Inhumane Sentience (Phanfic)

[ "Like the tumbleweeds in the wind." ]

[ SCYTHE'S POV. ]

I've been spending all my time in the desert.  I mean, I have nothin' else to do.  I would either talk to Broker, or Medkit.  It'd be nice to talk to someone about now too.  A tumbleweed blew in the wind, as I watched it.  I set my arm on my lap, taking a cloth and cleaning my eye.  Well, the thing that goes above the eye, not..my actual.  Oh whatever, you get what I mean.  My rifle was to the side of me, as I sat on the train tracks.  I felt a buzzing in my pocket.  Who's calling me today now, huh?  I pulled out my phone to see that Broker is calling me.  Did he get himself locked up again?  It's tirin' to save him all the time.  I picked up the phone, and put it to my ear.

"Hello, Broker." I said with a somewhat happy tone.

"Scyythheeee!  Heyyyy!" He began to speak.  "I saw somethin real strange...likeee..uh.  I dunno!  Y'know those Biografts that come and phight in the Banlands sometimes!  You sometimes phight with them, right??" He asked me.

"Uh-huh..why are you talkin' about Biografts?  All they are, are mindless robots." I said with a sigh. 

"Well!  I saw Medkit started taking up the look!"  Broker said,  My eyes widened as I listened a bit more closely.  "He's all robot and stuff!  I also saw a Vinestaff..a Boombox..and..uhhh.  Something else.  Someone else?? I dunno!"

"WHAT?!" I said, astonished.  "What do you MEAN there's Biograft..phighters out there!?  Are they copies or somethin'!?" I asked, confused. "There's no phuckin' WAY that you're tellin me the truth right now!" I said, about to hang up the phone.

"Wait, wait!  I saw it when I was I was behind that one building im usually behind!  I saw Medkit run past that little alleyway, with a Boombox chasing them!"

"...there's no way." I muttered.  "Look, I'll try to make my way over to ya.  Just gimme a moment." I replied.

"Alright!  See ya soon!" Broker said, before hanging up. 

I put my phone back in my pocket.  What in the world was happenin'??  There's no way what Broker is saying is true.  I grabbed my rifle, and stood up on my feet.  I held it in my arms tightly.  What if there are little robot things?  It's nothing I can't handle.  I'm a serial killer, not the one being killed.  I hopped off the train tracks, and started going on my way.  Medkit it probably alive.  I should call him.  I grabbed out my phone, and dialed in Med's number, and let it ring.

...ring...

Ring....

...Why does it sound so close??

Ring......

I turned behind me swiftly, before seeing Medkit.  Well, not Medkit.  It wasn't Medkit.  He looked like himself, except all biograft parts and..well, no mouth.  He just stared at me.  It's like he couldn't talk.

"..Medkit?  You okay there??" I asked him.  Probably pretty stupid of me to ask that.

He didn't answer.  He just stared.

"Medkit, I don't wanna do this.." I said, now turning my rifle into a scythe.

Not even a second after I said that, he lunged at me.  It isn't even Medkit.  It's an 'it.'  I slashed back, pushing him away from me.  Hate to do this to him.  I ran over and slashed him across the chest.  This Isn't Medkit..it isn't Medkit..it isn't Medkit.  While the robotic thing was layin on its back, I stomped on its chest, keeping my boot on its chest.  It stared up at me.  I turned my scythe back into my rifle, and pointed it at its head.  "What in the world ARE you." I said with a glare.  It didn't answer.  Instead, it put its hands around my boot, well, more on my upper calf.  It then shifted its weight.  It toppled me over.  Clever bastard.  I tripped to the side, where the robot tried to take my rifle out of my hand.  We were wrestling there for a good few moments.  I tried punching its face, but it just managed to hurt my hand.  I haven't been in a life or death situation like THIS in a long while.  Before long, I noticed it was trying to make my rifle turn into a scythe again.  If THAT happened, it would cut my head clean off.  I tried forcing the rifle away from my neck, but robots seem to be much stronger than I imagined.  Actually, I would know, I have a mechanical arm.  Its finger started to trace along the different linings of my rifle, still going to the scythe button.  "Don't you DARE." I groaned out.  It pushed the rifle closer to my neck, at this point choking me.  I struggled to breathe, but my main focus was to keep that things hands away from my rifle.  Although, when you're getting choked, you either want to breathe again, or want to breathe again.  You catch my drift.  Either way, I'll end up dying.  I might as well go out in a badass way, instead of going out in some lame way.  I moved my hands away from my rifle.  Its hands slid up to the button..and..

SLICE!