Part 11: X-26

When we were deployed during the corporate war, it was nothing but pure chaos. Hundreds of thousands of augmented men like me were sent into cities to kill anyone that attempted to go against Danison. I was an X-0 cyborg. The best nanotech and weapons Danison could offer. I was X-26. There were thirty of us, you already met one. But one of my best friends was X-17. He was the best guy I'd met. We were close. Way closer than I was with the others. There was X-12, she was my other best friend, before I adjusted to all the surgeries, she was the first who wanted anything to do with me.

We fought against the Xenestro corporation, they were the Danison of the west at that time, they had a strong force, but not strong enough. Not strong enough for us anyway. We didn't care who we killed on their side, as long as we were told to kill, we killed. I had no problem with it, but one day something snapped. I don't know if it was my conscience finally weighing on me, or if it was some glitch in my systems, but when I looked into the eyes of the dying man, I felt the first true emotion I'd felt in years. I let him go. He was General C-57 of Xenestro, and when we least expected it, they attacked. Bombs went off through our camp, X-12 died, and X-17… he was ruined so bad they had to take him off duty. That's when I felt another emotion, it was a fire in my soul, a pure hatred.

I never let another Xenestro troop go, and when I'd found C-57, I beat him, and beat him, and beat him until I felt his pulse waver and stop. I kneeled over his body in the flames and sat there confused. The feeling had left, but it lingered. The thoughts of “What if I killed him when It really mattered” stained my brain day by day. I regained those emotions eventually, after trial and error, but even now I think to myself, “why didn't I?”

Rusty looked at Conan, he looked at his face, a truly worn out look was on it, a look of guilt and sorrow obviously made by the forced recollection Coanan had. But when Conan looked up at Rusty his face had a faint glow, a sign of happiness behind his war torn eyes.

“Do you know what happened to X-17?”

“Not much. All I know is that he went back home, back to his rich family. His father died, I heard.”

“I've never felt that before.. except for when I killed the big thing..”

“That wasn't it… when it comes, you'll know how it feels.”

“I hope I never do then.”

Part 12: Mr. Danison

As Rusty and Conans dialog ended, four heavily armored men entered and took Rusty by the arms. They took him out to the cell, and outside he saw an infinite amount of those same cells, all transparent, on both sides. As Rusty barely began to process what he was seeing, one of the guards hit him from the left, making him black out.

“Wake.” He said with a rustic voice as he smote Rusty.

Rusty’s purple eyes shot open, and he saw a strange cyborg.

His Head was human, but it was masked in a large red hood that covered everything save his eyes and nose bridge, it was a dark Grey, though his thin, cat like eyes glowed a bright vomit yellow. It lighty bobbed up and down in the turquoise liquid the glass jar contained it in, hundreds of wires trying to hold it in place. His right arm was also human, though it was blue gray, wires replaced every vein, and with each pulse from his mechanical heart they glowed a bright red. His torso was solid steel, no trace of life found in it. No breathing, not even a twitch. Fourteen metal bands made the torso, multiple heavy black screws on each one. His left arm was made of three thick flexible poles that ended in Tallon-like points. His legs seemed to be human, but they were soldered to the pathetic attempt of a metal pelvis, making his waist point outwards. His pants were crimson.

The thing looked at Rusty, deeply into his soul. Rusty, observing the thing, barely tried to process the room they were in. But the table was mahogany.

“What… are you?”

“Two hundred and thirteen years.”

“Excuse me?”

“Two hundred and thirteen years.” The thing repeated, it's voice like nails on a chalkboard.

There was a brief silence.

“My great grandfather was a brilliant man, an intelligent man, one who saw the errors in his father's ways. His father's barbaric ways.”

Silence once more.

“He made an empire from his–” the thing turned, its three prongs scraping the table. “--His excellence.” The thing stood looking off into the right wall.

It looked at Rusty.

“He's why we know so much about you. That thing you have. Your ability.”

