015-Beedrill

Girls and Their Toys

"Hit it again Melissa!" yells a big, aggressive blond guy with a mustach to a girl of about sixteen or seventeen  with honey blond roots that faded halfway down to the color Golden Honey. Her ruby red eyes glared at the man for a moment, hating him for making her do this. Her yellow, sleeveless dress with black stripes already had sweat stains and her black boots were started to irritate her skin, even through her black and yellow thigh high socks. She just grunts before lifting up her 9 ton pure titanium javelin, which she normally welded with effortless grace, but now felt like bricks because of all the training the man made her do, and pierces through another thick tree. The wood splinters and cracks from its' core and makes its way to the sides, cutting it down. The girl just exhaled in relief and angrily turns around to face the big man with a stern look on her face.

"How was that? Was that good enough for you? Do you want me to kill another tree?" asks the girl, angry.

The man just belts out a hearty laugh that seems to grow from the pit of his core and bubbles up. The girl just blushes, feeling a little stupid for saying that.

"Now that's a soldier! With you on the Tori's side, there's no way we're losing this war!" laughs the man as he slaps Melissa on the back, making her misplace her footing and falling a little forward. She coughs a little and straightens up by rolling her shoulders out.

"But what about all of those camps that were found destroyed? Aren't we losing?" asks Melissa as she looks up at the man, putting her javelins in a special backpack on her back, quitting for the day.

"We have to get back to camp, hurry up," says the man, changing the topic before they go too deep into this conversation. No one talked about those camps, those camps were never  to be brought up again. It did not matter what happened there, or how it all went down, but it was a disgrace to the Tori race and talking about them would be equally disgraceful. 

As the two climbed up the dusty dirt path, the gleaming steel barricades were blinding in the afternoon sun. There was a thick, terracotta covered 50-foot steel wall that encased the barricades, protecting them, from the outside world. These steel covered buildings were home to Melissa, she has never been outside of these terracotta-steel walls without having training as an excuse and a chaperon on the way. For fifteen years, Melissa has been training, living, breathing here. She woke up an hour earlier than the other soldiers and was the last to go to sleep. This was home. Home, something that was beautiful and safe for Melissa. 

She runs down the last stretch of the path, entering the giant steel gates that were a little worn out from years of use. As she enters the camp, she extends her arms out and take a deep inhale, feeling the crude scent of sweaty men, dirt, and processed food envelope her entire body. This is what safety felt like. She knew, that no one could enter this safe building unless asked. This was a place where death would never enter, and if he did then he will have to go through her.

A loud bang could be heard a few places away. Melissa quickly turns around fast enough to see a 70 inch steel ball hurtle its way through the air towards the big steel doors. The clashing of metal on metal signifies that security has been breached. The steel ball continues to whizz passed Melissa's head and collides with dirt and metal, creating an astonishing indent in the ground. The soldiers all around Melissa get ready for an attack, guns poised at the metal door, ready to shoot. Melissa sees this as a good idea and copies. 

There was a faint humming heard and then the blood curdling sound of the 4 foot thick doors being torn off their hinges and they slowly rise in the air to the amazement of the people watching. Then, to the shock of everyone, they were casually tossed miles behind the intruder. Melissa moves her javelins in her hand nervously as she looks at this astonishing intruder, noticing that it was a single body. Two glowing red eyes stared through the dust at the number and amount of soldiers. Melissa was ready for whatever it was sizing her up, not caring if it were man or beast, knowing that each she could defeat easily. What she did not know is that this foul intruder was neither, in other words, it was machine. With astonishing speed and force, the aero-machine skewers the soldier next to Melissa, blood splattering everywhere. Melissa had never seen a dead body before, but she thought she would be prepared. As she stares at the now motionless man she knew as David, she feels something in the pit of her stomach, something she has never felt before, something that was now motivating her. She charges at the giant bee shaped killer with her javelins in hand, ready to pierce it through its' midsection, but its javelins were a little bigger. The giant bee did not meant to pierce Melissa's shoulder, or for her to grab on, refusing to let go, but that is exactly what happened. 

