The sky troubled with dark clouds. Machines marching. My footsteps to be heard loudly as I step in some ponds. Their gaze on me. A chill going through my body. I shake it away. I deeply breathe in. I stop running. My eyes focused. Rain touching my face, my paws leaving a dark red trace. I turn around, facing the charged laser eyes. My eyes darkened. I'm tired. I sniff my nose.
I'm tired of being the punching bag.
My claws coming out. Their laser beams traveling my way.
I'm tired of running away.
I run towards the light, my arms raised. They blow up before me, as I rip them apart. My nails tingling. My paws feeling ablaze.
I'm tired of being afraid.
I walk towards the machines. Slowly. 10 machines standing side by side, throwing everything they have. Fire, laser, and electricity. Poor machines. This doesn't even compare a small bit. They should have seen me as an 8-year-old. My claws cutting everything, being thrown aside as they explode. Making a wave in the air. Fire burning behind me. My nails sparkling. A tear rolling down my cheek.
I'm tired of this feeling.
I jump into the air, my blooded hand raised. I swing it down on the first machine in my way. Their laser eyes following. I rip straight through the metal, smashing it into the ground. In desperation they keep shooting. I grin. I deflect it back at them, jumping from machine to machine. Every device tore apart, as my claws come in contact with them.
All of them destroyed, including my hands.
I'm done
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