War with Humanity(one on one)

The years had past,civilizations had broken down into territories,treaties were made and alliances were formed. Theunruly,uncivilized had become the majority, secret police organazations were formed. Werewolves,vampire,demons,and the like had now become more open in their lives.Splitting off in their own areas,vampires were high society,werewolves inhabited the underground tunnels and cities,demons flitted back and forth through rifts with their own realm of existence.Human had become the minorities.living day to day,bounty hunting,theiving,and such.Some humans sold themselves as experimental material to the secret organizations,some were kidnapped and forced into it,human that had no family,no ties to society,someone who would not be missed.One such organization was called the M-ops or more largely known..the Mecha operation.

Some said Mechs retained no past thoughts or human emotions once converted,they became the computer that ran them. Some had fled under the grid,but not for long. They were hunted down and terminated.Sometimes if they managed long enough they could hire out as spies,knowing secrets some people would kill for.This new world order retained a firm order on the treaties and laws of the homeless..to break them brought the Mechs out..some mechs were trained as assassins to easily kill any who opposed anything against the ops values.One such Mech had been sent on a hit..one primary..kill the werewolves leaders,causing turmoil and unrest,making them easier to reign in with a firm hand. This Mech had carried out part of her objective,she had found and slain Raston Mountclaive,leader of Pack Mountclaive. It was easy,she sat and waited,time had no meaning for her anymore,her left eye trained on the secret tunnel opening she had recovered from another hit.

She waited,biding her time,sooner or later he would show. She was right 3 days into her vigil,he appeared,surrounded by 2 bodyguards and his daughter. Her dark almond right eye blinked as she focused ont he small group,the mission orders repeating in her wired mind,her finger closed in on the trigger to her gun.Four quick jerks on the hair trigger sent all four targets to the ground quickly and silently. She stood and walked down the elevated hill and stopped over the bodies. The neat little hole dead center forehead was all she needed to see,silver mercury oozed from the wounds slowly.She mentally took the pictures operations needed as proof and then turned away. Her mission done,nothing more nothing less. That was a month ago......

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She pulled the hoodie up over her short red hair,her eyes covered with dark glasses to hide the red left iris. Her arms redone hidden by synthetic skin,her right leg also re-enhanced. Her body an array of ports for various tap wires and such. The one thing she couldnt easily deny or hide was the random computer voice that would run through her mind every so often trying to find her under the grid. She had walked away from her last hit a month ago,something in her finally broke through,she felt....emotion. She felt part of her human side re0emerging amongst the computerized side of her.Flashes of past memories,family flashed painfully through her head at random times.

She fled to the underbelly,the slum side of the city,blending in as a bounty hunter and dodging those sent after her. She never stayed long in one apartment or got too close to anyone,to trust anyone could cost her her life.Tonight had been the closest call yet,the run in with the young hunter had almost proven fatal. She was not above being killed but it would be hard to do..unless one knew her weak points. This hunter had come close,leaving her battered and bleeding but she was the only one standing after the brutal fight.She staggered into her small rented apartment,wired against any unwanted visitors. She disrobed and walked into the small dimly lit bathroom,her battered face looked back at her.

The last hunters words hanging in her brain heavily..."Just a monster,a piece of machine...."She slammed her fist into the mirror....Damnit..she was human...she..was..no...monster.She took deep breaths trying to calm her ragged heart rate,her dual iris' peering back at her. The dark almond colored one filled with a tear,her human sadness showing.The red iris whirled and shuttered logging the mirrored image. Her good human eye showed just how human she was still...her body..unveiled showed what she was made into...A Mech..a killing machine.She finally spun from the image before her,walking back into the interior room. She sat down on the rundown couch and sighed looking at her hands,smooth looking to the normal eye...using one hand yanked the synthetic covering off and revealed the robotic appendage it hid.

Her sense of touch was multiplied and she groaned as she tried once more to use a knife to pry up one side of the offending thing,pains sensors flared as she tried to remove it. Finally tears running down one side of her face,and blood running from where flesh and metal met she dropped the knife. She knew it was fruitless,only those who designed this body knew how to change it back.She just wanted to be human again,be normal,blend in. She now hid in the shadows,taking scum jobs when she could,living from day to day. Who would accept her for who she was on the inside..noone could get past what she looked like on the outside. SOme would turn her in for the bounty before taking time to really know who she was.She closed her eyes,shutting her mind down to rest,the words of the last hunter still running through her brain.....

"Just a monster..A piece of machine.........

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Jax awoke several hours later,her sleep troubled like usual by the nightmares that had begun when she left the MOs.The reality of what she had done,what she had become tortured her mind. She sat up,running a hand through her hair,tassling the short red spikes.Standing,she padded naked into a air shower,hating not being able to take a normal shower any more. Cybernetics and water dont mix really well,sighing she pulled on her leather pants,white tank top. She stood before the broken mirror as she reapplied the latex skin over her arms and hands,looking into the cracked glass she decided not to wear the colored contact to make her eyes match,tonight she would wear her dark glasses.

