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It felt like grief, it looked like it too. The smell of rotting desperation stuck in his mind, burying him under the heavy coat of black that was drowning him. Was she there watching him, disappointed in what should have been one of her greatest accomplishments. Maybe she wasn’t, it didn’t matter, he would never be rid of her, not while he was operational.  There were voices, they weren’t hers.. nor were they Weapon’s. The voices becoming clearer but the blackness continued to embrace him. A cold wet line traced up the inside of his arm, the kind of cold that finds a way of staining your whole body. It could be sleep paralysis but why make a machine that can’t reboot itself less humanely. “Is he awake? How can you tell?” The only words Symptom could make out as a muffled voice chimed in. He was awake but he couldn’t move. This wasn’t an accident and he could do nothing about it. “I don’t know if you can hear me, I hope you can.I can’t kill you but that doesn’t mean I can’t make this harder for you.” Symptom could hear a metal utensil being lifted off a scraped surface. It wasn’t long before a deep and slow moving sharp pain inched it’s way up his arm. He could feel himself screaming but his body made no movement. He could feel the other picking apart the skin oh his arm and pinning it back. The only indication they had of his reactions was the heart monitor that gripping against his chest. “Oh, I’m sorry Symptom, you’ll have to let me know if that hurts, here, if you just  move your finger, I’ll stop...no? I’d hate for you to feel any of this.” The more the other dug around in his arm the more Symptom fought to just flinch. he could feel the inside of his arm being disassembled without being removed. Searing hot tools, burned through metal and bone, wires being ripped out. foreign objects being shoved and replaced while screws were mercilessly being lodged and centered. He could feel the pins being taken out as a dull needle was used to sew him back up. “One down, one to go.” Symptom let those words drown him as he began to fall back into the blackness, the cold wet streak being painted across his other arm. He could swear he heard the others fighting to try and get him back but he was far too gone, burying himself in mother grief once more. A voice spoke softly in his ear, afraid of what that meant. Did they get him back just in time to do whatever they needed to do with his other arm. No, not this time, he could feel his fingers move, even wrapped in heavy bandages. As Weapon asked, Symptom groaned, these limbs didn’t feel like his, they had done something but he could only guess. Before he could say anything else, the voice from the operating room spoke up. “Weapon, sir. It would be greatly advised that you keep your distance, we don’t know what else Symptom is capable of and one more attack like that could be fatal.” Symptom felt his face flush red, he couldn’t speak, he could barely speak all he could do was shift his bandages in his direction. “ahh yes, thank you for reminding me. Symptom. We had them removed. not your arms just your weapons. We’re going to have to keep you a while to make sure there’s nothing else that could surprise us later down the road. You wouldn’t want to hurt your family now, would you?” He sounded like her. All Symptom needed was maybe even an hour, just long enough to get out of bed but he stopped in his thoughts. He felt Weapon’s grip tighten around him, not a protecting grip but one that would have the other running, if he could even make it to the door in time.

Symptom waited. There wasn’t much he could do at this point as the machines whizzed and the the faint noise of shoes clamoring on the other side of door kept in motion. Weapon was in there, being pulled apart and put back together. It was different here, not like the city. Hell he didn’t even know he had a brother for the longest time. Back there the steel walls were close than ice and from the horizontal view, everything seemed surreal and dead. Rainyday was different, the machines were music and every incision was a melody. It gave symptom hope that Weapon would be up and running in no time, ready to orchestrate the next plan of action.

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I hear her voice ringing from the radio down the cell ..... If it could, my synthetic blood would be boiling

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Symptom was used to the ever-changing emotions that appeared on Weapon’s face, he was used to him being on edge, sometimes even more than himself. It was in the moment that when he felt Weapon’s soft wet tongue turn to the sides of his face that seemed to snap Symptom back into something entirely different. 

