Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151213233536/@comment-3293219-20151214223629

New York City: Chinatown
Mother looked up. She had awaited patiently for the signal and still wore the earmufflers that were supposed to protect her from the psychotronic radiowaves. A large explosion had just taken the top from the Empire State Building clean off. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't in the plan. Had William failed her? Just outside her window she could hear her children wailing in despair in reaction to this failiure. They needed a leader to tell them what to do. Yet Chao-Xing was unable to provide them with anything. She just looked on as anarchy took over the streets of Chinatown. As her agents desperately tried to contain the rabid mob. Not knowing exactly how to respond and with no one to tell her what to do, she simply closed the window and went back to her old ming-patterned armchair and took up her cup of tea. The next thing that Mother heard was a series of gunshots, coming from the Chinese Assault Rifles that her personal bodyguards held. The rapid fire continued, though the direction completely changed, after a 'slashing' sound as one of them was cut down. More shots were fired but it did little to protect them as they were immediately ran through, judging from the wet crunching sound and dripping of blood that came after, that slowly seaped under the door. Mother was left for a moment, while the assailant rummaged through the pockets of the dead. There was a loud clunk and a light click before a loud bang as both doors flung open and her enemy revealed himself. Hamilton, now free from Psychotronic control, marched into the office and he didn't look like he had a 'live and let live' attitude. Mother looked dissapointed. Even though it was always quite hard to read her face now it was more than obvious in the body language. She had her porcelain cup to her lips but decided to bring it down again, as if the sight of Hamilton blocked out all desires. "Wasn't expecting you, Thongzi." She sighed. Surprisingly not feeling very threatened at all, despite the fact her world was almost literally burning down around her. "How do you take your tea?" She then asked, looking Hamilton straight in the eyes. "I don't take it at all..." The Wastelander said, bitterly as he started marching towards her, looking like he had hostile intentions. "Did you ever have it before?" She beckoned to the tray on which her saucer, a floral teapot and another cup stood. The latter probably having been meant for William. "I did once... It tasted like hot water." The Wastelander shrugged, shaking his head as he did so as he looked her up and down. "But I didn't come here for tea..." "Quite clearly not." She admitted after taking a small sip from her cup. "If I may ask, before you do anything rash... What did you do to William?" "The Android, Rook decided his fate..." Hamilton replied, narrowing his eyes. "After he quit the field..." The old woman raised her eyebrow in response, being skeptical of this 'insinuation'. "Are you implying he left his duty? Impossible. Thongzi are always resolute." "Not always..." Hamilton replied, giving a faint scoff. "It didn't even take that much convincing to get him to abandon his post..." "You lie." Mother said dismissively as she stood up, hunching forward on her cane, showing just how frail she was, physically. "No, you were just wrong... I even said it before..." Hamilton began, slowly raising his assault rifle. "No drug is a match for a clear mind pointed in the right direction and speaking of which, I have a surprise for you..." He uttered, poking her with the barrel of his assault rifle. "Now, move." "Is this really necessary?" Mother pleaded in an uncommitted manner. She simply remained standing there, resting on her cane. When neither of them talked, the only thing you could hear was the faint ticking of her chinese style carriage clock and on a larger scale the shooting and screaming of the insurgents outside. "Oh, it's beyond necessary..." Hamilton replied, giving her an intense glare. "It's time you saw how the other half live." "The other half?" Chao asked, not being one hundred percent with him on this. "You'll see... Now move before you see how I don't need any Psychowave technology to scramble a brain!" He growled, ramming his rifle into her back and lightly pushing her forward, keeping her frailty in mind. "Move!" The old woman gasped as the brute violently coerced her to advance. "It's a shame the machine didn't work on you, even after we ruffed you up... You would've been such a valuable asset." "Yeah, shame it takes a little more than a 'machine' to change my mind..." Hamilton uttered as he stepped out of the shambolic doors, stepping over the corpses of her bodyguards as they made their way. She didn't seem horrified by the dead men at her feet. Mother Chao-xing looked more taken aback by what was happening around her in the streets: Pure anarchy. People could be seen looting the food warehouse, where there was normally a neat line to wait there was now a mob of armed citizens fighting over the remaining supplies. Fires had been started seemingly for no reason other than chaos, more dead across the street. The old lady remained silent when she was confronted with the heart of man at the darkest hour. Her Hobbesian philisophy had come true and the measures she was so sure about, had failed her. Hamilton on the other hand revelled in their surroundings, this was his ideal world, one with no boundries to hold back those who deserved more. Those people being the ones that could carry more and were able to defend it. He didn't believe in lines or keeping everyone in an orderly fashion, though true Chaos wasn't exactly his goal it was more acceptible than a world ran by brainwashed fools... He broke away from the sight before his eyes as he noticed a familiar house, the place where he had been forcebly dragged into a few days ago and tortured to the point that his entire being was taken from him. He decided that this would be a fitting place to end Mother Chao-Xing, like Victor Frankenstein, she would have to face the monster that she created. "Over there, move." He ordered, speaking a little softer now but loud enough to be heard over the rioting. "Don't you wish to be a part of something greater?" Mother asked him, realizing perfectly well what was happening. In the back of her mind she felt betrayed as well. She was their leader! And nobody had come to save her from Hamilton yet. Absolutely nobody came. Nobody cared. "I'll decide for myself what I consider to be 'something greater' and I don't consider being a mindless zombie to an idealistic way of thinking to be 'great' by any sense of the word." He replied, spitting off to the right as they approached the front door, he gestured for her to open it. "I won't go in there. You can't make me!" She protested. Her