thewriter9

Creator of the Grid. All Father. God. None of those titles meant anything to Kevin. Creator of a system intent on self destruction. Neglective father. God of narcissism. Now those were titles that resonated with the broken man. Hundreds of cycles of isolation did a lot to a man, including show him who the true monsters of this world were. All Kevin had to do was look into the mirror. He had been so caught up in perfection, that he didn’t even realize that what he was seeking had been in front of him the whole time. He had just been too blind to see it. C.L.U wasn’t a villain, merely a program doing what he was made to do. No, the

“Can you help me with my science assignment? I need to know how to get to Uranus.” ___ Yaeger stopped what she was doing to turn her head slowly and stare at the green mech whose shoulder plating she was currently perched on. That irresistible smirk worked it’s way onto his face plates, but he didn’t return the female’s gaze, choosing to stare nonchalantly out one of the broken stained glass windows as though he hadn’t said anything. Her eyebrow raised, before she went back to what she was doing, cleaning the barrel of a pistol Crosshairs had made for her. A couple minutes of silence passed, during which

One day, jokingly you had asked God for a supportive and loving boyfriend. Never had you expected for one to literally fall from the sky and into your life. If that didn’t make you question your beliefs, you didn’t know what would. Well, turned out that the metal Adonis you had discovered hadn’t actually fallen from Heaven like he appeared to have, but from a giant alien spacecraft that was currently flying above the clouds around Earth. At this point, instead of questioning your beliefs, you had to start questioning your sanity. But, sanity aside, there was an extremely attractive alien robot bleeding out in your backyard

The click of dress shoes rebounded around the dimly lit hallway, a white dress shirt falling over masculine shoulders, smooth and void of wrinkles. The black vest over it did much to improve the ensemble, both unbuttoned just enough to let the non-existent audience get a hint at the tone abs underneath. The black pants just perfectly hugged strong legs, long strides carrying the figure towards the destination. The relaxed posture did nothing to raise suspicion that something was wrong. Neither did the small smile that quirked at the figure's lips. However, the crimson smeared over the pristine white shirt did, the blood splattered in large st

Sirens blaring, lights flashing, the city bustling and alive with people. New York City. His city. Rumors floated around on the lips of humans, of a phantom police car with the words ‘To Punish and Enslave’ engraved on the side of the custom muscle car. Nobody knew who it was, nor what their true motives were; all anyone knew was that they would appear on occasion, after listening into the police scanners, and intervene. The jobs that normal police couldn’t get done, he did. Whole gangs disappeared overnight, drug handoffs went up in smoke, money launderers were never heard from again. Everyone viewed this ghost car as a sai

Castor’s club was the only solace in the dark realm that C.L.U resided over. The sky torn with lightning, streets filled with forgotten programs that would later be terminated, all surrounded the glowing beacon of a tower that was the house of pleasure and distraction. Even the glorious leader himself needed time to unwind a little. Which was how I suppose I, head of C.L.U’s elite guard, ended up here, leaned against a wall, drink in hand as I silently observed the programs that attended the club. The lighting was harsh and white, flickering to the beat of the music as bodies swayed and floated around. The domineering figure was

Intense lighting glinted off of sharp metal surfaces, making a lone figure flinch. ‘Too bright’, he thought, ‘Always too bright.’ There was such silence in the air, tension heavy as if some impending doom hung over the halls. The figure plodded on, oblivious to the feeling of being watched. The only sound was the slight scuff of heavy work boots hitting the harshly lit floor. The figure daydreamed of being elsewhere, of sitting in the lounge with his friends, sipping his drink with leisure. He pictured himself holding his little baby once more, arms wrapping protectively around the bundled child. He saw himself kiss

“RETIRING ME!?” My indignant shout rang out through the office in HQ. “____, please calm down, now without the threat of any Kaiju emerging from the Breach, we can focus our efforts elsewhere. Your station just happens to be in-“ “JASPER NEVADA! THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!?” The uptight official sighed as my fist came down on their desk. I opened my mouth to scream some more, when the man stood up suddenly, glaring down at me, “Miss _____, do you want to lose your Jaeger and your piloting license, and return to civilian life?” I shrunk back, fear building in my chest, “No sir.” He nodde

It started with the slaps. ‘You’re worthless!’ Another mark upon my pale skin. Then it got worse. ‘I don’t know why we even keep you around!’ One more cut to add to the growing web. ‘Why can’t you just disappear so we don’t have to deal with you!’ Another day without food. Many people thought these markings that stood out prominently were gifts from my parents. What they didn’t realize was the real demons weren’t at my dinner table, but inside my head… “Go die in a hole!” I sighed, and retreated to my room, additional comments and nasty words thro

I panted heavily, urging my legs to run faster. My footsteps echoed through the metal hallways and I panicked as I approached an intersection. I veered to the right, fear crawling its way into my heart as the loud pounding of peds followed me closely. “Come back here!” I risked a glance behind me, only to shriek and avoid a servo that reached for my retreating form. Another crossroads appeared, and I pushed myself faster, turning to the left this time…only to come to a screeching halt, mortification prominently displayed on my features at the sight of a massive gunmetal gray form. The blue bot behind me however, was not so