He could feel the surges shoot up his own arm. The repressed memories played  dug their way back into his subconscious, the woman’s voice shrilled through his mind. Not only did he have Weapon alone and weakened but he had the other begging to end it. Symptom’s heart began to race, he was trying to fight off this need to kill his brother but he couldn’t pull his hands away, he only gripped tighter. “Don’t......don’t make me do this.....I .. I can’t.” His short breaths escaped through his fractured words, the feeling intensified. He wished someone had come with them, he wished someone was right there around the corner with a gun pointed to his back. It would have been hopeless, Symptom would have found a way to finish them off before they had a chance to reload. No, at this time, it was them. the way it had always been, the way Symptom wanted it to end.

“Weapon... I don’t want to do this! Call somebody.... I can’t stop!” His hands relaxed for a moment still resting on his face. Symptom closed his eyes, he recounted the first day he had began his mission, the first day he laid eyes on Weapon and how it should have been that day. It wasn’t supposed to be this long, he wasn’t supposed to become one of them.The anger filled Symptom slowly, the only problem was he wasn’t sure who it needed to go to anymore. He watched his brother’s eyes, a lethal dose of desperate rage consumed him and Symptom felt he had the only cure. “Weapon...I...... SOMEONE HELP, COME QUICK!” Symptom screamed out, afraid his hold wasn’t going to last much longer. He pleaded to his brother one last time but the feeling took hold of him again. A shock wave of anger surged through him, the piercing voice of the woman shot through as he felt the colts surge down his arms and through his finger tips. He could see Weapon’s expressions go from angry to a paralyzing shock. It only lasted for a few moments but it felt lie an eternity before Symptom ripped his hands away from his face. He wanted to pick him up but he could see the sparks still emiting from his fingers. “SOMEONE! I NEED HELP!!!” Symptom collapsed to the ground, watching Weapon’s body start to convulse, there was nothing he could do. He reached to hold the other’s hand but the sparks were to much and only made his appendage jolt more violently. He could hear hurried footsteps racing to the entrance followed by the sounds of angry screams and the blunt end of a hard object.

Symptom waited. There wasn’t much he could do at this point as the machines whizzed and the the faint noise of shoes clamoring on the other side of door kept in motion. Weapon was in there, being pulled apart and put back together. It was different here, not like the city. Hell he didn’t even know he had a brother for the longest time. Back there the steel walls were close than ice and from the horizontal view, everything seemed surreal and dead. Rainyday was different, the machines were music and every incision was a melody. It gave symptom hope that Weapon would be up and running in no time, ready to orchestrate the next plan of action.

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“It was over faster then I think either of us thought. I just remember you running ahead before I even had time to draw you were sinking your weapons right into one of their skulls. That exterminator though...” Symptom took a deep sigh, he remembered him as well. He remembered that not everyone who was trained by him actually lived to see past Zone two. His death rate would more than likely impress the hell out of Weapon but he would learn that soon enough. “.. From what I’ve been briefed he was one who trained Korse and he wasn’t even his best apprentice. He knew your moves because he designed them, kinda makes sense though, ya know? He was smart, he wouldn’t make anything that he couldn’t take down...Had we both been in separate I’m sure he would have been able to get away with it too. So you getting beat to shit wasn’t exactly the worst thing that could have happened, in fact you saved our asses because of it.” He turned to look at the expressionless features on Weapon’s face, he was distracted and the culprit was really eating at him. Symptom moved in behind the armchair the other was sitting in and placed his fingers on both sides of his scalp and began moving his fingers in circular motions. “I have a feeling even if you weren’t banged up you’d still have the same look on your face. Wherever your mind is wandering, tell it to come back. You’re too weighted as it is...” Symptom was digging himself deeper, knowing that a part of Weapon’s wandering mind had a lot to do with the disappearance of Hazel. He moved his hands off of Weapon’s scalp and spoke softly. “Wanna see how I did it? I’ve been practicing since I’ve figured out I could do it, it took a while and I may have had a few incidents in my room but nothing to bad.” He smiled as he held his hands close together. Barely touching he closed his eyes and concentrated, his fingers flexing in the slightest as his knuckles grew white and the color began to drain. Soon enough a couple of sparks began to ignite until a silver and blue stream of electricity circled in his palms before extinguishing back to sparks and smoke. “It takes a bit of energy out of me, that’s probably why I don’t remember much after it happened. I didn’t think it was going to do much but with you down I didn’t have anything to lose, I just got so angry and the next thing I know I’m trying to drag you back home... I don’t even know what happened to the exterminator.”

