Inniciate-
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Ready
After this heavy fight I lift my weary body. The blunt trauma caused a lot of systems to go into emergency control. To right I think to myself, as i grip the imprinted marks of the chains around my throat. Then again, my hands don't create a sense of touch, it's for naught.
//Damn it!// I think to myself as I look around the destroyed mall.
"What a mess..." With that realisation i turn to the remains of that woman. She deserves a resting place, thus i collect some rubble and 2 I-Beams, pouring the rubble above the remains and ramming the beams into the ground, forming a triangle.
"Rest in peace"
"Put your hands in the air, you are under arrest!" A group of policemen take aim at me, whilst I still face the grave.
"I will not do so. I will slowly turn around and leave, since I defended this place and everyone else in here from a murderer"
With that they start firing their measly little deputy pistols. I just raise an eyebrow as they visibly bounce off my hull.
The Cop scoffs at that. "Ahem, likely story, where is that murderer?" I quickly reply proudly "Shot into the sky. In that direction...but since he survived my plasma ray and cussed at me whilst flying off, I'm certain he's alive, but heavily injured."
This middleaged ginger strongarm glances at his colleagues before giving a last warning.
"You know, even if that's all true, this be a helluva damage complaint, even if you're pledged innocent and set free, your in tge thick of it riggt now still. So I won't repeat it again- You are under arrest, follow us to the police station!"
I rolled my eyes at that. Are you serious? You try to arrest the hero? And me at that!?
Where you gonna take me?
I won't fit in a car, I won't fit in a cell. You literally have no possibility.....
How about this, if you have questions, I'll stay here for 24 hours, then I'll make myself on the way to hunt after that guy. Good?"
I reached for that officers' hand.
The 3 colleagues look at each other with concern, but in the end come around and thus the group commander, Mitchell Travers his name, as I later found out, takes my hand and attempts to shake it.
"Aight- this is my trust fund. Don't make me regret it. Although if we need you for longer, please consider staying here and in touch."
"Will do, officer. I might be down the field or the parking lots, but I'll be around and in sight."
"Well....if that's settled then, god day, mister-?"
"Cybeta"
They nod and look at each other before they leave.
Trust fund.... TRUST FUND.
What should they even do if I don't!? I'm probably not even in their database, why should I listen. Hmpf-
To think about how it even got to come to this.
I mean, yes, giant, iron cyborg, how could i not be charged, or the law enforcement be wary of me. But it can't possibly be every place on this godforsaken rock like this.
Even then by now I've searched far and wide for a hint of my past, minus that madman of a scientist, tiny twig-ass psycho...Urgh, never again...Unless they somehow get me into a state lab, I luckily won't see that freak of nature anytime soon....what a relief.
With these thoughts i made myself a bit more comfortable, having a bite of concrete and rebar and watching the sun go down.
I wonder what awaits me next.