Go Mcfast is my original character (DO NOT STEAL). This book will tell about his story of sadness, rage, and vengeance. When he finds out that his homeland is invaded by a mysterious enemy, he must muster enough courage to take the risks, the challe...
Mcfast had not expected the figure to be 3 feet tall.
From a distance away, it had seemed much taller. This was the false, jingostic lull of light and its consumption, its attempt to lure individuals into a feeling of relief.
Mcfast was 50 paces away from the figure when it spoke. It had a nasally voice to it, and had an estranged accent he couldn't place. "who are you?" The figure said. When Mcfast was about to respond, it butted in, saying once more, "who are you?"
Mcfast, irritated by this, proceeded to respond: "I am a singular being on a journey to save my people. I have no quarrel with you. Where is Jimb-"
The figure interrupted again, to Mcfast's repeated dismay. "I do believe I have a quarrel with you. You are looking for a Jimble, correct? So am I. In fact, I have already found him, and I will stop you from getting your hands on him, no matter the cost."
A pair of lights turned on behind Mcfast, and then another, and then another. The whole room had been lit, And Mcfast was able to finally see the identity of the rude individual who had kept interrupting him.
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It was Edna Mode.
Fashion extraordinaire.
Wild Card.
And she was here to kill him.
Mcfast was utterly shocked. "Edna? THE Edna Mode? what the Блядь? Why are you here?" Edna replied with a snide grin of her face. "Let's say that someone has put a great price on your capture, and i'm here to claim that bounty."
"Who has put this bounty on my head? The Brotherhood?" Mcfast retorted. Edna looked back onto Mcfast, grinning harder than before. "You wish it was. They'd just kill you and take your power, but the group that hired me will do a whole lot worse to you. They won't kill you, they'll just torture you to learn how you work, how you live, how you exist- and then you'll be locked away forever until the day you die."
"Then they will come for the rest of your kind and do the same to them. I have no pity on your kind, because I have not met them, but from what i've heard about you, I don't imagine they're better than you." Edna let out an obnoxious laugh, then retained her previous seriousness. "Now, about you. You either come with me, and suffer for your miserable existence, or try to fight and die. It's your choice."
Mcfast pulled out his uzi and loaded a magazine into it, rearing for a fight. He took a big, hearty swig of his bottle, for it may be his last drink.
Edna looked upon him, with dismay in her eyes. "My contractors will regret having only your bleeding pulp, instead of your full self. You've forced my hand, and now- you'll perish."
Edna pulled out a switch, and turned it on.
Her form changed, slowly being plated with what appeared to be high density titanium plating. The plates went on further in further, taking on different shapes until Edna went from 3 feet to 9. The plates went to her hands and then transformed into multiple appendages used for maiming, killing, brutalizing, et cetera. The plates finally made it up to Edna's face, and completely covered it. After the transformation had been completed, Edna looked down upon Mcfast, activated her tools of vivisection, and let out a bellowing roar, augmented by the metal suit.