Symptom waited. There wasn’t much he could do at this point as the machines whizzed and the the faint noise of shoes clamoring on the other side of door kept in motion. Weapon was in there, being pulled apart and put back together. It was different here, not like the city. Hell he didn’t even know he had a brother for the longest time. Back there the steel walls were close than ice and from the horizontal view, everything seemed surreal and dead. Rainyday was different, the machines were music and every incision was a melody. It gave symptom hope that Weapon would be up and running in no time, ready to orchestrate the next plan of action.

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Symptom could hear mumblings from the other side of the door but just assumed it was Leta or someone else. He knew they were working quickly but time seemed to move so slow, so many unanswered questions. Pacing the entrance door his anger and frustration began to get the best of him, it wasn’t until the door opened and there staring right at him. Just as quickly Symptom’s anger extinguished when he grabbed sight of the other man. His words seemed to break him away from the infinite stare where he found himself trying to think of something to say. “..The ole place seems smaller and quieter when you’re under, guess it would make sense for you to find me quicker.” He had heard the woman behind Weapon speak to him, finding himself spacing as they exchanged a few more words before Weapon turned back around to face him. Symptom looked back at Leta who still wore somewhat of a concerning frown. “Leta, I promise he’ll be back, I won’t let him wander off.” Symptom shot to Weapon, an eyebrow raising just in the slightest. Without waiting for a reply he moved a bit to give Weapon some room to walk with him down the hall. It wasn’t long until Symptom began bombarding him with his own questions. “Do you remember anything?.. Damn, you scared me half to death out there, for a second I really didn’t think you were gonna make it. You can’t go dying on me just yet, we got a industrialization to conquer.’ He joked, the truth was Symptom had been tense the entire time the other was under, the countless sleepless night could attest to that. He got quiet for a moment, thinking he was coming off too strong emotionally. “I’m glad you’re alright, just don’t do that again.” He grinned, sliding his hands into his pockets as thy reached the inside of the library doors.

Symptom waited. There wasn’t much he could do at this point as the machines whizzed and the the faint noise of shoes clamoring on the other side of door kept in motion. Weapon was in there, being pulled apart and put back together. It was different here, not like the city. Hell he didn’t even know he had a brother for the longest time. Back there the steel walls were close than ice and from the horizontal view, everything seemed surreal and dead. Rainyday was different, the machines were music and every incision was a melody. It gave symptom hope that Weapon would be up and running in no time, ready to orchestrate the next plan of action.

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Symptom waited. There wasn't much he could do at this point as the machines whizzed and the the faint noise of shoes clamoring on the other side of door kept in motion. Weapon was in there, being pulled apart and put back together. It was different here, not like the city. Hell he didn't even know he had a brother for the longest time. Back there the steel walls were close than ice and from the horizontal view, everything seemed surreal and dead. Rainyday was different, the machines were music and every incision was a melody. It gave symptom hope that Weapon would be up and running in no time, ready to orchestrate the next plan of action.

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After watching Weapon search for something in his back pocket, coming up empty handed, Symptom looked around to see if he could help find the object. Not wasting anymore time he reached his his own pocket and grabbed his radio and began barking orders at anyone at RainyDay to come and get them. He didn’t wait for an answer before he began putting it back into his pocket, he knew that someone heard him if not already began zipping their way over. Symptom looked back down at Weapon, he was in pretty bad shape, he could almost hear the offsets of the mechanics whirring around in his brother. “Fuck Wep....” Symptom hissed through his teeth, he couldn’t tell if he was more pissed about the city’s lack of commitment by sending a bunch of weakened scarecrow units or if Weapon was right that the only real shot they had at taking out the Woman would be to get closer and make a distraction. “You know she would expect that, she probably wants us to make a scene, just so she can find us easier, set us away from our family. Then again, I’m worried she’ll keep sending units closer to home.” Symptom could hear the faint distant of a vehicle approaching from the direction of Rainy day, It made him sick to his stomach that he even thought of what could happen. He knew they would have to act fast but in Weapon’s state it was going to be a little while before they could and that was something they couldn’t afford. “When do you think she’ll send more? Obviously it’s about a day’s ride if not more to the city...fuck.” Symptom internally was starting to panic, they would know something was wrong when the van wouldn’t come back and then it struck him. “I have to get the van out of here, move it to a different zone... Lead them away from here, I”ll go as far as zone three, always some kind of trouble waiting for anyone not dawning a little color. What do you think?”

