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READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING Some of the images described in this chapter contain violence, gore and 'unaliving', please do not read this chapter if you are sensitive to either of the topics mentioned, thank you. |
“What the hell is wrong with me....? Why am I thinking of Makoto like this....?” Asami muttered as she laid in bed with her hands on her ears. “I must've looked so stupid...ugh..”
After she got home from the day Makoto reassured her, she ran to her room and slammed the door. Shortly after, Asami collapsed into bed after pacing with doubtful thoughts about herself. The sound of her collapsing had her mother worried, to which she called out, only to be responded with a “I'm fine.”
“We've been friends for so long now...why am I feeling like this now?...” Asami said to herself as she curled up into a ball, clutching her pillow against her mouth. Her mind started to drift away from questioning it to memories of being with Makoto. At this, she slowly unclutched her pillow, calming her mind to draw one obvious conclusion.
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“I-I’m in love with him....” |
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During one of the days Yamamoto took the day off to recuperate his success with Project PeaceMaker, the PeaceMaker decided to observe human interactions within the facility. Making its way up the many stairs and hallways to reach the main research area, it became apparent that they weren’t intended for something of the PeaceMaker’s size to easily navigate through. Just a few flights of stairs away from reaching the main area, one of the lower ranked analysts was walking down the stairs.
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“Oh- PeaceMaker, I was just about to head downstairs to come and bring you up.” “What for, exactly?” “For the presentation with Government Officials.” “Very well.” |
As the two walked together to the main area the PeaceMaker having to crouch down most hallways the analyst was focused on the sheer size of the PeaceMaker
“This thing is so huge- I knew it was pretty big from the observation deck, but up close, it's way bigger than it seemed.”
Finally, they had made it to the main area where a team of both elite military soldiers and a heavily armored truck were waiting for PeaceMaker’s arrival. Upon seeing the elite military soldiers, the PeaceMaker questioned their presence.
“This thing is so huge- I knew it was pretty big from the observation deck, but up close, it's way bigger than it seemed.”
Finally, they had made it to the main area where a team of both elite military soldiers and a heavily armored truck were waiting for PeaceMaker’s arrival. Upon seeing the elite military soldiers, the PeaceMaker questioned their presence.
“Why are these soldiers here? Are they afraid of what I can do?”
“Well, they’re here to ensure our safe transport.”
“Very Well.”
“Well, they’re here to ensure our safe transport.”
“Very Well.”
After getting in the armored truck, 4 of the elite soldiers sat near the PeaceMaker, with the PeaceMaker being in the center of the cargo area in the truck. The space was dimly lit, with one of the few lights lighting the inside being the sunlight from the small barred windows made from tempered glass and the faint yellow fluorescent lights coming from the PeaceMakers eyes. After a while, they had arrived at their destination, that is, inside another warehouse-like building. After getting out, they then again went through a series of corridors and stairs in order to reach the presentation room. In the presentation room was a large half circular courtroom-like structure, where most of Japan’s Officials sat in one large section, raised over the whole room’s main height. The door in which the PeaceMaker and the elite soldiers walked through was one where it opened towards the centermost part of the room, a long walkway towards the center of the room, which was a small circular podium. The other people that were part of the press, watched in shock and awe as this machine walked towards the centermost part of the room. The metallic thuds of its footsteps alone showed just how large it was compared to the average human. Once the PeaceMaker reached the top of the center of the room, it did not even have to look up at the Officials to converse with them.
“So, this is the ‘PeaceMaker’ we’ve been promised, is it?” Said the Attorney General, “All these years and this is the only one that’s been made?”
The lower rank analyst, who volunteered to speak on behave of the research facility officials replied “Yes. Unfortunately, the project was believed to be and I quote “a highly experimental test.” Yet, Yamamoto, the head and one of the only people who-”
“Enough. We wanted only info on the project.” Said the vice president of Japan. “It has become apparent that your research ‘facility’ has been lacking in its production of successful assets necessary to protect this country. However, according to the evidence of the tests you have given this ‘PeaceMaker’, it is, admittedly, safe to assume that this project shows true potential in being a useful asset for aid.”
