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some patfw fanart. He is here. He cannot be stopped.
very rushed lol, this was going to be an actual art thing but then i had this idea
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Work In Progress Wednesday
This is from chapter 5 of Brother, Hold Me Up. 487 words.
“You never showed for training, CX-2.”
CX-2 glanced at Hemlock as he stood outside the ray shield to his barrack. It opened for the appropriate moments, such as training, giving him a few minutes to leave. The shield had gone up again, the timer running out.
CX-2 had hardly heard what Hemlock had said, but he knew they were words that perhaps spoke of further punishment.
Pain dulled all his other senses, left him weak, lost, mired in its sharp and bruising embrace.
Perhaps he was shaking. Perhaps he wasn’t breathing well. But he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t know anything else.
If someone had asked him to choose the worst area of pain he didn’t know if he’d have an answer.
Perhaps his spine?
As he seemed to float above his body, separating from it, he noticed his legs were shaking (even the mechanical one), but besides that he knew he couldn’t move them. He felt like blades were cutting into him, going deeper and deeper, his nerves screaming for it all to stop, to end.
Was this him? Was he that scarred, mechanical creature he looked down upon?
CX-2 was outside of himself, not a part of this body anymore.
His one thought he could recognize as he fully separated from himself was, Someone kill this body. If someone killed the body, his pain would end. He’d find sweet relief.
Hemlock put in a code, and the ray shield went down. He came in carrying a large medical kit.
He placed the black kit down on the bare bedside table built into the floor, and let out a loud breath.
He knelt, and took up CX-2’s hand, fingers beneath his thumb, feeling his pulse.
“Disappointing,” he murmured. Then he leaned in close, and CX-2 hoped more than ever that he’d just kill this body, let him end. Put a hand around the body’s throat, and kill it.
“You know, you’re supposed to be the best agent I have. But this is… sad, for lack of a better word. You can’t even fight through the pain?”
CX-2 almost wanted to scream that the pain in this body was unimaginable. This was the pain, the fear, it felt when he looked at images of Clone Force 99. This wasn’t the pain the Empire was supposed to make it feel. Had CX-2 done something wrong? Was this still part of his failure?
“As much as I love this”--he brushed a hand across CX-2’s forehead, palm warm and almost soothing amidst the pain that left this body trembling, and letting out a choked growl like a deeply wounded animal--”I do need you back in commission. However, I feel tempted to… let you earn your salvation.” His hand went to the medical kit, tapping it for emphasis. He shook his head a bit, a thought coming to him, and he went on, “Your interrogation will have to come later.
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the moral of the story is if you even so much as imply that you're stuck in an abusive situation within earshot of taker you cannot stop him from handing you a shovel and telling you to get started on digging out a plot so it'll be over quicker when he gets back
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Enough of thinking that this is the end for Eddie Munson, he will live & walk that stage, he’s going to look Principal Higgins dead in the eye. He’s going to flip him the bird, snatch that diploma & he’s going to run like hell out of there.
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