DISCONTINUED ---- Iris: Giant Black Widow

Chapter One: Iris

 "Come on, Iris, get away. Run as fast as you can!" an 18 year old looking girl panted, emerald eyes squinting as she flinched when each bullet streaked past. Ironically, their current position was in Rundeun, West Coast of Canada. One bullet in particular, came so close to her head that she heard it pass as it cut a braid of ember red, partially black dyed hair, causing it to flutter to the ground, along with the tie holding on to her braid. The robot stomped on behind her without pausing to pick up her braid and put it in its genetic testing storage. She wore a worn down tunic that had a gradient of blue and white, light purple leggings, and was armed with a double-edged sword strapped to her back.

In Harry Hindingham's place, Oswyn von Braggenschnacht had become the president of the world. He ended the purge, as he promised in the election, but in place made new, harsh laws and the punishment was death, orphaning many children, including Iris who was found in one of the last natural forests on the planet as a baby, with her sword the only thing found with her.

Anyways, Oswyn enforced his laws, sending out his mechanical army. Overall humanoid, that had two forms, each equally deadly. The first form made the robot humanoid, with a single blue pulsing eye in the center of its block head, mounted on 200 pounds of steel.

One arm was an assault rifle fit for 7.67 caliber rifle ammunition and a magazine capacity of 30 rounds, the other hand, and arm-powered through hydraulic action. It had 3 half-foot thick toes, two in the front, and one in the back of each foot, all pointing upwards. The other form was a spider with a gatling gun on top of it. The robot could switch easily to either form. And one of them was after Iris.

For whatever reason, Iris didn't care. Or she didn't notice how deadly the robot was. Actually, come to think of it, if something is shooting lead bullets at you, you'd probably know it's deadly. She ran and ran, legs aching more and more, driven on by the hard instinct of survival. Quickly scanning the terrain, she noticed a pile of rubble and trash and dove in. The robot grabbed at her but missed. It paused outside of the pile, scanning for heat signatures. It saw none and stomped off.

Iris tumbled down a ceramic, lubricated tube, rolling until she hit solid ground, gasping in surprise, shock, and slight pain. She pulled herself up from the floor and drew her sword, glancing through the hallway where she had fallen. The temperature was freezing, and the floor was covered in dust. Above her, a ceiling of flaking granite, ready to collapse any second. The exit was blocked.

Her footprints became her only shadow in the brightly lit corridor. Soon she found herself in a clearing. To her surprise, there were 6 cats inside clear, blue tubes mounted vertically on the front wall. A single button lay right in front of them, standing on a pillar of cracked, white marble. Beside the button was an empty backpack. She paused, too much adrenaline coursing through her to notice the temperature, as she weighed her decisions. Then, very tentatively, Iris pressed the button. There was a hiss, and steam billowed around the room as the tubes began to open.

...

Iris's eyes widened and she froze as the cats twitched and began to move. "Unghhhhhh," groaned one of the cats with a French accent, causing Iris to gape at her. The cat was a calico, with brown spots on her white body and an hourglass design on her forehead. "Why are you so rude?" asked another one of the cats, already up. Iris whirled around and saw a single blue cat with yellow ears sitting behind her. He had a waxing crescent moon on his forehead. As Iris looked around, she realized that all of the cats there had some sort of design except for one of them. "So, what do you want?" asked the cat once again.

"...Who are you?" asked Iris.

"Your worst nightmare, if you work for the government. As for my name, it's Wiz."