Expose, fragmentate, overpower (wip)

Expose

Angela worked on her first artificial vessels when she was twelve years old, when her arms were barely tiny litlle twigs constrained in her insides.

Born to parents at the borders of the technological district eleven she did not endear, who yelled at her for reasons that still puzzled her even as her hairs grew grey, her figure stretched taller and her growing and dark hide of a umbre hardened to protect her ever  organs

One day she could not smile trough it anymore, and by the end of the night she was offering them to the large butcher next door in trashbags

Both of them smilled a bit, angela near the end of a nervous breakdown, and doria as she tried to confort the girl.

She was now older, her hair ending in spiral curls, her voice more raspy,  her  exoskeleton  partially artificial as the golden metallic parts of it reflected the moonlight

She knocked on the door, one of her so called suppliers, not one of the best amongst the district, but she needed the metal.

A constryman opened the door, the valves around their body ever shifting as smoke hissed ocassionally from the holes in their vessel, with metallic plates in their hands, they spoke in a hissy, gaspy and demanding tone.

"we know why you are here angela, at least 500  breus for two iron golden plates, no bullshit price reduction offers from you"

"Good to know you have such a high opinion of me, pinsin" angela said sarcastically as she handed the coin within the tiny leathery sack she had within.

Pinsin took it away, angela quickly taking the plates in return, 'just act natural'  thought angela as she walked away, metal in hands

The constryman smirked as they opened the bag, then quickly shifted their face in confusion at  the oddly shapped breus, then after a closer look at the roughly forged disks their face squinted into one of rage.

"COUNTERFEIT!" pinsin yelled as they pointed at angela, a burst of gunfire from the nearby Windows soon followed as angela ran.

Angela needed to find a new supply group, in preference one who did not want to crack her shell open like a crab for dinner.

Fragmentate

"THIS IS ABSURD" one of the scavengers yelled out from the ruins  in a scratched and rusty tone, their long twitching arms turning each gear shift per second as they stared at the scavenger ragy.

"You tell me-" the scavenger said, gears shifting strenght into their arms, primarily near the knuckles "isameul..you tell me yo-WE spend two months looking around for shinies in this shithole of a abandoned district, nearly get killed by one of those freaky piercebot things and all you can get is a tiny little statue?"

The ragy stared in fear of their boss, her doll like body quivering as their stubbly hands hugged tight the statue

 the prickly hair of the statue scratched the ragy's face as she trailed another one of their arms over the statue's face, which was two lines for closed eyes  and a bigger line for a closed mouth to confort themselves as they spoke, the blood endlessly flowing from their mouth giving her squeaky voice a almost drowning like undertone.

"w-w-well," isameul shifted her large bloodshot eyes "you see..tiel you have-have to understand the si-situation!, district forty-seven is a special case, there is not much we can scavange, i already told you lots of people already come he-"

"And whose bright idea was to drag us to this stupid  hole?" Tiel foamed at their mouth, the gears near their knuckles rapidly shifting, "yours isameul, it was YOUR idea that got us here, starving, screwing your asses over for barely anything-"

"Please understand tha-" isameul's retort was short lived, the air momentarily being knocked out of their body as the force of two rapidly shifting  knuckle gears knocked them over a cracked hall.

the ragy coughed and gasped as they looked around, the statue was knocked over near them, a crack right near it's short scrunched triangle like chest, tiel looking over the both of them over a pile of collapsed  floors.

"You know how much a raggie's organs sell for  a soulworker in district twenty-nine?"  Tiel said, the foam in their mouth dripping over the ruins " 700 breu for each small lung, 100 for the heart and-" tiel pointed at isameul's head "1000 for a whole brain".

The ragy gulped as tiel spoke further " so here is the deal, i grind you up, drop off your  ass to the nearest soul house and get the cash i need, because you know what isameul?" The gear's in both of their knuckles shifting themselves into a blur "im tired of your shit".

"Y-y-y you are doing a very precipated decision" isameul said, trying to think on how to manipulate tiel into calming down. " s-so how about weAH-"

isameul screamed as tiel  started running toward her, screeching in pure hatred as they leaped to the ragy, gears read to grind the small litlle white vessel on impact.

Isameul cowered, hurriedly grabbing the statue as a pathetic last effort shield from her now furious boss, they closed their bloodied eyes, life passing in flashes as she awaited for the grinding punch that would end it all.
The ragy cringed as the sound of the whirring gears neared closer to their ears.

And came to a halt, followed quickly after by the sound of what sounded like many rocks falling at once.

Isameul slowly pried their eyes open, their whole body shaking, as she glanced around the ruins.

 First: Tiel was dead,  stonefied gears and pieces of  cracking metal scattered all over the concrete floor, some twitching for a brief moment before fully collapsing.

Second: the crack within the statue's chest had widened, within a glowing figure watched, similar to the statue, with the one difference is that their left eye was wide open, purple and Pink shifting within the eyesocket, a window into the chaotic cosmos, the figure then spoke to the shocked ragy, it's tone feminine and echoing.

"Protection to the holder has been awarded, protect me and i shall protect you..." she said, half asleep as it crawled back to the safety of the armour.

Isameul dared not to say another word, they simply slowly got to their feet, eyes redder and more widened than ever, she picked up the figure's armour the same way one would pick up a live bomb shell, then,  carefully, they stepped around the remains of  what was once their boss.

As she climbed over the ruined floors using the steam beams as stairs and  into the cracked streets towards a way back into district forty-eight, isameul wondered what they would tell to her girlfriend about today's ruin search, statue held tight in hand.