The omnic stood before you, hands at his sides, fists clenched ready for a fight. yet you did not give it to him. Not at the offense of his statement at least.
"What is it you want from me."
He chuckled to himself, clearly frustrated with having his time wasted.
"The same thing I want from every human, to watch you suffer."
Closing your eyes you swallowed some harsh words, though, you weren't able to completely hold back. It was in your nature to retaliate, to fight until the very end.
"Than you are simple minded. You fit the stereotype that is set for you. Disappointing isn't it? Sentient and yet just as much similar when placed aside other models. R-700.. Hm that rings a bell. Yes, Your model was supposed to be the latest and greatest. But you are no fighting machine. You are not fit for war. You have no power, only the potential to throw around fancy words that sound pretty to the ears."
Each work struck with an undeniable amount of venom, one hit, two, and three. After finishing,it seemed as though he was at a breaking point.
"Humans have nothing to fear if you are what was supposed to destroy us."
Allowing your arms to fall at your sides you brushed your bangs from your eyes, looking to him unafraid as you could see a visible storm brewing beneath his servos and circuits.
"Powerless."
Again, you took a stop towards him. You wanted retaliation. A fight. A show of power, finally.
"You are nothing. R-7000..."
Finally, Something. Within seconds a second pair of arms appeared as if growing from his back, his eyes maintained that crimson glow, though, it was stronger than before. The wire like locks from his hair stood on edge as he glared down at you. The omnic was hulking in size still, now more than ever though. Finally, you realized, he was not a force to reckon with.
"You are nothing."
You spat, staring at him still. You did not back down, Instead, you stared at him with that same deadpan expression. Your eyes tempted him though, this you could tell. The way your body contrasted beneath the soft yellow glow of the street lights, your curves and the raw appeal of how... intoxicating you were. How tempting you could be. Though, it was befitting of you, a killer, just like him.
"will you fight back, will you proclaim victory. make me suffer as you had claimed."
Smiling now, your fangs showing once more baring themselves without shame as you felt now, more than ever, the authority you had mistaken yourself to have claimed over him. When, suddenly you thought you could see his face-plate shift into a smile, a sadistic one.
"Ah There it is. Those fangs from before."
He lunged, though it was really only a step between the two of you to close the distance. Once against you, he placed one of his four mechanic hands (the upper left from his back panel) beneath your chin. Slowly, he tilted your head ensuring that he had your complete and utter attention in this moment. You had no inclination of running, Though even if you wanted, His grip was unwavering. You were his. He now owned you.
"I do not fear you, or your words, Vixen. I see the games now, the ones you enjoy playing. You are indeed very tempting, but, a shame. To find i'm just like the others right? How oblivious of me to not have seen your desperation for a fight."
You watched as his eyes examined you now that you were closer, your skin, your eyes, every single inch of flesh that was plastered above skin and bone. He wanted all of it, but not in sincere way, no. He wanted to rip it off of you. To see you suffer and to make you watch as he devoured you whole.
"Perhaps... My want for coming here now is changed. Instead, it would be nothing more than my own personal pleasure to focus on you. Now, i feel that It would only be proper now to put you in your place."
The omnic released your chin in a motion almost as though he was tossing you away. He wanted to give you distance, an opportunity to see if you would cower, if you would run. But you did neither, you only stood. Showing to him that same deadpan expression. No longer were you tempting him. You would not be prey.
"Will you do nothing?"
You did not respond still, instead you only gave him the luxury of exchanging a single glance.
"Fine. I see now that i must make you fight back."
Quickly, He approached you again, without another thought you slowly began to back away, and this brought back his sinister smile.
"Yes... Run."
But now you couldn't.
With force he grabbed your wrists lifting them above your head.
"Release me!"
He did not respond, he only stared down at you, relishing in the beautiful expressions your face managed to contort itself into as he slowly lifted you off the ground by the wrists.
The pain from being reprimanded in the air was instrumental, it was in-deniable that, he did want you to suffer.
"Release me now!"
Kicking your feet now, obviously holding yourself back allowing him occasional glances at your fangs as you hissed in reaction to the pain eventually you decided that enough was enough.
"Sorry... were you speaking?"
His grasps tightened, the cold steal began to grow warm.
"Say it again Vulture."
You were threw feeding into him, and before he could react anymore your body dissipated away, de-materializing into smoke. Quickly the smoke traveled its way behind the giant creature and crawling up its back. After lingering for what was only a second, suddenly from the smoke, your body appeared, whole again, and wrapped around his large steel frame. Gripping him, Holding close as he now fought beneath in a desperate attempt to pry you away.
"Clever girl."
Smiling, even though he could not see it, she even managed a chuckle, ignoring the pain, turning it into her fuel. From the pain, Came an indescribable drive to see this hulking creature on its knees, To see it wrapped around her very finger.
"What will you do now?"
