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A dark male mechanical voice sounded from the junkyard as the cyborg continued to sing while picking out odd pieces and parts.

"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it's filled with people who are filled with s**t
And the vermin of the world inhabit it.
But not for long..."

He grinned as his picked up his tone. Erebus continued to pick out items from the junk pile. The cyborg spread out the pieces he had collected and began to inspect them carefully. He disassembled some items and picked out the pieces that made its whole.

"They all deserve to die.
Tell you why, Aekea, tell you why.
Because in all of the whole Gaian race
Aekea, there are two kinds of men and only two
There's the one they put in his proper place
And the one with his foot in the other one's face!
Look at me, Aekea, look at you."

He put emphasis on parts of the song as if to make a point to no one in particular. While he sang his tune, he started to put pieces together. Taking something from everything and putting together a completely different item or part. The pieces clicked to one another like a puzzle piece. Each part having a purpose to his unseen private blueprint.

"Now we all deserve to die
Even you Aekea...even I!
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
For the rest of us death will be a relief
We all deserve to die."

Erebus continued on his little recreational moment in the junkyard. He wasn't paying any mind to his surroundings. The old dirt, oil and grease clung onto the cyborg as he disassembled and assembled something else completely. Some of the pieces were just left alone after he was done. From the looks of it, it seemed like he was going to come back to it later. A starting point of a puzzle.

The cyborg frowned as he noticed something particularly odd. He frowned in displeasure, "Well, well, well, what have we here? Some swine from the underbelly of Aekea has taken a liking to my work?" Erebus stalked around the area, looking for something. Or rather, something that used to be there. "I knew it was only a matter of time before they'd show up. Hmmm. . . Looks like I'll have to make new parts. Oy vey, more work for me."

Meanwhile, Hakobe and Eguze did much the same, only it was the parts that they and/or someone else needed. The former could've sworn that she heard singing in the distance. The song actually spoke to her, almost like a kindred spirit. To this, Hakobe sang a piece of her own to go with the song, albeit only to herself....

Maybe they do
But I and my comrades don't
OmniDrink and sheep won't take anymore from me
Can't and won't

The singer changed, making the song sound even more violent, as a reflection of the one singing it.

Just watch me, traitors
Just watch my friends and me, beraters
I'll take it all back
The dogs will get their day
One of these mornings or eves
Blood shall do more than spray

Prisoners shall be freed
OmniGoons's legs, chopped off to their knees
The world will know
they shouldn't've ******** with me and my tomodachis

I'll make good use of the wicked dead
I'll make a statue out of their severed heads
and entrails and bones, using marrow as the glue
Though, maybe an old friend's pyromania could work, too

This once-proud nation shall reap what it has sown
I will show them this, but not alone
An old friend and one rather new
Though, to free the latter, he needs to be slewn

All three together
We shall make our dreams come true
We shall tear this hellhole down
Build a utopia anew

MCRAID, Black, and me
We shall be the judgemental trinity
Judge, executioner, and jury

The twisted little ditty to herself ended with a lowly version of Chaos Hakobe's trademark cackle. Though, maybe to a kindred spirit, the aura of feelings could be felt, maybe even heard....

Deceptus walked around in the junkyard and kept an eye on the now suspicious Omni-thing. Deceptus at this point knew a battle was imminent it just depended on what was going to happen. It was then Deceptus remembered a song. The first couple of lyrics went like this:

Never again
Never again

They have a frightening desire for genocide
They wouldn't stop 'til what was left of my family died
Hell bent on taking over the world
You couldn't hide in the shout of conformity

We can't forget how we were devastated by the beast
And now we pleaded with the captors for release
We were hunted for no reason at all
One of the darkest times in our history

Deceptus kept a very watchful eye on the Omni-thing and knew that his creator's son was dead, the only one who would know how to repair Deceptus from anything, so now it was do or die.

Marshmallows? Who'd sing about marshmallows? Erebus took a minute to think it over. It didn't sound like MCRAID, that much was for certain. The voice was very female and warped but a tinge of longing. Longing. . Hakobe. The cyborg chuckled to himself and thought of a response to the song as he followed the tune. When the other song stopped, so did he.

The cyborg sang his own response to her call. The words were laced with venom with no care of anyone else hearing. Didn't matter if they took him in for re-ed. He survived it once, he can do it again.

((Custom song time!))

"They've poisoned themselves without knowing the cost,
Of trying to erase my existence and my mind.
Yet they failed to take precaution,
Of a fragmented mind!

Chaos reigns supreme in this game.
How they believe that I am tame.
I am their poison.
Their guillotine.
Vengeance will be mine as I drain their blood.

