other you were my only friend huh?"

"If memory serves me right, yeah."

"And what about you? How are you holding up?"

Kron looks down at him hands sighing. He glances at me before looking back down at his hands.

"Its... its not easy, remembering all these things while I wasn't in control of myself. All the commands I followed, all the.. lives I was.. forced to take and..."

As he keeps looking at his hands they start to shake in the middle of speaking. While his hands are shaking tears start streaming down his face.

"All the blood... all the cries for help, for mercy, for names of those they probably cared about. I was used as a tool, as a means to take care of anyone she didn't want around anymore. And I.. I couldn't do a damn thing about it."