I awoke to the sound of gears grinding. My mask creaked and snapped onto my head as I gained sight. I could not look around. I could only stare of what was ahead of me.
A hunched, bird-like man with a staff made of intricate metals stood there. He did not say a word; he only studied me.
"Clockwork," he said, his voice stiff, "who do you serve?" I did not think at all: "Lord Kane." I answered. It was like an instinct to say, and I could not control it. "Good, now who is your creator?" The bird-masked man asked. "Bishop." I answered once more, as an instinct.
The witch-doctor seemed rather pleased with himself, "Good. You shall accompany me to the throne room."
As Bishop turned away, I could suddenly feel my arms and legs. They were heavy, as they groaned every time I moved. I followed my creator protectively towards the great doors that lead to the throne room.
They swung open swiftly, as a cold chill filled my senses. I followed the hunched man into the throne room. He bowed at another masked clockwork on a throne laced with gold; I immediately bowed alongside Bishop.
Bishop turned to me, "You are here to guard Lord Kane," he paused, "nothing more." Bishop left gracefully. I walked closer to his Majesty and turned around, facing the direction Bishop left.
I could feel Kane's eyes piercing through the back of my head. "Clockwork, come here." I walked up the steps towards his throne and stared straight into his eyes. He stood up and examined me, "Bishop has gotten... more, 'experimental' with his creations, yes?" He asked me. I sat in complete silence.
"Your framework is more unique," He studied me, "so is your head." Immediately, he pulled off my mask as everything with blank.
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Bishop came running through the large doors and into the throne room. His pace had quickened immensely as he bowed, "Lord Kane..." Once Bishop had lifted his head, he had noticed the shutdown clockwork and Kane standing in front of it, examining its mask.
Kane turned, "You've been experimenting, I see," still fiddling with the clockwork's mask in his hands, he lifted his gaze to meet Bishop's. "Of course! There is never a time to stop... I might find a better solution."
"So making a feminine soldier is a better alternative, I suppose," Kane stared back at the mask, "I shall keep note of this." Bishop walked up the steps towards the throne, "Lord Kane, if I must protest!" Kane looked at Bishop sternly. "The feminine framework is a success," Kane loosened his tone at Bishop, interested. "This allows the soldier to move more freely. The brain and strength are all the same."
Bishop slowly walked up to the deactivated clockwork, "That is why it is assigned here." Kane turned towards him, "Interesting," he placed the mask back into the clockwork as its gears started to creak with life. "Is it better than a battle angel?" Kane asked. Bishop paused, deep in thought, "It is smarter, and more flexible... Battle angels are faster and deal more damage,"
Bishop faced the clockwork, and back at Kane: "They're even."
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Romance"Destroy it," the fearless leader demanded, "and let us hope its whole purpose will have died with it." Bishop tried his best to stop them from burning me. Little did I know, this was planned from the beginning that he laid his eyes on me. Now I am...
