Part XIII
The days have gone by in a march that simply has no time or reason. Mitzu-sama is now Mitsurugi the god! With my supreme control, he is impossible to hack into and with his power of life after death, I wouldn't be able to hack him anyway. We've been marching for 3 days straight, without sleep and those who die from exhaustion, he simply drops as his massive horde grows and he takes control of more people as we march and destroy all in our path.
I have a feeling that they've tried sending missiles our way, being that anyone who gets close to us gets enraptured, but missiles run on electronic guidance chips and Mitsurugi commands those too. It is worse than the Gulag in the USSR.
The sky is always black like a dust storm that simply surrounds our march of destruction. The only light is the fires that lap at the houses and skin of people who can't scream until they're already dead. Mitsurugi gets greater power with each bit of destruction like he feeds off the chaos and violence. Each pretty white picket fence that burns to the ground. Each chaotic berserker that starts destroying their own house from the inside out, until the ones who aren't trapped in the wreckage, mangled and torn, join the march and start destroying other buildings from the outside in.
I have not seen the American since New York. We have come to somewhere in Pennsylvania, I think, and I grow weary of watching Mitsurugi with no recourse. At the very least, I am a bishop to their pawn. Mitsurugi uses my speed and power to slaughter those who some how manage to resist. The other day, I put my fist through a man, causing his heart to come leaping through his spine. The American's tie with me is gone, his whimsical glee ripped from my soul like the jaws of life might remove a rib. In all this, one might think I would have gotten my taste for torture back but what I saw in front of me now, disgusted me. It was all me on this one. This wasn't just torture, this was genocide of the human race. In this moment, however, I realize what freedom is.
In Russia, I had freedom because I was a government built monster but that wasn't freedom. Here, I had freedom because I made enough to keep my apartment and I had no boss. That was freedom. How many of these poor суки had a complete prison of a routine before they became the puppet of Mitsurugi? How many of them missed the chance to live freely as I did before trading one prison for another? The chances were missiles had been sent to Mitsurugi's location because I had glimmers in my head like waking nightmares of other places on earth burning. In other places on earth I even saw those free men, women and children running through the streets bloodied, bruised, burning and dead.
In front of me, I learned pointless facts of life like how many pounds of pressure one needed to rip off a mans arm and beat him to death with it.
I look around me at the blackness and see people walking away as if they're free. All of a sudden, I realize the numbers don't add up. It's as if Mitsurugi's been letting people go but it's much more sinister than that. In my head I do the math and watch a mental video that has been locked away until this moment.
[Hello Mr. Sergei, My name is Hayao Mitsurugi and I am in command of your body and soul. I thank you for your talents and abilities and thank your friend and the many others on earth for theirs. Yes, there are others. The first death gave me access to the full range of abilities that our mutual device controls but the second death... Well this gave me access to everything. You can not imagine the way it feels to know each molecule and its genesis as they go on around you. you can not imagine the power to not only feel the heart beat of the world but the ability and desire to woo her as a lover. Look at the blue house on the corner]
I looked towards the corner of the street and saw a blue house that looked almost purple in the orange fire of its mail box. As if I was watching lightening form inside of a cloud, I saw tiny blue sparks begin to form in the air and in an instant, a raw pillar of fire came billowing out of the earth like a tectonic plate had just, instantaneously, exploded out of the earth. I felt the heat from where I was and fell to my knees in awe of his power. He had managed to learn to communicate with nature its self and harness it's horrors. From the looks of it. Nature was невероятно сердит.
[I will destroy this world for her. much of the globe burns already and through the ashes, she will rebuild.]
He ended his transmission but all of a sudden, I found myself marching towards a local airport to board a plane to Russia.
Now, I heard his voice in real time as if he spoke to me,
[I go with you everywhere. I can find you anywhere on the planet for she and I are one. We are all one. Do not regret, when this is over, our kind will be all that remains and the scourge of humanity will cease to exist. Go and cleanse your sins. Kill those who did this to you and convert those who you will to the implant. I will be with you always. Good luck, my son.]
The sky is always black like a dust storm that simply surrounds our march of destruction. The only light is the fires that lap at the houses and skin of people who can't scream until they're already dead. Mitsurugi gets greater power with each bit of destruction like he feeds off the chaos and violence. Each pretty white picket fence that burns to the ground. Each chaotic berserker that starts destroying their own house from the inside out, until the ones who aren't trapped in the wreckage, mangled and torn, join the march and start destroying other buildings from the outside in.
I have not seen the American since New York. We have come to somewhere in Pennsylvania, I think, and I grow weary of watching Mitsurugi with no recourse. At the very least, I am a bishop to their pawn. Mitsurugi uses my speed and power to slaughter those who some how manage to resist. The other day, I put my fist through a man, causing his heart to come leaping through his spine. The American's tie with me is gone, his whimsical glee ripped from my soul like the jaws of life might remove a rib. In all this, one might think I would have gotten my taste for torture back but what I saw in front of me now, disgusted me. It was all me on this one. This wasn't just torture, this was genocide of the human race. In this moment, however, I realize what freedom is.
In Russia, I had freedom because I was a government built monster but that wasn't freedom. Here, I had freedom because I made enough to keep my apartment and I had no boss. That was freedom. How many of these poor суки had a complete prison of a routine before they became the puppet of Mitsurugi? How many of them missed the chance to live freely as I did before trading one prison for another? The chances were missiles had been sent to Mitsurugi's location because I had glimmers in my head like waking nightmares of other places on earth burning. In other places on earth I even saw those free men, women and children running through the streets bloodied, bruised, burning and dead.
In front of me, I learned pointless facts of life like how many pounds of pressure one needed to rip off a mans arm and beat him to death with it.
I look around me at the blackness and see people walking away as if they're free. All of a sudden, I realize the numbers don't add up. It's as if Mitsurugi's been letting people go but it's much more sinister than that. In my head I do the math and watch a mental video that has been locked away until this moment.
[Hello Mr. Sergei, My name is Hayao Mitsurugi and I am in command of your body and soul. I thank you for your talents and abilities and thank your friend and the many others on earth for theirs. Yes, there are others. The first death gave me access to the full range of abilities that our mutual device controls but the second death... Well this gave me access to everything. You can not imagine the way it feels to know each molecule and its genesis as they go on around you. you can not imagine the power to not only feel the heart beat of the world but the ability and desire to woo her as a lover. Look at the blue house on the corner]
I looked towards the corner of the street and saw a blue house that looked almost purple in the orange fire of its mail box. As if I was watching lightening form inside of a cloud, I saw tiny blue sparks begin to form in the air and in an instant, a raw pillar of fire came billowing out of the earth like a tectonic plate had just, instantaneously, exploded out of the earth. I felt the heat from where I was and fell to my knees in awe of his power. He had managed to learn to communicate with nature its self and harness it's horrors. From the looks of it. Nature was невероятно сердит.
[I will destroy this world for her. much of the globe burns already and through the ashes, she will rebuild.]
He ended his transmission but all of a sudden, I found myself marching towards a local airport to board a plane to Russia.
Now, I heard his voice in real time as if he spoke to me,
[I go with you everywhere. I can find you anywhere on the planet for she and I are one. We are all one. Do not regret, when this is over, our kind will be all that remains and the scourge of humanity will cease to exist. Go and cleanse your sins. Kill those who did this to you and convert those who you will to the implant. I will be with you always. Good luck, my son.]
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