Chapter 6- Claudia
As soon as they charged, a pair of hands pulled me into a tunnel at the side, and I had no strength to even resist, as it dragged me in deeper.
“Look at me.”
Claudia, in ragged clothing, stood over me, with a bow and an arrow supply can.
“Good, you’re not dead,” she sighed, as I squinted, narrowing my eyes.
“Good,” I echoed. “Ah, yes, of course-“
“There is no time for sarcasm, Charlie Brown. I would like to slap you at the face, but I’m not doing it for Andy’s sake,” she snarled, bearing her teeth, flashing her golden tooth.
“Yes, I heard that wonderful scandal,” I snapped.
“I’m going to go over to your side now. Half of Joshua’s army is mine. I bribed them- it took me a lot of money to do that, but whatever, anyway, half of the army is on my side.”
“How am I supposed to trust you?” I said warily, eyeing her closely.
“Look. It’s either you trust me or not. I ordered my army to have a star sticker pasted on the back of their armor. Don't harm them.”
I reluctantly nodded. “I’ll trust you.”
“That’s because you don’t have any choice,” she spat. “Anyway, be grateful.”
I smiled weakly. “Thanks.”
“I’m going to try and get some more of those metallic creatures from future without getting killed, so you support, eh?”
She slapped my forearm, and pulled me out of the tunnel. No one had noticed it- even Joshua, who was battling with intensiveness.
“Good luck,” I mouthed, as she disappeared into nowhere, to the future.
I dragged myself up to Andy and the other commanders, and quickly told them about it.
Andy shoved his knife into a robot’s chest, and kicked it away, panting, eyes wide. “What?”
“Yes.”
“I rest. We’ll fight-“
“No. You’re telling me to rest when you’re fighting? No way,” I growled.
“Listen to me, fool,” he grunted, slapping a robot at the face and pouring a bottle of oil over it.
The robot went stiff and froze on the spot, mouth agape.
A huge robot, without warning, pinned me down to the floor, and whacked me at the face. Blood wet my face, as I punched the robot back with my fist, only to cry out. My fist was stinging- it was made out of metal.
The robot ‘grinned’, and threw another punch, when I caught its fist and kicked it at the shins. It couldn’t feel pain. It merely made sounds at its throat and punched my face repeatedly, pressing me down.
“Iłłëtrö!” I yelled.
The energy sucked out of my body once more, but I did not care. I charged at every single robot without the star sticker on its armor (quite lame, huh?) and struck them down, including the huge robot, which had become a pretty nice metal pancake- I’d squashed it down with my feet, flying up into the air and coming down with the help of gravity.
