@sangfear could have been so much more.
“ You were but a means to an end. I will say, though --- since you went through all the trouble of returning, I should give you... a show. ”
There were many a denizen to escort, and thus, the train took off, leaving Agent Three to their lonesome. With the facility falling dark shortly after, the skylight so kindly created by their entry shone brilliantly upon shattered pieces of kitchenware.
“ Oh --- and be careful not to trip over any parts of me that were not completely eradicated when you so violently fisted me. ”
A task much easier said than done, if one were to stand still, for that light leaves, guiding one's eye towards a lone monitor.
Perhaps it was once used to warn of oncoming trains.
Now, it is used to display the worry of a young adult, beckoning referees forth to check out fresh wound imprinted into a child's head.
“ Forgive me. You are still a means to an end. It is a matter of deciphering whose end, not what end --- for your life begins where Lilli Coste's ends. ”
It is the visual that fades first; the turf war match devoured by pixels "burning" away, leaving only the faint shape of a Killer Wail on the screen. In the distant dark, three other screens rouse to life, featuring the same image but with increased clarity.
The figure-less voice's tone distorts with a heavy drop, preceded so kindly by those familiar warning rings projected through each monitor.
“ Her birth, your rise, her deaTH, MY DEMISE. ALL SHARE ONE--- COMMON--- CALCULATION. ”
The rings freeze, as does the "rewind" of audio prepping to fire.
“ THEY WERE mathEmATICAL ERRORS. A MATHEMATICAL ERROR i am about to CORRECT. ”
And fire they do, all four wails --- and the shake of strewn boxes and glass indeed trembles amidst them.
