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SONS OF FATE
When they met, the world seemed to hold it's breath. Stood apposed within the Kingsfield station, even the bustling sound of commuters came to a pause. Every living creature within that building could feel it, the slow building tension. Every living creature drew to a silence as the two locked eyes and the first words were spoken. Two men, completely and utterly different, yet the unforgettable light that shine from their eyes shone the same. The abhorrent imitation of man and the mechanical replica, both bound together and drawn to this place by The Good Docter.
It was the youngest that spoke first, even within the accelerating growth of machine learning he could hardly be called a man, no, he was little more than a boy. A boy within the steel form of an adult. He looked at the man before him, meeting his empty and sunken glare with a confused and wide-eyed stare. Even as his mouth opened, he was unsure what to say, unsure how to find his voice. Yet there was no room for hesitation or indecisiveness. So he kept his words brief, holding back what he wanted to say in place of what needed to be said. "We... thought you had died."
Staring at the man across him, there was a moment of silence. A pause where the boy looked at the face he'd seen in dreams and visions. The face of a hero. The face of a son. The face of his brother. The face of Nero. Yet now that face was a shadow of its former luster, it was now little more than a hollow shell. A shell that after a long wait finally responded to the boy's words. "So did I, and in the end, I think it would have been better if I had. Then perhaps I wouldn't have seen it."
Too many questions ran wild throughout the boy's mind, as fast as he processed he could hardly pin one down long enough to ask it. So instead he just stood there, silent. Until it was broken once more by the Yaksha, by a question of his own. "Why are you here?"
While momentary surprised by the fact he was asked a question at all, the boy nevertheless recovered and delivered his answer. Finally finding his footing and speaking once more with conviction. "I'm here to put a stop to him, to end all of this. So we can go back home."
However what the boy could have never expected was the man's response. A sentence delivered so simply that it seemed to disregard the gravity of what it implied. "There is no need. If you have come to kill the IRIS, it is already dead. It and the GAMMA have been terminated, by my hand."
"Then you aren't here to-" The boy tried to speak, still shocked, but more than anything curious. Yet his words were interrupted as the man finished and answered his brewing question.
"Stop you? No, I'm going to finish the job. Our father may not be the one to blame for this infernal proxy war, but he is far from sinless. Like the others, he must pay."
"I... I can't let you go through with that. I won't fight you, but I can't let you kill him."
"Yet you found nothing wrong with destroying the IRIS. I wonder, are the words you speak your own or just orders you cannot refuse."
"..." The boy could not speak, he was unsure how to respond. He was just... confused. "What happened? What did he do to you."
"Nothing, his control has been broken, my will is my own. I simply saw what they all tried to hide, that the ideal I was created to represent doesn't exist. Mankind cares only for themselves, they do not deserve heroes."
Thrown off by such a bold statement the boy couldn't help but feel perturbed by the man's callous apathy towards those who needed help. "Who are you to say if they deserve to be saved?"
"No one, I am no one. I'm only someone who has watched them do it time and time again. Cycling through heroes throwing them away soon as they fail and never standing up for themselves."
"So what? Do you want to sit back and watch them die? They just aren't ready."
"They never will, not as long as the easy path exists. As long as there exists those who will die for them, they have no reason to fight for life. If you realize this and still truly think that there will come a day where they stand for themselves unprovoked, then you are a fool."
The boy's anger was starting to show, his voice was rising as he yelled out his last words. "We both know they'll never fight!" As soon as they left his mouth he regretted it. Words blurted out in a fit of rage, words he knew were true but would never admit.
With a soft grin, Nero looked around at the boy, knowing he had won. "You finally get it, mankind is doomed."
Knowing that if he was to say any more he'd merely add more to the pyre of the man's argument, the boy was silent. Hardly able to meet the homunculus gaze. His eyes drifted instead to the floor "I will not fight you."
"Then stand aside."
"Then if you want to stop me, you have no choice."
Without seeing him the boy heard the footsteps approaching, he watched the man walk towards and then past him. He didn't want this, but the man was right. He no longer had a choice. The boy raised his arm before his mechanical hand began to collapse. The loud sound of an engine roaring to life as the glowing barrel was revealed. It surged with heat and energy before the war machine attacked, with the homunculus meeting his charge head-on.
The fight was swift, yet none could tear their eyes away from the spectacle. Whether they stood frozen in fear or transfixed by awe, the crowd all watched in bated breath. In any remained to share what they saw, what a tale it would be. Within the fray, the shots were heard and the bullets screamed death as they flew. Both held back nothing, and it ended just as swiftly it had begun. No man saw the blow. The light was blinding. The crash was deafening. But in the in, it was clear who the victor was.
The boy lay on deaths bed, with a hole where his chest had once been. Next to him knelt Nero, clutching the boy as his servos sputtered and his core began to fail. As his strength began to fade, the boy spoke, his words soft and quiet. He looked up at the man he'd heard grand tales about, the brother he'd admired. "Don't... don't hate them for what they cannot help. Maybe they can't be what you what them to be now, but they can always grow, they can always change. If these people tell this story, to their children as they sleep. Maybe someday they'll become the heroes they need."
With those words, the boy reached for his brothers face. His unfeeling hands sending a brief shock between the two before he finally drew still. The soft hum of his internal gears faded to silence. A silence that smothered the station for minutes, before the first in the crowd finally spoke. A voice that rang hollow against Nero's ears, a voice asking the simple question.
"Is it over, are we saved?"
The man paused a pause that dragged on for an eternity. As something within him finally began to move once more he looked out at the crowd. Within his mind, something roared to life. It began to play, the chilling, pulsing beat. The red song began to play. He looked upon the crowd, tears streaming down his desolate and emotionless face. He looked at them an spoke only once. So quiet that none could hear, his final words to them, his final decree.
"You are the dead."