Oct 7, 2015
Vile is attempting to serenade Alia. Unfortunately, he's a dumbass, and went to the wrong damn window. Enjoy, X.
It’s okay, Vile.
X will send you home first-class flight, with no fee nor tax.
On the Charge Shot Express.
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Vile is attempting to serenade Alia. Unfortunately, he's a dumbass, and went to the wrong damn window. Enjoy, X.
It’s okay, Vile.
X will send you home first-class flight, with no fee nor tax.
On the Charge Shot Express.
onevilemaverick replied to your post.
“Fat chance. I hate your guts, X.”
“I had no choice, dammit--”
onevilemaverick replied to your post.
YES
( oMG THANK )
Moved ( onevilemaverick )
“..Vava? Hmm. Well, I suppose that’s better than being sided with Dr. Light.” He said, seeming to relax a bit. “And I? I am DWN-Infinity, otherwise known as Zero.”
"Hey, kiddo! Guess who has 35 weapons, two thumbs, one eye, and is willing to help?!"
Rock could only grin more at Vile’s words; oh, now this he could get behind. “Sounds like everyone’s favorite former Maverick is here to help.”
onevilemaverick replied to your post “"Is another alternate of me stirring up shit AGAIN?"”
"Noted. So should I rip him a new asshole or do you have this under control?"
“I.... am not sure if I have it under control. I’ve redirected him to another target. Combat-capable. But I hope they can hold out. Or if Vile can find new target in the first place.” “If that other Vile does come back here to cause trouble then yes, you can rip him a new one.”
"Is another alternate of me stirring up shit AGAIN?"
Oh, it’s the good Vile. Drunk, but he didn’t go on a mayhem. And took care of a Munna too.“Yes. He is. Um, I suggest that you don’t paint yourself green. Folks might confuse you for him.”
✂ (I'm ready to go to hell)
He tore the helm off the other’s face, fingers gouging into the chest SEARCHING for the core. Purple armor flung this and that whilst wires tore apart and metals strained as they were pulled. Electrical sparks flung across the way while oil and other liquids poured out of the wounds that had been inflicted upon the other. The other still lived, wheezing and attempting to to wail and scream for mercy all while Zero tore him open like prey.
He had waited so long to do this.
It was brutal, the execution seemed more like a murder as oiled covered hands grasped the core and tugged on it. His system although begged for Zero to killed Vile, the urge to kill growing more and more as he tugged and pulled all the while keeping the MURDER alive. He had promised so long ago that he would be somewhat merciful in this death and yet he could not. The rage, the pain, that BETRAYAL was so fresh in Zero’s mind that he could not help but make the other suffer for all that was done to him. He needed the other to suffer for everything that the other did, even if it meant for Zero to resist that urge to kill.
“This is for all those innocents you killed,” and the Reploid then snapped a wire that Zero KNEW would not kill Vile. No, it would just hurt, it would just send hundreds upon thousands of signals to Vile’s system that signaled PAIN. God did the Hunter hope that Vile didn’t override anything so this death was more bearable. “This is for hurting X,” and another wire was clipped to send more pain flooding through Vile’s systems. It was cruel, it was a death worse than death. He couldn’t stop himself, the emotions began flooding more and more into himself like a dam that was broken apart. Anger turned to despair, if it were possible tears might have begun to lick at the edges of his eyes. I hate you! I hate you! I hate y–
“This is for BETRAYING me!” And all at once the Reploid crushed the other’s core. The light dimmed from the core, its pulses becoming slowed and dull till none rushed through the blue thing. The pain was gone, the body that Zero had been hovering over became nothing but a lifeless husk (but was he not already a husk?). It was done, the ghosts of his past shall forever haunt him only in spirit, but never again would they in reality. Vile was finally free, while Zero would sit here with clipped wings.
Was this regret? No, he wanted this. Didn’t he?