The Machine

"Look... I'm sorry for what happened that day... I know it's not right... But that doesn't mean you should join them!!!"

Ambar looked at the man. His face a retelling of a character shattered from his values and reasoning. His life destroyed almost instantly by the man who agreed to everything. The man that agreed to bring him into the dark and desolate place that ended his life. His eyes still bitter about the woman despite what seemed like a truce. Hardly what he wanted but he was left without a choice to deal with the monster himself. Shooting down his explanation of lies just as he entered with what seemed like a noisy breed of his only children. Yelling like babies who needed their diapers changed. Except they rather incite their view as the room is silenced amongst his thoughts. Hardly the children he wanted.

"No! You are still stuck as a child! Thinking your the best at hiding all that you had done!" He wandered around aimlessly in the grass. Unable to believe he would meet his 'friend' again as he continued his speech. A speech he himself finds annoying, "You should had admitted your mistakes! Nothing would change what you had accidentally spoke out against them during that 'camp'! I would had forgiven you then but you agreed and led everyone to that factory and then you decided to let me die. Even though you definitely knew what you were doing! Admit it! You blurted that statement out because in your heart, you are a pussy!"

"But that does not justify the deaths and thefts that you did over the past few years under his leadership!"

Ambar retorted, attempting to explain his fruitless cause based off whatever he had read in the crime files he obtained. Hoping to see some form of light from a friend who barely blinked and felt anything from him. Shaking his head as his hair became ruffled beneath his stead. Angry at his response that was filled with ignorance and denial.

"You still don't get it do you!"

The partially-human cyborg charged at the man, frail in his ideals with his drones the only helpers to his cause. The soulless remains of what little was found. Knowing his brute strength and his machine's inability to stop him, he covered his face. Attempting to stand his ground against his rapid punching that nearly made him flinch.

He groaned, hoping that he could find a weakness on impact but he feels an immediate pull. The man watched as his left arm is tugged into the metal. His entire body being pulled with it. Ever so close to grinding upon his body parts as the man he once called his friend simply watched. Crudely sympathetic to the choice of bloodshed. Driving deep into his arm with what seemed like mandibles. He snarled, unable to comprehend how his friend failed to save him. Watching in delight as he watch Ambar yell and scream. Wailing like a child. Just like he did then. Perhaps not all of them have the heart or the spark to understand but rather a lesson in pain.

Ambar suddenly feels an immediate pull as he is thrown into the air, Scott growling wildly at another of his near-death experiences. Throwing Ambar to the wall along with his drones. Splintering the wooden furniture as smoke began to billow uncontrollably yet determined to their job. If only they could truly understand what was going on...

He stomped along, feeling the vibration from nearby rooms. Pounding on the walls and shaking the lamps violently with the books laid messily onto the ground. Hardly a hotel but a war zone of wooden dust which irritated his eyes. Hardly an annoyance to deal with at the moment.

"All you ever wanted to do was to not get unpunished from your work! Never appreciating the people who truly mattered to you. No wonder you have no friends!"

Ambar struggles to get himself up, his eyes in a murky haze upon his mumble. His drones unresponsive. Somehow unable to take on the blast of air which scorched the room with uncomfortable clothes and stained books. He couldn't tell what he had just done. Just a mere simple mortal with just one skill, now being scolded by his old friend as he is slammed onto the wall. His drones attempted pursue him, watching their owner get pulled further down to what seemed like a wooden sinkhole his assailant created. Without hesitation, they attempted to tear apart his metal legs which stood resistant. Only to break into tears upon the crumpling their saws and large machine guns which cracked under pressure.

"You have a lot of answers to tell me. You better not break my patience."

His jaw grinning at his man, pulling him by his shirt as he began his regiment of punching him rapidly again and again in the head, his springs hardly having problems at all, gleefully watching the man eyes turn blank, his eyes bruising upon impact into a purple puke with his nose bright red. Crying about it's own bloody day. Finally, a moment of revenge and hope. Continuing his actions amongst his helplessness. Slowly showcasing the pain he had felt then and the sadness from over two decades of his own destruction. The true betrayed person in the group. Ambar could barely look up at his 'friend', nearly torn and broken from his restlessness as each machine get torn apart. Smouldering amongst the grime of dust and smoke.

