Mic Turns On
"Run"
GoPro Turns On
"RUN"
"Someone get that H.A.T.T!"
"I'm not a H.A.T.T!"
"This has been happening for months now, running around Lyon, trying to get round the H.A.T.T.E's watchful eye to freedom and home, or America, home is kind of a dump."
"Alright you're cornered, no way out!"
Khrome lifts the ground in front of him into a second wall and uses his hockey stick and the symbiote as a lift to the top of the building to my left.
"Good Job Man" Khrome says. "Me no need your approval human, but it is appreciated. Also no call me man." The symbiote replies. The Go pro was turned off. "Well, your highness, I'm sorry, I'll go back to douche!" Khrome told him. "I call you brother of murderer!" He retorted "SHUT UP!" Khrome wasn't happy and the symbiote could tell. "YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHY HE DOES WHAT HE DOES, YOU KNOW HE HAS NO CONTROL!"
Khrome was sweating and the symbiote was backed into a corner wheezing and crying. "Me not know! Me only remember when on you! You know that human!" Khrome apologised and bonded with symbiote to show him, again.
YOU ARE READING
Khrome
Science FictionAll I remember was the heat and both the lack and presence of great pain. I'm unbreakable, but happiness is a broken tool I search for. If I die, I won't care, I just know I died trying.
