This was all that was left of the man who had caused so much pain. This dried up corpse, this pathetic use of skin, had done so much to so many; the price for all of that would have to be paid. “Get the fuck away from him!” Metal Girl screamed as she ripped through the double doors and entered the bedroom. The machine raised the left wrist gun and aimed it at Quincy’s age spot covered head. “One more step, and I put a bullet in his skull. I take it he’s still alive inside of this rotting corpse?” “Yes,” she answered, stopping in her tracks and moving her gaze back and forth between the man in the bed and the mechanized figure standing beside him. “Can he hear me?” She stopped for a moment and stared at nothing in particular before lowering her eyes back towards the two figures. “He said he can hear your voice, but he can’t detect your thoughts.