During this discussion, the PeaceMaker thought to itself, with the open mind of human interactions, “They have no reason to fear me or doubt me. Yet they still do, they appear upset at the fact that I am the only one of my kind to exist but it is their fault that only I exist.”
“With that being said, the officials of the state have agreed to admit production of this unit to be deployed, if the circumstance dire, immediately.”
“They all doubt me. These...humans...I see now, Yamamoto, this is what you meant, when humans fight for basic needs.” The PeaceMaker continued to think. “I won’t help them fight for basic needs...”
The lower rank analyst, who volunteered to speak on behave of the research facility officials replied “Yes. Unfortunately, the project was believed to be and I quote “a highly experimental test.” Yet, Yamamoto, the head and one of the only people who-”
“Enough. We wanted only info on the project.” Said the vice president of Japan. “It has become apparent that your research ‘facility’ has been lacking in its production of successful assets necessary to protect this country. However, according to the evidence of the tests you have given this ‘PeaceMaker’, it is, admittedly, safe to assume that this project shows true potential in being a useful asset for aid.”
During this discussion, the PeaceMaker thought to itself, with the open mind of human interactions, “They have no reason to fear me or doubt me. Yet they still do, they appear upset at the fact that I am the only one of my kind to exist but it is their fault that only I exist.”
“With that being said, the officials of the state have agreed to admit production of this unit to be deployed, if the circumstance dire, immediately.”
“They all doubt me. These...humans...I see now, Yamamoto, this is what you meant, when humans fight for basic needs.” The PeaceMaker continued to think. “I won’t help them fight for basic needs...”
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“They should die for their arrogance.” |
“Well, Mr. President?” The vice president said as he turned over to cue the president to shake the PeaceMaker’s hand in agreement. Looking up towards the President’s hand, the PeaceMaker raised its hand to shake it, the press getting ready to stand and capture this moment in history. The anticipation of this day being forever remembered in history, every eye captivated and every heart beating ever so fast, blood rushing towards the instinct of spontaneous movement. Grabbing the President’s had the room filled with light from flashed of cameras, applause and cheers erupted from the press.
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Yet the PeaceMaker had not let go. A scream erupted from the President’s mouth. |
With one swift yank of the PeaceMaker’s arm, the president’s arm came completely off. With the other hand, the PeaceMaker grabbed a hold of the President’s neck and repetitively lifted him and slam his head on the wooden pedestal the President once sat in, indenting the pedestal in the process. The room filled with panic and the flashes of cameras were exchanged with the flashes of rifles going off, taking the PeaceMaker’s attention away from the President. With only the President in hand, the PeaceMaker threw him at one of the elite soldiers before quickly rushing in towards another. Tearing off the soldier’s arm, it grabbed the knife from the sheath attached to the soldier’s calf from the uniform. With that same knife, the PeaceMaker slashed the soldier’s throat, not completely cutting through but slashing only the jugular vein. The PeaceMaker went on with murdering the other elite soldiers before moving onto the rest of the people, with it not equipped with a rifle and a knife on opposite hands. With rapid succession, it went through each of the rooms in the building they were in, hunting down each person until there were none left. The PeaceMaker planned it this way in order that the outside world would not find out about this, for a while at least. Each person was killed in different manners, whether by decapitation, blood loss or blunt force trauma, every last person in that building left there, but from the hand of death from the one called ‘PeaceMaker’.
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“How do I confess my love, though, it's not like I can blurt it out or so obviously show it to him. I’m not super affectionate like that....” Asami thought to herself as she paced around her room. Then suddenly, she stopped. “I wonder how he feels about it....”
Later that night, Makoto lied on his bed, with the same thought
since this morning: “I really love her..." That same thought replayed in his voice each minute since that indirect confrontation with Kiyoshi. It turned into a tone of a flustered realization to a blissful, dreamy tone. Makoto is truly in love. Soon enough though, his dreamy thinking came to a stop when he realized “Wait, how do I even confess it?” Now his thoughts came to a manner of determined logical outcomes. “Well, it is almost that season of love, I could..or I could, then....” This went on for a while, until his eyes caught the neon green ‘12:00am’ on his clock. “SHI- I GOTTA GO TO SLEEP!” But nonetheless, he hardly got any.