“...”

“He's why we will change the world. You are how we will do it.”

“Do what?”

“Undo everything you have done.”

It lumbered off out of the room, closing the doors behind him.

Rusty at that moment realized he had no constraints, nothing to hold him down. He looked at his hands, his purple veins faintly glowing. He looked up and finally saw the room.

It was full of windows, the walls to the front, left and back of him at least. Outside the sky was a very dark blue, snow faintly flowing down, some flakes stopping and laying on the metal windowsill. At that point Rusty had begun to truly feel the temperature, his red jumpsuit did nothing to try conducting warmth. Rusty’s bear feet touched the floor, and walked to the window.

And quicker than Rusty could think, footsteps patterned behind him and three large cold prongs locked onto his scalp, and smashed his head through the glass. As the blood of the shards stuck in his face started to pour and freeze as soon as the cold outside touched the wounds, he barely heard the things voice over the snow.

“You are a tool.” The voice uttered, snatching Rusty back and the prongs letting go, Rusty flew and the back of his head smashed into the wall.

With the same monotone robotic voice the thing said “You are a tool. I am Danison. You are below me, the dirt, the feces that cultivate it and the worms that feast on it.”

Part 13: The Universal Bodies

Rusty laid at the wall, but he somehow lifted himself up and asked, “What are you?”

“I am a man.”

“No… you're no man. You're a devil. Not even one of flesh, just a metal husk.”

The thing advanced towards Rusty and lifted him.

“I'm the evolution of man.” It dropped Rusty back onto the ground.

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“You'll never know where it is.”

“What? Oh. You think we are that dull?” Danison let out a rustic laugh “We had the gem as soon as you left the beast's shack.”

“Why? Why do you want it?”

“‘Why?’ Don't you know?”

“...”

“You would need to know right?” He said.

“...No.” Rusty said in response.

“But- hm. Alright. I'll speak, as you don't know how to use it. That crystal is what keeps our universe intact. It is the gem of Time.”

“But… where'd it come from?”

“It came from a place called ‘The Library’. An infinite archive of artifacts that represent every possible concept in the universe. You, you are the top of Omega.”

“What?”

“Danison has categories for the objects we have in this world. Beta, Alpha and Omega. Time and Space are the pinnacle of these powers, all of them.”

“How do they work?”

“I won't tell it all. But you won't know.”

“You tell me I'm one of the best, and you think you're still gonna kill me?”

“Yes. You may be the peak, but you're a child. A misfortunate child.”

Rusty looked at the back of the cyborg as he started to fully understand the situation he was in. He finally knew the secret of the gem, where it came from, and he became enthused with the idea, infinite power and all, so he asked “And how will you get there? The Library?”

“It's a process, Rusty, a long hard process that has begun to stop because of your presence, the gem in the key, the key to everything. You are the key, Rusty.”

“What killed your great grandfather's father?”

“Magma. His wife wrote that she heard his screams, his cries for help.” The thing balled its prongs like a fist.

He turned back to Rusty and his eyes squinted resentfully.

“You should be going back now, hypothermia isnt needed for our prime subject.” It said before a strange smelling cloth was put in front of Rustys face, and he passed out.

Part 14: The Top of Omega. (SEASON ONE FINALLY)

Rusty looked at the wall to his right, the door was open.

Rusty got up, and ran out the door, but freedom wasn't on the outside, a giant circular amalgamation of circuitry and metalwork sat. Rusty tilted his head, confused, but he heard a voice from behind himself. That rustic voice.

“You are the key. The key to infinite wisdom and power, the key to Godhood. My father, my fathers father and generations before have waited for this. And there's nothing you can do to stop me. Not *this* you at least.”

“...”

“What? What's wrong? Oh. I know. You want X-26.”

Rusty stood still, paralyzed. He looked it in its eyes and clenched his fist.

“Where is he?”

The thing grunted and Conan was wheeled into the room.

