Darkmenwar787

“Oh my! If it isn’t you!” Sitting across the dimly lit club a figure claps once to applaud the show they just witnessed. Littered all around the floor were several armed patrons and staff. Some groan in pain while clutching whatever was broken, bruised, or dislocated while others weren’t conscious they were still in fact breathing. Standing over them was that man with robotic arms with the little girl who had the clawed hand. He was breathing heavily trying to breathe in as little air as he could among the smog of lit cigars and various other smoking pipes. After such a fight with a few bruises himself, the pain was incredible, and it taught him how amateur he was at this. It wasn’t something for him to despair over as it was his second fight since he left home. Though not a single mark on the girl which both impressed and pained him to see. They walk right up to the table, pull out a couple of empty chairs and sit themselves down across from her. “Yes.” He releases a breath

A man bites down on a piece of cloth to brace himself for what was to come. He lowers the super-heated mechanical instrument used for fusing metal towards a black spot that had covered his knee, fusing itself onto him. They shot him with that substance before and removed it but with much more sophisticated equipment that would heat the strange liquid and not harm him. However he didn’t have such amazing equipment and had to work with what he had. Ironically such a tool would be separating metal from the flesh. The small but hot flame touches the black splotch and starts to slowly melt off but the pain of having such heat transfer to his skin made him stop. He bites down on the cloth and tries not to scream through it, as much as he’d like to. No, he couldn’t because there was a little girl sleeping in the room next door and he wasn’t sure if this place they now called home had thick or thin walls. He didn’t want to risk her waking up and seeing him like this, not after all the