Rock had been over at Roll’s when the announcement broke out, the promise of some grand revolution borne of anarchy and destruction, and the first-ever on his part witnessing of one of the enigmatic masters of the island making a public request for help.
He could see her, in the distance, from where he was: the quiet, friendly android who’d granted him a gift during the holidays, seeming so gentle despite her stoic outlook...now a crimson-eyed harbinger of destruction.
The slow, unhalted advance of the cruel blood-red stare surrounded by an unleashed bedlam as the forces of nature twisted and contorted was a sight all-too familiar.
Rock watched on, seeing as bystanders dove for cover, were blown away by hurricane winds, others beginning to riot in a desperate means to appease this so-called NULL and spare themselves the corrupted android’s passionless wrath.
After some moments, the expression on his face begins to shift, to turn; what was once openly-worn worry and concern slowly gave way, a fearsome determination taking hold.
It was something Rock had known all his life. By nature, he was docile, one might even say too soft and he wouldn’t be rightly at odds to disagree. But it was in circumstances such as these that something crept up from inside of him, an unquenchable drive to protect the guiltless from needless suffering.
He didn’t have a name for that feeling before -- but ever since the penny dropped of who --of what-- he really was, that had changed.
Silently taking his helmet under his arm, Rock approached the door of his girlbest friend’s apartment, hand moving to grasp the door handle that would lead him out into the fray and chaos.
“...Roll -- Stay inside.” He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to steel his nerves. “I’ll be back soon.”