She grabbed her leather jacket,sliding into the cool material,attaching her guns to each hip,her daggers to her ankles under her pants. She slid on the old leather biker boots from a time long forgotten and walked out of her apartment. She walked along the dingy streets,sunlight a long forgotten pleasantry since the grid took over. She rubbed the branded Mech-Ops serial number that was hidden by the hair along the back of her neck. MO39532 was all she was known as to the grid,a number she could never erase.She got looks from ruffians that stood outside the underground clubs,she didnt pay them any attention,she had one goal this night..too get slop dead drunk. Being drunk made the memories and the constant pain easier.She pushed the door open to one of her regular hangouts and stepped in..she frowned at how busy it was tonight..something unusual for this hole in the wall.

"Henry..give me a shot and leave the bottle!"She called to the bartender leaning over to be seen by him. Henry gave her an odd look and grabbed a bottle of whiskey,walking down along until he stood in front of her. He looked down at her small form and raised an eyebrow at her. "Whats wrong,Sweety?"He asked her knowing something was wrong. "The gear giving you fits tonight?"He asked being one of the few who knew what she was.

Jax nodded and took the bottle from him,turning to find a nice dark corner to hide out in for a few hours. She pushed her way through and bumped into a table,giving the man sitting there a nod and a quick apology,she moved on. Dropping down into a corner booth,she drunk a big swig from the bottle ,the glass forgotten.

Jax watched the group of men enter the bar,her eyes narrowed as one gave her a gance over,then seemed to have lost interest. She took another swig from the bottle,the whiskey burning down her throat as she felt for her guns on her thighs. Her eyes never leaving the group in front of her,she never seemed to know who was going to be sent after her.

Sometimes she could tell the Hunters from the way they acted and dressed other times she had no clue until the fight started. She sighed,she was tired. Tired of the running,the hiding. She needed to get somewhere she didnt have to wrry about what was waiting for her next. She wondered if the Mops ever let anyone out alive.She doubted it.

She narrowed her eyes behind the shades as she noticed one man,he seemed more edgier than the rest. He stood back behind the man talking and his hands seemed to keep flitting back and forth over his own guns,not a good sign. She shifted on her seat givingher body a bit more room,the man sitting at the table was outnumbered and she hated to see anyone get ambushed. She stood,pretending to be drunk,stumbling over to them.

She knocked into the edgy man and tried to look apologetic."Ohh..Im so sorry..are you ok?"She asked running her hands over his body quickly as if checking for injury. If one wasnt looking to well,they would not have seen her deftly pull his gun from its sheathe and under her own jacket. She gave the man sitting a quick look and staggered off. She tossed the gun into the trashcan as she ambled up to the bar. "Henry,be ready to clear it out."She said softly turning to lean on the bar,watching the group and the ones near the door.

Jax tensed when all hell broke loose,patrons scrambled for the doors,shoving and screaming. SHe groaned,she hated when people screamed like idiots. She snaked a foot out to the man she had lifted the gun from,tripping him easily. She looked down at him,smiling cutely as she balled up her fist and slammed it down towards his face. He moved at last minute and her strong robotic punch tore into the wood.The man gaped up at her,then rolled out of her way. "She's a goddamned MECH!'He cried out to his companions as he grabbed a chair and swung it towards her head.

She kicked back with her eft leg,catching the chair,splintering it before connecting with the softness of his stomach. She felt muscle and organs give,The spray of blood from his nose and mouth splattered over her,his body dropping in one thud to the ground. Grunting she pulled her hand free,metal showing through the ruined synthetic covering. Her eyes glanced around her ,she saw the man fighting a couple others and heard footsteps behind her.

She spun a bit late and the fist connected with her jaw,sending streaks of pain through her head.The chip in her neck not helping things as it began to send out a tracking signal. She cringed at the feeling,knowing she couldnt waste anymore time here. SHe had wanted to see who the guy was,if he had any jobs,but now all that was changing. She grabbed the man by the throat,tossing him across the room,barely missing the man and the ones he was fighting with. She spun around and ran towards them,using the mans body she had just thrown across the room,she stepped upon his back and catapaulted herself up and over them all. She covered her face as she burst through the window,hitting the ground in a roll. Springing to her feet,she took off running,her coat billowing out behind her.

Jax stopped and caught her breath,the burning of the chip seemed to fade slightly. her eyesight was still blurried,shaking her head she moved along the sidewalk,the shadows hiding her small form. She needed to find and talk to the man from the bar,but she needed to rest first. Her apartment was not an option anymore,so turning up an alleyway she moved towards one of the many abandoned warehouses. Kicking in a door,she moved inside the long vacant building.

She looked aorund and besides a few stray animals and birds she seemed to be alone. She found a crate and dropped down onto it,looking down as her vision cleared she noticed the dive through the window had opened a gash on her arm from wrist to elbow. the blood flowed freely,dripping from her fingertips and she let it hang. 'Damn.."she muttered as she ripped part of her shirt away to wrap it around the wound. No wonder her vision was blurred,bloodloss took effect quick.

She stood,stumbled slightly as she walked around the large structure,finding the stairs to the next level,she walked up them carefully. This was the offices and most were empty,except for long aged furniture. She dropped down on the old,worn small couch in one room. Her eyes drooping closed against her will,her body slumping slightly to one side. her arm hung over the side,her lifes fluid running down to drop onto the floor,already soaking through the cloth.