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mechanical hearts, part 6  by dr3arms

abigail was real excited now, the half of her face that remained smiled with glee at the thought that a mechanical heart had found a new host. the air was stiff and stagant, the crystal sky showing only the brightness of day fading into the darkness of the night. "it is almost time for us to reconvene, wouldnt you say so my host?" she said as she looked at the deteriorating corpses hand. "this body of mine needs to be replaced soon." she ran through the streets, the crystal shavings crunching underfoot as the heart turned the corner only to be surrounded by three survivors. "THERES ONE!" "surround her, make sure she cant escape!" "DIE MONSTER!" she was trapped, she ignored their drowing last cries as she unravaled the seven chains she had in her arsenal. 

bostons body tirlled with excitement building. 'oh... so you DO have emotions after all! this will be most exciting!' boston said in his head to comet. "shut up, stupid human, you know nothing of our inner workings, perhaps it was ismply my control over your body misfiring, or perhaps you had a cough! there are many explanations." comet said, finally back in control of himself as he pooked around the corner for any surivors. the armory was just two blocks down, but in their way half way down was a group of survivors surrounding another of his kind. "i have found our leader at long last, boston. we must find a coat as to blend in with the humans. i will give you control of your body, but remember that i control your life, so any slip of the tounge will be your last." boston felt a unconfortable pinch in the base of his neck, and felt the cool afternoon air slip into his lungs once again. 

"i thank you... and there was a jacket underneath the car you could have put on. what would you have me do comet? comet?" the mechanical heart said nothing, but boston felt himself pick the jacket up, put it on over his pale blue shirt that had been stained red, and buttoned it up the the second to first button. "i geuss its up to me then. well, off we go then." 

the three survivors, saw the chains whipping around, they stayed out of their range and knew how to defeat these things, their minds focused, ready to attack when a strange indian man emerged out of the distance. his body shivering, and his face pale compared to them. "who are you!?" they asked suspiciously. "my name is boston, im a fellow surivor like you! please! i mean you no harm!" boston replied, hoping to win them over for fear of comets retribution. "why is your face pale!?" boston had no answer for this, but felt another uncomfortablep inch in theb ack of his neck. "because, i have had a close encounter with those things, i wish to help you destroy the one that youve surrounded." 

the others let their gaurd down for ust a moment before abigails chains thrust themselves into their hearts, their minds completely in shock, being absorbed into their collective knowledge. "we now know where the exit is. let us collect our third friend and exit this terrible excuse for a town." abigail said happily. "yes i quite agree with you, but first, let me dispose of this body, would you do the honors after i remove myself?" comet smiled as he felt bostons horrified emotions run wild. "what, you actually thought i was going to keep you alive once i found out what we needed to know? stupid human, we care not for your well being, nor you senile attempts at sentimentality." 

the mechincal heart extracted itself in one motion, boston feeling like something was torn from his body before seeing the mechannical heart as it truly was, a nightmarish meshing of metal and organic material. its opaque chambers pumping furiously as a light blue flame shot from its aorta. he saw in his last moments the deformed face of abigail laugh at his misfortune as seven chains shot slowly from her mouth, and seven chains shot from comets aorta. their three pronged claws slowly coming into view. each razor lined and at the center a tiny drill protruded, whirring madly. 

boston slowly saw that around the drill there was engraved a messege: 

"long live dr. david jerimiah linker, the king of the mechanical hearts."

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Date created: Nov. 16, 2009
Date published: Nov. 16, 2009
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Tags: a, action, and, angel, blood, brawl, comedy, crack, darkness, demeonte, dramatic, end, engimatt, family, fantasy, fiction, fight, flying-four, fun, game, ghost, ghosts, heart, hearts, horror, king, light, love, mechanical, mind, of, one, ox, part, pay, politics, result, round, sent, series, short, slam, suspense, the, tie, two, unchained, victory, weapon
Word Count: 865
Times Read: 144
Story Length: 5
Children Rank: 2.9/5.0 (1 votes)
Descendant Rank: 0.0/5.0 (5 votes)