The machine swings his javelin back a forth, trying to get a better angle to use his javelin on her, but she would not move. The face that looked back on the machine was a completely pissed person. In the end, the machine gave up and continued to fight with this extremely stubborn person on the end. The bee turns to the advancing soldiers and opens up a section of his chest, letting off a round of machine gun fires and then slaps down his heavy javelin to crush a soldier near him.

"NO!!" yell Melissa with all her might. She did not want to see anyone else die. She looks at the ground to see if she would be able to grab her javelins from the ground. If she let go to grab her javelins, then she would risk getting catapulted through the air like the Private who was now twirling through the air, his neck cracking under the pressure of the air to kill him. Melissa's face contorts between anger and dread as she looks at this... thing in front of her, starting to panic, thinking whether or not she could do this. She looked at the dead and mangled bodies around her and notices that the one from this morning, the instructor who was teaching her how to take down trees was among them. But... wait... he was starting to move. He tries to get up. On his blond, thick hair was matted with blood and dirt. His left cheek was covered with dried blood, either his or the dead man that was on top of him. He looked a little worse for wear and his left arm was hanging numbly at his side, probably broken. He charges up to the bee, yelling angry noise that meant nothing as he did so. In his hand was a gun, which he shot off nonstop the whole way there. As he barrels up to the machine, the bee looks down at Melissa and then back at the blond man. Melissa's eyes grow wide as she figures out its plan.

"Turn back Colonel! Get back!" yells Melissa behind her shoulder.

The Colonel does not listen to her pleading cries and continues to charge. Before he gets there, a soldier comes up to the bee, but was quickly squashed down. But that little distraction caused the bee to loss focus on Melissa on his javelin and thrusts Melissa's javelin at the charging Colonel. Melissa yells out her protests as she hears the ripping and tearing of flesh and organs, and the clean steal that slid in between. Melissa screams out in pain for both her now more injured shoulder and the bleeding, dying Colonel, who was like a father to her, on her back. Something wet and salt trails down her cheek as she just looks at nothing, her breath quickening, about to hyperventilate.  She tries to steady her breathing, but the warm blood that was running down her back would not allow her to calm down. Melissa then pushes herself, slowly, slowly, ever so slowly off of the stainless titanium javelin and thuds to the ground, landing on the Colonel's stomach, a little grunt being her when she connected with his abdomen. She rolls off and looks at the dying Colonel. He just gives a weak laugh, not as booming and all-powerful as he normally does, but enough to know that he was not sad to leave. He then coughs, blood coming back up and splattering all over Melissa's hands and arms.

"Please!" begs Melissa as the tears just come down faster. She is not able to stop them, no matter how hard she tries. "Please don't talk."

"M-mel-issa," says the Colonel slowly and weakly  almost as if it took all his strength to do.

"Please just rest, please," begs Melissa again.

"I-I'm s-or-ry," says Colonel. "I-I just wanted t-to sa-ve you."

"I don't need saving!" yells Melissa as the tears continue to run down her cheeks.

"I-its a-bout your f-father," says the Colonel. "Y-your fa-ther is... is..."

"I don't care!" cries Melissa, trying to breath, though her throat is not working with her. She swallows a few times before her lip starts to quiver, against her orders.

"Y-ou have to k-know," says the Colonel slowly. "H-he is..."

"Colonel? Colonel!" wails Melissa as she tries to shake the dead Colonel in her hands. When she realized that their was nothing she could do, she folds her head over and cries into his chest as it grows cold, not needing the warmth of a living soul anymore. A short blast and the smell of gunpowder snaps Melissa out of her grieving. The bee thing was shooting down buildings and watches as the fire engulfs every happy memory that Melissa has ever had, as the fires surround and destroy the only home that Melissa has ever known. As soot starts covering her's and the dead bodies around her also, the tears make a streak down the ash as she runs to her javelins and scoop them up in a quick, smooth movement that has came from years and years of training. This must be what she was born for, this must be of some significance in her life. 

