His eyes slowly began to open, he could feel the cold air against his skin. Sounds began to faid in...shouting, screaming, gun fire...he could hear it all. He could feel his body against the cold hard dirt. But most of all he could feel the presence of all the metal around him. There was so much, so easily manipulable...it gave him strength, power, it revived him from his hibernation. His began to rise from the ground and soon he was hovering vertically above the ground itself, arms outstretched. He open his eyes and than he remembered.
The machines we're still in control, they we're everywhere...somebody had rescued him from his slumber. He soon saw his saviors, a group of meta humans making one final stand, but why had they come for him? He than realised what his importance was, he controlled the one things that controlled them...metal.
Than it began. None of the meta's knew he was even awake yet but he took immediate action. Still hovering above the ground he clenched his fist together, causing several machines to crumble into a ball of scrap. He clapped his hands together, causing the multiple hunks of metal to form one large one which he propelled at an ex 100, taking its head clean off. He heard a machine gun behind him start to spin and spun quickly, erecting a force field in front of him. The rounds harmlessly deflected against the efficient shield, falling to the ground in a smoking, crumpled heap. He stuck out his arm, taking control of the machines gun. He spun it around and directed the fire at the machine reducing it to nothing in mere seconds.
Log in to comment