Snickering she scaled his back higher holding onto the base of his two excess arms.
"The only thing there is to do."
"And that would be?"
Suddenly his arms two excess arms twisted in an unusual fashion and lifted you by the neck of your shirt tearing you off of his back, this caused you to kick at him, a single kick in the middle of his mechanical 'spine' caused him to suddenly drop you to ground. And there you both were, kneeling on the ground at each others mercy, or at least for now.
Huffing you brushed your hair from your face and coughed having been winded from the sudden clash with the concrete.
"Why do you persist omnic."
He turned his head to face you, it was not particularly hostile.
"Because you dare to challenge me, To belittle me and to defile me. As though I am nothing more than metal scraps. In that way you are just like the others."
Shaking your head you fluttered your lashes and stood to your feet with poise. Dusting away the gravel and dirt that now tattered your velveteen dress you shook your head, disappointed at the damage.
"If i... am just like everyone else."
You paused huffing from all of the excitement of the previous unexpected clash with the hulking robot.
"Why do you persist even still."
This made him laugh, for some reason, it was funny to him. So much so that, he was unable to face you now, retracting his two arms, reverting to his normal form, he stood victorious, chuckling still among himself.
"What is so funny!"
You couldn't help but pout, to puff out your cheeks and stand like an upset child. Your fists clenched at your sides and your eyes wide holding a type of innocence to them.
It took him a moment to come down from his high, it was almost infectious his deep synthetic laughter.
"This."
He gestured towards you, pointing a finger.
"You are reason for laughter."
You stared at the robot and crossed your arms over your breasts again, cocking your head now. You were... confused?
"You stand with such vigor and yet deep down you are just a child searching for its next adventure. I was fooled, and rightly so. The way you dress well... yes, I believe it would certainly tempt anyone but, the way you act is so greatly contrasting."
He could barely speak still, unable to stop chuckling to himself, though eventually he did approach you. This made you stand at attention. Your arms were placing in front of you as though attempting to block any of his attempts at pursuing the previous fight once more.
"Stop that."
And you did, allowing your arms to fall at your side you huffed again and turned to avert your gaze and he placed a hand under your chin once more, tilting it to stare at his face-plate.
"You must choose your battles more carefully."
Using his other hand he lifted his cowl over his head and chuckled once more as he concealed himself. It was odd, that he was acting... fatherly.
"You have no authority over me."
He scoffed.
"Is that so?"
His grip on your chin was now firmer.
"Perhaps though if you knew just who I was, you would finally begin to cower."
Opening your eyes gently you looked at him, finally taking in the beauty of his intricate design. He certainly was different now that you had the ability to really focus on him. His purple and black colors mixed with the steely grays and the crimson of his eyes beneath his face-plate. It was hard not to become entranced by him.
"Can you tell me, girl. Why is it that you approached me. Cloaked in black putting on a masquerade."
Blinking, you were baffled by his new curiosity, and by the way his mechanical voice suddenly sounded calm. Comforting almost. Was he tying to woo you? you couldn't help but question yourself. where did the new found kindness come from. Even after the attempt at killing one another. He was now intrigued with you, at least more now. You were trying to fight a battle in your head to deduce what to say but, the silence was interrupted by him when you failed to mutter a reply. He took your silence as denial.
"You are... Unusual."
Brushing his cold steel finger over your lips he gently parted them, admiring your two silver fangs.
"Are you even human."
Unaware that this would be considering intimate among the human race, to him, it was just genuine curiosity. He did not view touching someone in this way as you did. And no it was not that you had a dirty mind, it was that you lacked any ability to be physical with someone... something.
"I am neither human or omnic. I have died and returned anew."
"Impossible."
Removing his finger from your lips he released your face and brought his hand to his temple, as though he were thinking. It seemed he was fighting his own war with his 'brain' in this moment.
"I am a modified automaton."
"But you are not an omnic no, so how is it, that you can call yourself an automaton. Even if using such vulgar words before, going so far as to call us weak, and useless. Each similar to the rest, none different. You have twisted my mind, and your words."
"No. I call myself this because, I do not claim to be human, nor omnic. I am different."
"Show me then. Automaton. Is that befitting of a title for you?"
"Yes."
Looking at him you lifted your arm rolling down your sleeved right arm showing to him a talon tattoo, it was familiar to him.
"Talon. You are, one with talon? Strange though, that I've never seen you before."
"I am not talon, But they would claim me as their property. I was a discarded body, during the first omnic war. They considered me dead, i was tossed away, But someone found me, hardly breathing, panting like a wet cat slathered in blood. From then I only remember the face of an evil woman, she has orange hair, nails like daggers. She fixed me. I am now neither human or omnic. I am only... An automaton."
And surely she was, The woman's words were not a message to be decoded, but truths.
"Moira."
Looking to him you tilted your head confused.
"What does that mean?"
"That's the name of the woman... the foul beast that you've just described to me."