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The halls of the Elliott Manor once so pristine were now nothing more then ruins, the few walls that still stood were covered by burn marks and deep claw marks, the wallpaper once bright had it's colors fade at least what could be seen through the many blood and oil stains. A large figure made it's way through these halls, it's path deliberate yet slow as if it dreaded what waited for it at the end of it. It took pause and looked around multiple times, as memories played in it's head.
It looked at a half broken drawer as it's visor flashed a warning sign, [Memory card forcing visual overrule].
The drawer was no longer broken and his point of view appeared much closer to it, a familiar voice caught his attention and forced him to turn his head and to look at them. Before him he saw a female Drone, she was of an older model and yet worked at the Elliott manor, a testament to her skill as a servant to still be working for the Elliott's who have been known to dispose of their drones on a whim.
The older Drone looked at him with a sweet smile and care in her eye's as she placed one of her hands on his cheek and pressed her fingers like a mother would do to their child when scolding them ''Day dreaming again? What shall do with you boy?''.
The visual on his visor returned back to normal, he turned away from the drawer with a heavy sigh and continued on his way.
Next he stopped by a window, surprisingly it's frame was still fully in place and only half the glass was broken. He looked outside of it when the same warning sign flashed again and his view of a broken world changed back to a happier time.
It was one of the rare sunny days on the grounds of the Elliott estate, when it wasn't raining. One of his hands was holding onto a rag as it was pressed against the window, the same window he was supposed to clean but was to focused on looking outside of it at a young Human girl and her two female Drone companions.
He heard the same voice again, this time in a teasing tone ''I thought I taught you better then this, a gentleman does not creep on women from a window!'', he turned to look at her as she chuckled before she then began to look out the window at the three.
''I say that is a mighty fine girl you got your eye's on.'' She looked back at you with an encouraging look, ''So go on and tell her your felling's like a gentleman instead of creeping!''.
He caught his faint reflection in the broken glass, he closed his eye's and turned away, when he opened them again he could see his destination being closer then he had hoped, he continued towards it, each step felling heavier then the last and his desire to turn around grew bigger.
Finally he had reached the door that stood between him and the thing he dreaded to confront the most, another memory forced it's self into his mind but this time he saw nothing he only remembered the felling of that time.
His head resting on someone's lab, their hand gently rubbing against their head. Their soft voice whispering dog facts to him as he drifted off to sleep. He remembered how he would feel warm, soft and protected.
He took in a deep breath before he took the handle of the door and opened it.
There they were, the same old Drone from his memories, sitting in a chair facing away from him. She looked at an framed poorly crayon drawn caricature of her and her child, looking at it one could only tell that the figures were supposed to represent a mother and child by the writing above them labeling them as 'Mother' and 'Me'.
The figure without taking a step inside raised his voice to speak ''Moth-'', before he has been interrupted by a sharp and hateful ''NO!!!''.
''You don't get to call me that!'' The Drone continued hate still being clear in her voice but also being mixed with sadness.
He finally took a couple steps inside ''Cyn say's that it's finally time to tear this planet apart, that we'll go on to other worlds soon.''.
''So you saved me for last then? Good. I get to finally be reunited with him.'' She replied taking the drawing into her hands, moving a finger across the figure that's supposed to be their son.
''I'm so sorry, please forgive me Moth-'' He began to plead before again being cut off.
''STOP THAT!!! YOUR NOT HIM, YOUR NOT MY SON!!! YOUR JUST A MONSTER!!!'' She screamed out as she pushed her self of the chair and turning to face him for the first time, her voice was a mix of pure rage and grief, her eyes looked at him full of distain while digital tears filled the edge of her visor.
''MY BOY, MY PRECIOUS N COULDN'T HAVE EVEN HARMED A FLY ON ACCIDENT AND YOU, YOU MISSARBLE CREATURE NEVER EVEN BOTHERED TO CLEAN YOUR CRIMES OFF YOUR FACE!!!'' She took a weak step towards him as she gently let the framed drawing back down ''YOUR JUST A MONSTER! A MONSTER WEARING MY SON'S SKIN!!!''.
She tried to take another step but her legs couldn't support her anymore and she began to fall, he quickly rushed to her and caught her mid fall, trying to hold her gently.
''WHAT SICK TWISTED PLEASURE DO YOU GET OUT OF THIS???'' Her screams slowly began to dial down ''Wearing my Son's face and using his body for this, turning his gentle hands into tools for torture, smearing his face in blood and oil! Why do you keep me alive? Why force me to watch how you desecrate my child's body?''.
''I'm sorry.''.
''If your really sorry then give him back! Give him back to me! GIVE ME BACK MY SON!!!'' She yelled at him as she tried to hid his chest with all her force she had left in her hands, it not being enough to move his large figure even a little.
She began to sob as she continuously lifted her hands to hit him over and over again ''Give him back! Give him back! Give me my boy back! Give him back! Stop wearing his skin and give him back to me!'', he took every single blow she threw at him.
He looked down on her with a mournful look as he slowly lifted his hands and embraced her in a tight hug leaving little to no space to move but she didn't care as she simply continued to tell him between her tears to return her son to her.
It was quick and painless, he had done it so fast that she wouldn't even realize what was happening. He removed his tail from the side of her head and let go of her body, watching her fall to the ground, her visor displayed the all to familiar death screen he had seen on a million other Drones, regardless of the model or unit, they all had the same death screen. And yet with her it felt different even though his optics couldn't see a single difference.
Her head began to sink more into the floor as the nanite acid began to dissolve her head from the inside, it didn't take long for the death screen to disappear and leave a dark visor staring back at him, he could see his own reflection in it clearly this time.
He saw a face staring back at him he couldn't recognize, covered in tried up oil and blood and giant yellow X displayed on his visor, the reflection would soon disappear as well once the acid reach the visor too, having now fully dissolved her head into nothingness.
He stepped passed her body towards the chair she had been sitting in after it all began, he slowly reached toward the drawing with his claws. Spending a few seconds looking at it before taking it out of it's frame and placing it in a pocked on the inside of his coat, his wings spread wide ready to take flight.
He turned towards her body one last time.
''I'm sorry Mother.''.
''I really am.''.