Things that go bump in the night (2)

Weapon felt his limbs and the resting excitement in his mind wake and stretch on the way to the exit. He kept a favorite black handled knife in his hand, spinning it in anticipation. He huffed and smiled at Symptom as he threw his shoulder against the doors to open em, “Hehehe you’re such a fucking tease, let’s go see this surprise.” He stepped out but turned back, the fresh air giving him a hit of his old self again, “Hope it’s not a trap,” he lifted the knife which wobbled loosely between this finger and thumb and booped Symptom lightly under his chin with the edge, “You’re starting to be nice, hate to have to ruin the mooood.”

That old wide mouth clenched teeth grin popped up and he turned away with an asylum laugh. When he got far enough away from the building he turned and gave a wave to the roof where River would be perched and watching. She called out, “Keep your boots tight!” He laughed and threw his hands up, “Always.” He moved forward, everything behind them was radioactive and required a mask and suite to enter. He glanced at Symptom, “Mordor Gandalf, is it left or right?”

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Symptom chuckled a bit, still keep a weary eye of the corpses around them in case one of them had the spine to get back up to fight. He looked back down at Weapon, the whirring of machine mixed with bleeding flesh was a sight to take in. He moved his shirt just in the slightest to see much of the damage that had fallen on his brother. “Yeah, they sure as fuck did get you. Fuck... You’re gonna have to call them out here to come help get you home, sadly I don’t think my little electrified digits are gonna help in this situation.” He was still very cautious when handling the other, even if it was just moving him in the slightest, he couldn’t really control himself let alone figure out how to make the static come back. Symptom reached around his jean pockets looking for a lump that seemed to not be there. He turned his hands attention back to Weapon as he was searching for the same. “”Ya got your radio on ya, right? No since in just sitting here waiting for the sand to come collect us too.” He listened to what the other was asking, letting the words mull over in his brain before speaking up again. “I don’t know how I did it.... It just kind of happened. I remember..... I just remember seeing her, in a closed off room.. she had that crooked smile on her face, the one that made you think she was some sort of psychotic and torturous doll. I remember she was saying something about being special and how she was going to help me get you out of the zones, she called you by some name, I’m not sure what it was, it was kind of fuzzy. After that it was a little hazy for a while but then came the tests, the trials to get me to use this.. whatever the fuck it is... I’m telling you Wep, it was complete bull shit....” Symptom sighed, shaking his head a little. “I don’t know, just seeing that scarecrow got me so angry again, like seeing her face and I just had to... to fucking rip it apart!” Symptom’s grip on Weapon tightened more as he spoke about her, not realizing what it was doing to the other. “Sometimes I wish that bitch would come out here, we’d show her a fucking good show out here!”

Things that go bump in the night (2)

Weapon felt his limbs and the resting excitement in his mind wake and stretch on the way to the exit. He kept a favorite black handled knife in his hand, spinning it in anticipation. He huffed and smiled at Symptom as he threw his shoulder against the doors to open em, “Hehehe you’re such a fucking tease, let’s go see this surprise.” He stepped out but turned back, the fresh air giving him a hit of his old self again, “Hope it’s not a trap,” he lifted the knife which wobbled loosely between this finger and thumb and booped Symptom lightly under his chin with the edge, “You’re starting to be nice, hate to have to ruin the mooood.”

That old wide mouth clenched teeth grin popped up and he turned away with an asylum laugh. When he got far enough away from the building he turned and gave a wave to the roof where River would be perched and watching. She called out, “Keep your boots tight!” He laughed and threw his hands up, “Always.” He moved forward, everything behind them was radioactive and required a mask and suite to enter. He glanced at Symptom, “Mordor Gandalf, is it left or right?”

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