Things went back to normal, mostly. In the morning, as usual, Asami came over to Makoto’s house but her previous violent attempts to wake him up, she admired the calm look on his face before snapping out of it and putting his alarm clock next to his ear, setting the alarm to the next minute.
BRR-BRR BRR-BRR!!
“AH-” Makoto shouted as he shot up in his bed, his heart skipping a few beats. “What the hell? How’d my alar- A-Asami! I um, didn’t see you there..” Makoto said as he looked over to his clock to see it was still early in the morning, about a quarter to 7. “Huh? Why’d you come over here so early?” Makoto said as he covered his mouth with his hand from his yawn. At this point, Asami hadn’t said anything, to which Makoto took notice. “Hey, are you okay? You’re a little quieter than usual.” At this question, Asami turned away flustered as she mustered the courage to explain. “Well, I got here early because I was wondering if you wanted to make lunch or something dumb like that.”
Makoto smiled to himself as he got up from bed and stretched his body upwards, almost touching the ceiling. “Yep, let me just brush my teeth first.” As he walked to the bathroom, his heart felt warm inside as he smiled to himself. He was awake at this point, but still dreaming about Asami.
There were plenty of times where Makoto would make lunches for him and Asami, it was a little before the last year in junior high where he got the idea to make them. They weren’t the fanciest meals exactly, but they were well-seasoned and satisfying, both to make and eat. After Makoto finished brushing his teeth, he made his way to the kitchen and put up his hair and tied his apron to his back. As he started to heat up the wok pan, Asami offered to help, to which Makoto agreed, hiding his happiness to the request. They went on with their day as usual, heading out to school, spending lunch together eating the meal they cooked together, slowly showing more and more subtle signs of love.
Later that night, Makoto lied on his bed, with the same thought
since this morning: “I really love her..." That same thought replayed in his voice each minute since that indirect confrontation with Kiyoshi. It turned into a tone of a flustered realization to a blissful, dreamy tone. Makoto is truly in love. Soon enough though, his dreamy thinking came to a stop when he realized “Wait, how do I even confess it?” Now his thoughts came to a manner of determined logical outcomes. “Well, it is almost that season of love, I could..or I could, then....” This went on for a while, until his eyes caught the neon green ‘12:00am’ on his clock. “SHI- I GOTTA GO TO SLEEP!” But nonetheless, he hardly got any.
Things went back to normal, mostly. In the morning, as usual, Asami came over to Makoto’s house but her previous violent attempts to wake him up, she admired the calm look on his face before snapping out of it and putting his alarm clock next to his ear, setting the alarm to the next minute.
BRR-BRR BRR-BRR!!
“AH-” Makoto shouted as he shot up in his bed, his heart skipping a few beats. “What the hell? How’d my alar- A-Asami! I um, didn’t see you there..” Makoto said as he looked over to his clock to see it was still early in the morning, about a quarter to 7. “Huh? Why’d you come over here so early?” Makoto said as he covered his mouth with his hand from his yawn. At this point, Asami hadn’t said anything, to which Makoto took notice. “Hey, are you okay? You’re a little quieter than usual.” At this question, Asami turned away flustered as she mustered the courage to explain. “Well, I got here early because I was wondering if you wanted to make lunch or something dumb like that.”
Makoto smiled to himself as he got up from bed and stretched his body upwards, almost touching the ceiling. “Yep, let me just brush my teeth first.” As he walked to the bathroom, his heart felt warm inside as he smiled to himself. He was awake at this point, but still dreaming about Asami.
There were plenty of times where Makoto would make lunches for him and Asami, it was a little before the last year in junior high where he got the idea to make them. They weren’t the fanciest meals exactly, but they were well-seasoned and satisfying, both to make and eat. After Makoto finished brushing his teeth, he made his way to the kitchen and put up his hair and tied his apron to his back. As he started to heat up the wok pan, Asami offered to help, to which Makoto agreed, hiding his happiness to the request. They went on with their day as usual, heading out to school, spending lunch together eating the meal they cooked together, slowly showing more and more subtle signs of love.
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~Atticus Villanueva |