stern facade showing slight cracks this time. Hamilton shook his head, ramming the butt of his gun into her back, though he obviously held back a great deal, so that he wouldn't hurt her too badly. It was merely a light tap in comparison to what he was truly capable of. "Don't fuck with me, bitch or I'll feed you to your own savage scum citizens!" "Ahh!" She gasped when she lost her balance and fell to the floor, lying with one side of her face in a puddle of rainwater that had collected inbetween the cobblestones. She looked up at Hamilton and squinted when the frankly beautiful early noon sun shone ,beyond his menacing dark silhouette, into her eyes. "Has anyone ever told you what a dispicable human being you are?" She spat. "Go ahead... Take me to my people! I will make them see reason, and then your fate will be sealed." "No... Nobody has every said that about me, few even refer to me as a human being at all." The Slaver said, without even dignifying her request, with a response. He marched towards the building and kicked the door open, bending down to grab hold of her arm as he proceeeded to drag her along the hallway. "Let go of me!" The frail woman protested to no avail. Feeling her knees grate against the floor. Hamilton said nothing as he made his way over to the destination that he had in mind, caring little for the old lady's pleas and struggles, if anything, they were but a minor annoyance. He dragged her up to a familiar set of doors, sort of diverting towards them as he extended his arm. It would seem that his intended destination was indeed the Psychowave Machine... "You're making a big mistake" She seethed. "My will CANNOT be broken!" "Heh... Can you say the same for your skull?" Hamilton asked, dragging her up by her arm, to her feet as he shoved her into the chair and got to work on her restraints. She could scratch his face with her sharp nails as he was busy trying to get her limbs locked in the leather manacles. Hamilton ensured that he strapped her arms down first, starting with the left one, she could try it but he'd probably just break her pencil-like wrist to ensure that she couldn't, so he wasn't afraid of her doing so. The Slaver secured her left arm and moved onto her left one... "You were free! You could've just left and never looked back! You didn't know Chinatown was falling apart, if anything you could've walked straight into your own death! Why did you come back?!" She screamed and stomped with all her might, still trying to stop Hamilton from strapping her in. Hamilton snatched her ankle, being careful not to get kicked in the face as he strapped her shins down. "I never like to leave things unfinished..." He replied, tightening the straps as he slowly rose to his feet and wandered over to the control pannel. " That's why I'm going home..." He uttered as an after thought. "Home?" She asked with big eyes for once, the sheer panic now visible. Hamilton paused as he began to flick a few switches, he didn't really know what they did but now was a good a time as any to experiment, just move everything up to maximum... "DC... The Slave Trade Capital of America... Well, not counting the Pitt..." He replied, snapping some more switches and turning a few dials. "And I'll come home with quite a prize, once I ransack this shit hole and find the plans to this thing." "They're the Enclave's, we don't have them." She replied with a strained look in her face, clearly the machine was doing something. "A pity... Don't worry though, I can replocate it quite easily..." He shrugged, flicking another switch. "So... How does it feel? As good as you imagined?" She simply shook her head, not wanting to give him the pleasure. "Hmm... Seems I'm holding something back." He sighed, cranking it up a little more. "Don't! It has to be gradual. Otherw-" She stopped talking as a spike hit her head. It was as if something was drilling through her skull with a pneumatic drill. "Sorry? I didn't hear you." Hamilton replied, cranking it up even further, with a knowing smirk. "The... Not Meant... To... Be... This... High..." She said trying to shake the drilling off, but alas, she couldn't. "Well, you know what they say about rules..." Hamilton shrugged, flicking a few more switches and turning a few more cranks, though he was starting to run out of things that he could push to maximum capacity. "They were meant to be broken..." "aaahhh" Chao-Xing cried, tears now running from her eyes, but they were not salty watery tears no, they were bloody red. "please... sssssstop...." She tried to beg for one last time. Hamilton remained silent as he wrapped his fingers around the last of the dials, he glared at her, unsympathetically as the pulsating lights flickered in his eyes. "No..." With that, he threw everything that the machine had to offer at her and watched with a keen interest. Her head started to shake, as if it needed to release an ungodly amount of energy but had no real way to do so. Her eyes now had streams of red running from them, and so did her nose. The revolting sound of her choking on her own blood gurgled from her mouth along with some thick saliva smelling faintly acidic. Her head just couldn't take it. It needed a release. What seemed like tumors started to rapidly grow from her skull. Pulsating gradually but steadily until finally, inadvertedly, her head was blown to bits in a sickening display of entrails flying everywhere. Her head had had split to the teeth. And her body now sat in the chair, completely motionless. The walls were plastered with red and now that the machine died down only the sound of blood dripping from the ceiling could be heard. Hamilton continued to stare at the specticle, not even he had predicted something that impressive. He was a little shocked, truth be told... The Wastelander wiped some of the old hag's grey matter off of his shoes, not wanting them to be soiled before he began his journey. Deciding to leave it at that, Hamilton turned back to the doorway and began his first steps towards leaving this compound behind him and heading back home. As his bloody boots smashed into the base of the door, Hamilton stepped out, into the warzone that used to be China Town. Kneeling down to pick up a neckerchief from a corpse, which he used to cover his mouth and protect himself from the smog caused by the many fumes being emited by the weaponry around him. It would seem that the rioters were avoiding him like some sort of plague or ill omen, to be fair, nothing painted head to toe in blood, skull fragments, brains, bile and entrails could really be considered to be a 'good omen.' The Slaver stepped out, without any hesitation, no fear of being shot as he made his way over to the trap door, where he had entered the last time he came here. New York City was as it should be, free and balanced once more. It was time to check on DC, to find out as to whether or not it had remained that way...