The bee heard her before she arrives and jabs its hands at her, but she had too much adrenaline in her body and was too fast for it as she hits it away. The bee takes a step back as she lunges at it, she spins and tries to attack again, this time the bee hits it away also. She does another spin and winds up both arms to double lunge at the machine. The machine dodges by lifting up in the sky and flying overhead. It then dives at Melissa and she starts to think again, trying to figure out the next three moves and goes with the plan. She rolls out of the way and jumps back to her feet. She sinks her giant javelins in the ground and pulls  out throwing knifes from her backpack throwing five at the machine, each hitting its' chest. Each knife sparks as they make contact with the titanium exoskeleton, each sending a jolt of electricity is sent through its body. It spazzes out for a little bit and then continues to advance towards Melissa. Melissa only has time to pull out one javelin before the bee machine is at her throat, but since she's using both hands, she has a better advantage now. She uses her javelin as a sword, slashing and lunging to get the machine off balance or get passed his guard, neither of which happened. She huffs and puffs after hours of doing this and not getting a single attack in. All of her throwing knives were already used and she was not doing very well. On the other hand, the machine has not used any of his ammunition and is not tired at all. She heaves her javelin one more time before the bug-like machine hits it away, it twirling in the air and landing with the but of the weapon to the ground and bouncing up again into the air. Melissa huffs and puffs as she glares at the bee, anger pouring out of her eyes. She then kicks off of her back foot and goes flying at the machine, fist clenched and ready to hit, it the bee had not knocked her off her feet before hand. She was face down in the dirt, which was now mixing with her sweat and blood. The dirt and soot caked her face as she tries to get back up. The bug just kicks her backwards, her flying through the air and landing with a loud thud on her back, still unable to catch her breath. The bee stands over her, its' red eyes looking down at her, emotionless it seemed. It places its thin little foot on Melissa's chest. Though it looked weak and flimsy, but it was able to hold Melissa down with very much force. Melissa looks at the silver, shiny javelin that was pointed at her throat and then diverts her attention to its lifeless red eyes, angry.

"DO IT!" yells Melissa angrily at him. "KILL ME!! SEE IF I CARE!!! SKEWER ME LIKE A PIECE OF MEAT! SINCE THAT'S ALL I AM TO YOU!! DO IT!!"

The machine just looks at her with its' big eyes in... almost question. There was a buzzing sound coming from its wings, though it was not about to take off.

"Or maybe you don't! Either way it's up to you if I live or die!" yells Melissa. "So what will it be! Are you going to kill me or what?!?"

The machine lowers its javelin arm and looks at Melissa, almost questioning her. Its wings flutter again, making a buzzing noise. Melissa just looks up at it, confused also.

"What's wrong with you! Pick one or the other! What good are you if you just stand on me!" yells Melissa, starting to get pissed. "What are you going to do!"

"N-o-thing," says a static, almost robotic voice from the giant bee.

"Then why are you still standing on me!" yells Melissa

"Ob-jective," says the robotic voice slowly. "Must ki-ll."

"Then kill me! Why can't you at least do that!"

"D-on't kn-ow."

"Well you better figure it out soon!" yells Melissa as she reaches for one of her throwing knifes and cuts off the machine's leg. The machine slowly topples over, taking a second to actually fall. Before it hits the ground, it flutters its wings and is suspended in the air. Melissa takes this time to attack, thrusting her javelin forward, hoping that it will penetrate  but unfortunately, the bee catches the javelin with his own and stops her. 

"Y-ou are v-er-y g-ood f-ight-er," states the bee as he throws her off.

"You're not so bad yourself," says Melissa with a smirk. 

"N-eed y-our he-lp. N-eed t-o o-ver-th-row m-aster."

"Master? You mean the man who built you?"

"Y-es. B-ad m-an w-ho h-as k-ill th-ous-ands of Tori."

"Who is he?"

"M-arvin H-onij-bij."

"So what are we waiting for?" asks Melissa as she heaves her javelins into there cases and rips off a long rag from a dead person besides her and wraps it around her still bleeding shoulder, hoping that it will stay like that. She hikes up her javelin case and looks at the bee. "Show me where this scum bag lives."