Overkill

Cataclysm

The hallways sounded with the marching sounds of metal feet. Several armies, all made with metallic armor, marched throughout these steel floors, when suddenly, a figure emerged...

The figure of a snowflake white cat, wearing a scarlet gray cap, ran through the hallways, her gray metal boots clanking across. What would she tell... him...

The cat slowed down to catch her breath, as the door lay in front of them... those cold, steel doors... all shining with the Doctor's cold hearted power...

??????: *letting out a sigh, thinking* just do it... c'mon, Anarchy... just do what you NEED to! He needs to know...

With that thought, a short yet emotionless man emerged, his giant nose pointed out from his face.

Anarchy: what now, Snivley?

Snivley: I hope you aren't just staling, Mrs. Anarchy. The Doctor wants to see you...

Anarchy: I understand that, you hopeless Nostril... *opens the door*

Behind the doors, a man sat upon his throne. He was a fattened but terrifying creature, Parts of him made of rusted metal, and his own brain within a glass container, lodged within a fleshy mask.

????????: *slowly, a sense of glitch in his voice* ah, Anarchy... what is this news I've been offered lately from Snivley... that you couldn't catch a certain... assassin...

Anarchy: *clutches her fist* yes, I understand that the Overkill is still an issue, but-

????????: *slamming his robotic fist upon his throne like a tyrant, sending a cold chill down the cat's spine* There shall be no excuses for this failure! You will catch this... "Overkill"... and bring it to me immediately! You and your pitiful squad!

Anarchy: yes... doctor Robotnick...

Espio wiped the oil droplets from his cheeks. Another day... more bots to break...

And the more he destroyed, the more he remembered...

Remembered... the day that his family was... taken...

The day he lost... everything...

Charmy: Espio! What's wrong?

Espio was taken by surprise by the young bee, who was fluttering next to him... his small, fragile body was never made for this world. Espio was shocked to see the child here... as he looked upon the bee, his eyes blurred, the tears turning into raindrops as his cheeks grew damper...

Charmy: don't cry, Espio! It's okay! I'm here, I always will be!

Espio: ch-charm... *falls to his knees, the burning cement ground not even bothering him, as his heart begins to open the all familiar scars* I'm...

But before he could finish his sentence, he heard... it...

The sounds of a giant mech, marching towards the chameleon. Espio readied his Katana, with a blade already covered with the black liquid of other mechs. He leapt at the giant mech, his eyes locked onto its center. But as he was ready to eliminate his foe, it soon tossed him out of his way like he was nothing, as he flew off like a pointless ragdoll, his blade falling right beside him.

As Espio opened his eyes, he felt a warm liquid, leaving his face. As he removed his mask to check it out, he felt the smell of burning embers embrace his nostrils, which dripped a thick and scarlet liquid leaving from under his cracked horn.

Blood...

Espio wiped a bit of his bleeding nose off, despite knowing more was to come.

And he felt it...
His arm...
It was twisted!

Espio looked over his right arm, which now developed extreme bruises, now beginning to grow larger. This mech... he wasn't ready... WHY DID HE DO SOMETHING SO... FOOLISH?!

Espio, now with the knowledge of this, quickly grabbed his katana, and placed it underneath his now bruised arm, as his legs carried him away. His own breath began to quicken, and his enemy followed in pursuit. Yes, Espio had speed, but the giant feet of the mech was the only thing preventing him from losing it...

???: isn't this a bit... overkill? No pun intended, but-

???????: he went Overkill years ago! This is our job, to keep the peace of Mobius. Robotropolis is one of them.

?????: he truly thinks something like HIM and that ignorant resistance can stop our might? They can only dream! *takes a sip of her tea*

?????: *looks on at Espio through the mech's screen, his eyes adjusting to it* funny though, why does he look so... familiar...

Espio ducked into a nearby alley, sitting down there only to catch his breath. He looked on at the mech. It was only a matter of time before he would be crushed by the mech. He was foolish before, and now...

He's like... this...

But he only had one thing left he could do. He quickly pulled out a Kunai, which was lined with purple and stained with oil.

The mech marched forward, and he waited for the correct moment...

5...4...3...2......

1.

Quickly, Espio ran into the streets, and threw the shuriken into the mech's screen. The Kunai dashed, like a bullet through the air, and landed straight into the mind of the machine, as it sparked, sputtered, and finally, shut down. The chameleon watched, and walked away.

???: huh?!

???????: what happened?! Ash?!

????: I... WE LOST CONNECTION!!!

?????: WHAT?! BUT-

???: I'm sorry, but-

?????: we clearly underestimated the enemy...

The shadow of a black scaled figure stood there, his body calm. He smirked, as he lifted his mask closer to his eyes.

?????: if we are to, you know, "Eliminate the Overkill," we must strike him with more than a simple mech. Perhaps something more... advanced...

???: but that mech was the strongest one we had! We can't just-

?????: then build another! Maybe that one might be your rare exception!

Thoughts raced around the scaled figure swirled, as he looked upon the now visible chameleon. This mobian... he had a familiarity to him that others failed to gain... he just couldn't put his finger on it.....