Well now, don't you believe,
That liquid red,
Makes for a beautiful dress?"

Deceptus watched as the Omni-thing just stopped. It and Hakobe were singing. He was trying to listen to the words to know what it was about but he had no clue. Then it occurred to him does Hakobe know this person? He was hoping Hakobe just saved him from a fight, but this kind of stuff does not always guarantee it.

"Yeah, you're right! Why didn't that even occur to me?"

Hakobe signaled for Eguze to go over to Deceptus and keep him cloaked, leaving herself revealed to the one once known as Black. She returned the firm hug, her hug just a bit tighter. True Hakobe was now in control....

"Black-san! Oh, I knew you were still alive! Sure, I feared the worst, but my instincts told me you were still out there! You know what they say about one's instincts; trust them!"

Eguze watched all of this unfold, his gaze as neutral as always. Inside, he had first felt guilty for going along with his creator and put her into danger. But, his priorities and programs clashed, leaving his systems in a bit of a twitter. Between listening to the others and listening to the one who created him, it was obvious that the latter won out. Despite his wise youth, Eguze was still very much like a child or, more precisely, a momma's boy. His creator's commands almost always overrid any other command he was given....

After a while more of hugging, Hakobe looked to the broken city in the background. There was something else she was relieved about....

"I'm glad that you don't seem to mind having MCRAID-san come with us. He, too, is a prisoner to OmniDrink. After all, the MCRAID-san I know, a chaotic person in nature, would never work for someone that is the very opposite of him! He doesn't like to be tied down to rules and orders! He doesn't take crap like that! He likes to be free to do his own thing, on his own time, in the place of his choosing! They did something to him! I just know it!"

True Hakobe calmed herself down. Nearly yelling about it wouldn't get her anywhere. She needed to think clearly....

"....I have no idea where he is now. If I did, I probably wouldn't be griping about this. Word on the street says that he might be holed up in OmniDrink's asylum, but I don't take the words of sheep as truth...."

Hakobe muttered something under her breath, something around the lines of "stupid sheep and their stupid bleating". Getting that out of her system, she continued....

"Once you and MCRAID-san are free from your unwilling bonds, the plan I have in mind can be put into motion. Three of the most dangerous people in Aekea, as a trinity....Well, two of the most dangerous people and an upstart. I have potential to be very dangerous, though, right?"

Hakobe smiled and laughed modestly. Despite her metamorphosis, she was still pretty humble. Still, she most likely did have promise in being a formidable force. While her brain was probably her greatest asset, she had the brawn to match it, thanks to the healing mist pumping through her system everytime she dons her pack and hammer....

Victor and Kilo continued their patrol vigorously, skirting the junkyard along the way. As they did, one of the lieutenants heard the damnedest thing.

Singing? The ******** voices weren't penetrating clearly through the Aekean rubble, not if you had human ears, in any case. Kilo stalled her partner for a second, holding up a finger to silence him. A song of blood and vengeance, of entrails and.... marshmallows? Two voices? One was that thing they'd carved out of the witch. She'd recognize that particular hiss anywhere. Her mind flashed for a second as she confirmed a truth she had been preparing for but was still hoping wouldn't be real: OMNI didn't have the leash on Black they thought they did. And the other? A girl. A twisted girl singing her heart out to that equally twisted lunk of Erebus. The sound of her voice didn't strike any particular chords but the words....

s**t. It was Hakobe.

She looked to her partner. He only stared back at her, waiting for orders. He hadn't heard any of it. She shook her head, "Nevermind. I thought I heard those girls from before. Let's get this crap over with."

She fell in line beside the man in white, just as she had every day for the past 3 years. What was left in her heart sank deeply. Hakobe and the witch working together to raze the world, OMNI and its pristine white banner asserting its dominance over the bolts that built this city, and a ragtag group of rebels decreasing in number by the hour when they weren't busy plotting another genius raid like the one that cost more civilian lives and property than OMNI casualties. She didn't know who she could even believe in anymore, and for the very first time since the initial takeover, she genuinely considered giving up and pulling out to Barton for good. You can't save the city from itself....

But then she thought to PQ. To Ash. Hell, she thought to King. The city could fall to dust, and they'd still fight to the last to secure it for organic and mechanical child alike. If anyone at all anymore, she owed it to them.

The mission had changed. ******** all to MAGIC, to the code she'd instilled in herself. She'd been working to save the city while the rebels protected the people, but it wasn't enough. She wrapped up her route with a strange sense of purpose, knowing it was going to be the last ******** patrol she ever walked for these assholes.