My Angel-Yogscast fanfiction

Chapter 31: Apogee

Mia/Carys' PoV
Silently, I slip into the complex marble room. Large metal railings wrap around the walls of the cylindrical room. Most of the marble is covered with pipes and wires, creating an extra layer of insulation, trapping the heat in. The tower of a room stretches up to what must be the breach of open air. Eventually, the marble runs out and the top of the room is simply dirt, cobblestone and technology. The whole room hums with machinery clicking and clonking. Right in the middle, sits the beast of a bomb I saw through Smith's eyes. Its evil presence stares down at me, daunting me. It commands the room, even though it only consumes amount a quarter of its floor place, which only bares testament to the sheer enormity of this room. 

I place my gun away, I creep around the room, peering round to see Trott at the main control panel. I know just how to play this, he seems far easier to manipulate than the others. I focus on the spot next to him, a small work bench covered in chemicals and papers. I flash myself forward to the spot. Within an instant, he notices me, fumbling back. My fingers trance over the desk, picking up a vile of dark blue liquid which, rather conveniently matches the detailing on my armour. Slowly I rise the vile to my eyes, having yet to make eye contact with Trottimus. I cross my legs and flick my hair back, radiating confidence. 

"M....Mia?" Trott blubbers. His head darts around looking for anyone to accompany me. The fact that I am utterly alone would normally reassure him but my smirk and pursed lips forces a chill down his spine, 

"Just thought I'd drop by and pay you a little visit." I sing, twisting the bottle around in my hand. Trott clambers to his feet, drawing a gun. I shift my gaze to meet his eyes, pulling a puppy dog face,

"Oh Trotty, you really don't want to shoot little old me do you?" I say softly. Within a moment, I teleport up to one of the beams on the side of the room. I cross my arms and lean against the side, balancing rather precariously. 

"Where'd you get those wings?" he questions, spinning to me,

"Oh sorry! Aren't I so silly, I must have forgotten to say!" I begin before teleporting right behind him and whispering into his ears, "I'm an angel." 

"No!" He jumps, "they ain't real." He denies. "You're not real!" Instead of teleporting, I strut around him, tickling his skin with my wings. I say nothing for a moment, simply holding his gaze. I spot a fly buzzing around the two of us. I focus on the insignificant creature for a moment then mumble a few words. The fly grows to the size of a fist, mutating one body part at a time. Trott panics and runs back to the control panel. I know if I attempt to physically stop him, it will only make him more determined,

"Rookie mistake." I call over to him, turning and beginning to walk away,

"What?" He asks, spinning back around. I walk along the metal bar that frames the bomb, tickling my metal as I slowly drift around. Trott lifts the gun and aims for my head, "I will kill you, Mia." He threatens

"Oh I'm certain of that! We're all going to die here. We'll all bust into flames over and over again, consumed by rage and hatred of one another. You'll kill me and I'll kill your little friends. We'll trick each other constantly and slowly lose our minds in loathing. This whole war thing is utterly predictable. Except for one tiny aspect; it's something that has doomed you to fail from the very beginning." I lecture 

"Tell me." He growls, not moving the gun,

"It's already been proven. Look at yourself! Trembling with the trigger, you've utterly lost your ability to kill. Shame too, you were so skilled. But here you are, actually afraid to kill me because of that one tiny little thing!" I continue. His face grows sour. I walk slightly closer to him. "I know exactly why you can't shoot me right now. And so do you, but you're too scared to admit it. If I don't say it, you'll never truly know." I taunt,