"Look man... I-I know whatever I did was wrong... But I simply wasn't able to carry you..."

His grip tightened, warm metal cramped around his throat. Barely avoiding the explosion in the air from the two machines that cracked the windows. Shattering upon each rumble of engine roars and the trembles on the ground. Gasping for air from his pain. Softly explaining his plight and looking upon of his near surrender as he continued,

"What about Max... What would he said?"

He sheds a tear. Closing his eyes at the sight of his face, looking back at him alongside of a bunch of strangers that seemed to be his family. Carefully carving across the watery abyss with their robes. Rather annoyed yet passively inclined in his own peaceful world. Wishing for him not to explain for the knowledge he already knew and possessed. Each sight of pain for the cyborg to see, snarling at his foolish pitiful sight, continuously slamming the man onto the walls that remained. It's paint peeling apart and the roof full of wires determined to clown about amongst the air vents that littered the room. But each punch seemed to had weakened, literally being caught upon his weakening grasp.

"It... can't... be!..."

He watched his eyes of determination skyrocket. Grabbing him and putting him back down to the ground upon his knees. His grip slipped, hardly giving him any room. Yet succumbing under pressure, allowing himself to somehow take a moral high ground he didn't deserve. Putting them both in a stalemate. Ambar looks at the man he once called his friend. Still weak in his building skills but holding him off once again. Unsure as to how long he can keep this up.

"You really think... you... can... defeat... me?..."

He grabbed his metal arm and kicked him in the chest. Spilling blood all over the warm mess of books and landing butt first into the wall. Hardly able to keep himself together as his flickering eyes spot the man lumber across to him with his drill out front. Aggressively whirling to life as he scampered, startled for his demise was near.

"You should reconsider your life choices!"

He yelled, charging his wrist mounted drill towards his chest. Charging defiantly with usual boredom. His friend's face completely blank. Still filled with determination but fading upon ever step. His machines not awake to assist. Laying gently asleep amongst their crumbled corpses. Crushed entirely by the cyborg's stomp with metal pieces splintering across the floor. It was supposed to be his end. All his work to show his assisting for nothing. But nothing came. His whirling drill still attempting to silence the room. But now it was greeted by an argument of words across a near inaudible walkie-talkie that screeched upon every word. His anger dissipated into annoyance and grumpiness with his stiff posture now fuming from overheating.

"Scott! This is an order! We have to regroup!"

He silently looks back at the dazed Ambar, hardly a threat to him and beaten down hard. His creations all laid scattered on the floor with his face diluted with emotions, bleeding and in tears amongst his snorting to breathe. He grunted, rolling his eyes as the drill slowed into stagnation. Disappointed at the lack of anything exciting. But the message was sent, he could only hope he interprets it correct.

"Count your lucky stars. The next time I see you, you will be dead where you stand."

He wanders to the abyss, unbothered by the response of what was his old friend. Hiding through the smokes and the clear lights that glimmered within the smog, disappearing into the wind who was barely happy to give Ambar some comfort. Now left to his own devices and his broken machinery, stumbling up at the mess left. He sulks, looking down at the machine that was seemingly crushed. It's pieces ripped apart and leaking amongst the sparks attempting to ignite an aggressive push. Harshly leaving him to his seclusion of disappointment and failure. The betrayal by and now amongst the lost confusion of 2 decades. The man he once called his friend still determined of his betrayal of his capture and their irresponsible actions as he sighs.

"I'm sorry..."

He looks back at his shredded arm. Still tearful from his injuries as he look back at his broken work. His bunch of broken dreams sagging with oil and retorting at his mistake.

"What would Sergio and Shane had done?"

At that thought, he realized how lackluster the news had been about their escape. So little was the information that he managed to alleviate his pain at this thought. Somewhat...

He quickly gets back up, turning around and staggering as he hid for safety. Hearing chaos unfold from their large battle. Unable to feel his arms and legs as he stared around blankly.

"Where were they?"