Conan was barely breathing, his face so heavily bruised that you couldn't tell it was a man. His head was shaven and stained red. With his one good eye, he looked down at Rusty.

Rusty, looking Coanan in the eye, began hyperventilating, with each short inhale his veins glowed more and more until he radiated with pure energy. Lightning sparked the room, from wall to wall were hundreds of bolts bouncing, and Danison stood, watching unfazed.

It began to chuckle, a horrible smoker-sound.

“Finally…”

“I'm going to bury you, demon.”

“I’d like to see you try.” The thing walked towards Rusty as he said it, the lightning bouncing off of him.

He moved his flesh arm up with one finger, and a giant metal rod emerged with a strange rumbling from the ground beneath Rusty, and a spark of electricity moved up the pole as fast as hinds hooves.

Rusty swiftly turned back to see a swirling portal of cosmic energy, swirling with a color unknown to man. Rusty, realizing what had happened fueled his rage, and his hair turned from black to purple as it sparked up. Rustys head turned to where Danison was, but he was gone in an instant, and from behind Rusty heard “No.” before Danison launched another pole from the ground, but Rusty evaded it. In a burst of light that blinded Danison.

As it happened, a troop of guards rushed the room, but ambushed by the pure energy Rusty emerged were sent flying back, their skulls smashing against the hard metal wall.

Rusty bolted at Danison, holding two giant spears of lightning, and impaled Danison, kicking him off the weapons.

“I apologize, but that will never work, you see, my power is metal manipulation.”

Danison put his flesh arm over the holes left by the spears and bent the steel back into place.

Rusty's hair glowed more with each pump from his heart. He opened his mouth, his teeth gritted together in disdain. They had grown sharp, and Rusty's arms had grown slightly robust.

“HMPH” Was the gutteral noise Rusty let out as he ran at Danison like a caveman, jumping up farther than any human could, his fists mounted over his head, ready to pound down and bludgeon the things jar in. but before he could, two poles fired from the floor impaling Rusty from behind.

Rusty screeched a terrible scream, a gutteral noise from the gates of hell itself.

Danison stood up and walked past the flailing beast Rusty, with a pure disdain for the beast that failed before him.

“A misfortunate child.”

The beast in a flash of thunder teleported in front of Danison, with his bare hands he pulled the rods out and blood flared and splashed like a waterfall. He held them like weapons.

“But… they were coated in lead?”

“HMPH.” Rusty threw one of the rods like a spear, his lightning transferred onto it and let it expand, cutting Danisons arm off. He screamed.

“How?”

“HMPH.” Rusty ran at Danison, only for another metal rod to pierce him, this time through the middle of his chest.

The last thing Rusty remembered was looking into the eyes of Danison and thinking to himself, “You will die, demon.”

“Rusty, such a foolish boy.. They’ll just reattach my arm. But, I guess this is goodbye, we’ll find a new host for Times gem, you are not suitable-” Danison lifted his robotic arm and said “-Goodbye, Rouillé.” A metal rod of gold sliced its way from the ground, but before it could crack Rustys skull, Conan jumped in front of the pole, and his head split in half as red stuff came out.

Rusty’s head abandoned the caveman-like mentality coming back to a civilized state of mind, and he yelled “CONAN!!!!” as a bright flash of purple electricity whisked him away.

Rusty fell from the sky, onto a hot red desert floor. He looked around and saw none of the technology that once surrounded him, but he saw a worn out old house with three horses in a pen tied up to a post.

Rusty had reverted back to his normal form, his clothes too tattered and stretched from his savage form to wear.

An older man, probably fourty five or sixty ran out the barn because of the sound, he held a shotgun. He had faded blue overalls and a dark orange shirt underneath.

Rusty was squinting to see these details, and he saw the farmer hop on his horse and ride towards Rusty.

“Who are you?” The man had a country accent.

“I- I- I'm…” Rusty blacked out, giving to his injuries.

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