The metallic voice echoed around him, cold and evil.
David screamed, dashing away from his sleeping spot and taking cover behind a chunk of a building.
He gasped for air, startled and shocked by the voice.
Someone was moving him at night! He was actually right about this, he hadn't been sleepwalking!
𝘔𝘮𝘩𝘩... 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬.
David spun around, looking for its origin. It was coming from everywhere, clear and precise.
As he frantically looked around for its source, a strange feeling began to spread over his body. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
David gasped when his muscles involuntarily tense up. Watching in frozen horror, his hand began trembling and then suddenly started moving on its own.
He tried to scream, but no sound came from his mouth.
He tried resisting, but his own body would not listen to him. A red film began to appear over his eyes, a feeling of weightlessness enveloping him
𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
The cold voice did nothing to sooth David, who tried to fight back with all his might.
His hand froze and trembled slightly, he was unable to fully control it, but somehow managed to hold it in place.
"W-what..." David said through gritted teeth, "is happening... to me?"
𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘺.
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
David couldn't take the feeling of his own body resisting him any longer and pushed back with all his might.
A scream broke through his lips and the cold feeling disappeared, leaving him on his hands and knees, panting. What was that?
The metallic voice sounded more intrigued than impressed. David couldn't believe what was going on, none of this was making sense.
"What are you?" he demanded, "How did you... take control of me?"
𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘈𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰.
"Metatron?!" David cried, taking a step back even though it was unless. "Y-you were on the news!"
"You were going to kill millions of people!"
𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘴.
David fell to his knees, unable to comprehend what was going on.
Metatron... a being the likes of which was only found in comic books. A genocidal android bent on human extinction... who was now living in his body.
How was that even possible? None of this made sense.
"Wait..." David said, his mind filling with horrified realization, "you killed... Rescue."
𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵.
Metatron was lying. He had to have killed Rescue. He must have been the one that caused all of this. And now he was inside David.
"You did all of this..." David said, his voice trailing off.
Metatron growled, a very strange sound to hear. This sounded like a touchy subject to the AI, but David didn't care.
𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵.
"Stop lying to me!" David shouted, "Get out of me!"
𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.
"Leave me alone!"
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.
"Shut up!" David cried, "Go away."
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢.
"Why!" David yelled. It was weird yelling at nobody but still getting a response from inside your head.
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
David stopped dead in his tracks.
Metatron was keeping him... alive?! W-why? How?
That didn't make sense, Metatron hated humans. At least that's how he was portrayed on the news. Why would he want to or be keeping David alive?
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.
𝘛𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦.
𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭.
"That doesn't make me feel better."
𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦.
"So you need me to survive?"
𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭.
David frowned, a doomed question forming in his mind.
How was he going to find any survivors if Metatron could and most likely would take control of his body seconds after and kill them.
As long as Metatron existed mankind would never be able to recover... if there was anything left to be recovered.
A dusty pipe, edges jagged and torn, caught David's attention. He silently picked up the rod and looked at it with grim thought. There was only one thing he could do.