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Paradigm Shift - Act 1: Paradise City
Part 8
It had stopped. Mercifully, it had stopped. Recovering slowly, Roger pulled his hands away from his head, intent on regaining control. His gloves, stained dark, let off a coppery scent; he’d been bleeding from the ears.
Right now, he didn’t care. He turned Big O towards the monstrosity shaped like a hand. "C’mon, Big O," he rasped out, feeling the Megadeus trying to regain balance. "Chromebuster!"
But his finger stopped dead over the trigger when he saw Kikaider standing on the roof, directly in front of his target, big enough to be vaporized by a large beam such as what he was setting up.
And he really didn’t want to kill the person who was obviously a link between his current job, Schwarzwald’s rampage, and Beck’s antics. "Dammit! C’mon, Kid, get outta the way!"
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"You’re wondering who I am, Kikaider," Schwarzwald’s voice continued, "why my friend down there has the flute you so loathe, how I even know you in the first place. Part of me wants to tell you, part of me wants to watch you figure it out on your own. And then there’s the urge to tear you apart now and be done with it."
Suddenly, the hand’s palm turned down and it reared up, slapping the roof on the way down. The building almost caved in from the top, but Beck now stood in the space where the hand once had the finger destroyed by Big O. At this, Schwarzwald again spoke. "Beck, keep playing!"
"No!" Jiro shouted, remembering how that friendly, if somewhat large robot had gone nuts. Slapping a fist to the opposite shoulder, he recalled the bad memories such a thing dug up. "I won’t let you hurt people!"
His other arm crossed the first, the other fist likewise pressing the button on the other shoulder.
And Kikaider was born anew.
But Kikaider was tiny compared even to this small part of Dr. Gill’s ultimate weapon, so he didn’t aim to destroy it. Instead, he crossed his arms in front of him, and barreled straight through the finger in front of Beck using the attack that usually heralded the very end of his target. Beck was caught completely off guard before he could start playing again.
Schwarzwald, seeing all of this from inside his odd craft, commanded the hand to squeeze those two fingers together and crush them both, but Kikaider tossed Beck right out over one of them to where he had stood moments ago and followed, the flute now rolling a few feet away.
Kikaider landed over Beck with his hands wrapped around the human’s throat. "You will not play it again."
Looking up at the large robot now in front of him, Jiro again thought back to being a slave under that ungodly flute’s tune, realizing what his oversized brethren must be thinking now.
But he realized something else; he was on the way. He had made himself an impromptu ally of said robot by attacking Beck and challenging the odd man inside the hand, but now, he stood between them.
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