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Chapter.41 Misery Loves Company.

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Chapter.41

Misery Loves Company.

Skid Row

9:00AM

Statistical was sitting on the rooftop, gazing at his helmet. He couldn’t help but hate the very

thing that was the symbol of his freedom.

It was also the symbol of his imprisonment.

He hated being in this synthetic, glorified bodysuit.

He hated being a cyborg.

He hated being.

He thought being in a new era of social freedom would erase these notions of racism and hatred.
The late 90s were exactly the same, but at least they didn’t hide their hatred from you and pretend to like you.

He just wanted to be like a human again. Octavius sold him a dream…and he bought it like an idiot.
He had wanted to stay dead, but no, the Meyers family had other plans for him.
Didn’t give a damn about what he wanted.

“Robot-dude, that date offer still on the table?” Her voice was trying to emit happiness, but failed miserably.
He turned to see Jasmine standing behind him.

“You’re still with Jamal. Don’t you wanna be with him?”

“To tell you the truth, I don’t really know what I want. He’s immortal and all of us who aren’t are gonna die eventually. He told me if I wanna stay with him, stay. If I don’t, it’s my decision. If you love something, set it free.”

“If it comes back, then it’s meant to be.” Sam finished.

“You can’t be miserable all your robot life, Sam.” Her grey eye gazed at the back of his head, when decided to sit next to him.

“Too late, At least you’re not miserable with me.”

“That’s a lie. I’m miserable as fuck. My eye is gone, I’m a broken science experiment who’s too damn naïve and childish to see the real world. Most of all, my best friend just might want to have me all to himself.”

Statistical blushed slightly.

“I made you something, pal.” Jazzy took out something from her pocket and handed it to him.
It was a drawing of him. Half of him was Metallic while the other half was human. The two parts were separating from one another, yet the heart and brain were shining.

“It’s supposed to be a representation of your two sides splitting apart and fighting for control over you, yet your heart and brain remind you, that through all the pain and suffering and misery and misfortune you may go through, you’re still a good dude. You still have a heart. You’re still human.”

Sam gazed at her. It amazed him and at the same time scared him to death.

“Jasmine?”
His voice began to shake.

“Yeah?”

“Why did you make this drawing?” He bowed his head.

“I wanted to show you that you’re not the ‘metal hunk of junk’ you think you are.”
Tears began to slip from his eyes.

“T-thank you.” He fully began to cry as he crumbled into her arms.
The small beauty soothed the tin man from his pain.

Meanwhile…

Hiro sat in a meditative stance in the mission room, dressed in a white shirt and black training pants. Bandages were wrapped around his hands and feet. Candles were lit, the scent reminded him of home.

The shinobi had always wondered how life was as one. It was surely difficult; he had lost many things. His honor was stripped away from him as was his family and peace. His weapon and training bought him through it all.
His sword Enma’s Cage, was special to him, as it was passed down through the Nakatorei clan. The mask, Severance, was the depiction of monster and man in one. Ironic, because in ancient paintings, the Nakatorei were drawn as otherworldly warriors.
Still he wanted to find love, true love, but cold blooded assassins weren’t supposed to love.
They just kill, nothing more.

He had found love with a gem of a woman named Ruby two to three years ago. The first one who he had fallen for, which was a very bad thing. He had just recently discovered that the very same woman was the older sister to Jasmine. She was his first modern friend. She was as kind as she was attractive. By gods, she was attractive. Their relationship was…different for him to say the least.
A noise pulled him away from his thoughts.
He looked up to see his brother figure Statik working on a new prototype for a sword.

“Greetings Michael.”

“Sup. I’ve been meaning to talk to you, seeing as we haven’t in a while.”

“What would you like to speak about?”
Mikey took off his welding mask and looked at Hiro.
Statik’s cerulean blue eyes looked around as he ran a hand through his dreads.

“You’ve been lookin’ down in the dumps lately, bruh. What’s goin’ on?”

“I am afraid I do not follow.”

“OK, Leonardo. Don’t play stupid.”

“Do you mean blue banded mutant of the adolescent genetically altered shinobi terrapin?”

“Don’t change the subject, Hiro. I’m serious man. I’m worried about you, fam.”

“You need not be, dear friend.” Hiro put a firm hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Look, you may able to fool Van and them, but not me. I didn’t major in electrical engineering AND psychology for three years for nothing. Your eyes give it away. I’m not asking you again, what’s the deal?” Statik’s voice became stern.
Hiro sighed.

“I believe the modern term as to what I am feeling would be called: the lovesick.”

“Let me take a wild guess, it’s Ruby isn’t it?” Statik had a small smile.

“How did you know?”

“Trust me, I know that look when I see it. I had it all the time when I was in college.Plus, you were ranting and raving about her all the time back when we were just Elemental. So you miss her?”

“I believe so. I am not used to feeling these strange emotions, especially for another person other than my family. I hope to see her again in this life.”

“You will man, I know you’ll see her again. Besides, over time she’s probably gotten even sexier.”
Hiro gave his brother figure a death glare.

“I advise you do not speak of her in that way, you haven’t even met Lady Ruby.”

“I don’t need to meet her; the way you talk about her lets me know she’s something special.”

“You are correct, friend.”

Meanwhile…

Kyoto, Japan

11:00PM

Komodo was drinking his life away, he couldn’t bear losing Kimono. She was the light of his life, and now she was gone. He sat in his office, crying his eyes out.
It pained him to see her die, but it hurt even more to know that he would’ve been a father.
His hair was ruffled and his clothes were ruffled and wrinkled.
He was about to take another sip of whiskey, and scotch, and other assorted hard drinks. He shakily picked up the bottle when a bullet broke the glass, shattering the glass and spilling the liquid poison everywhere.

“What the-hic-FUCK MAN?!”

“I know you’re sad, I get it! The pain of losing someone can tear you apart. BUT I’LL BE DAMNED IF I STAND HERE AND WATCH YOU DRINK YOURSELF TO YOUR FUCKIN’ GRAVE!” No one other than Galeford screamed at his friend.

“YOU DON’T FUCKIN’ GET IT, GOH! YOU’VE NEVER LOST THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE!”
Galeford dashed towards the table and dragged Komodo up by his collar and out of his chair.

“You listen to me, and you listen to me right fucking now you walking Halloween decoration. I ALREADY BETRAYED ONE BROTHER, I’M NOT DOING THAT SHIT AGAIN! Leaving you here to wallow in your own alcoholic pit of depression would be turning my back on you, which is basically treason. I don’t care if I have beat your ass unconscious in order to do it, but as long as I am breathing, you will never pick up another bottle of alcohol again. Kimono is looking down on you right now.”

“SHUT UP!” Komodo gave a major head-butt to Galeford.
The samurai grabbed his revolver and pointed it towards his comrade.

“You want to die, go ahead! I’m not gonna kill you, I’m sure the alcohol will do that just fine.”
Galeford put his gun away as Komodo fell to his knees and bawled his eyes out again.

“I see her in…my dreams, man. She keeps telling me to come home.”

”That isn’t Kimono, pal. It’s the alcohol in your bloodstream. Get up. We’re getting you sober or I swear to god I might actually have to shoot you.”

Meanwhile…

Paris, France

2:00AM

Statistical and Jasmine were enjoying pizza (yes in France) on the Eiffel Tower. The pizza had
“This pizza is leagues better than America’s version.” Jasmine said happily as she devoured another slice.

“I guess so, huh?” Sam picked up a slice as well.

“Uh, Jazzy you got a bit of marinara on your cheek, here let me.” The cyborg wiped off the marinara sauce when they both froze.
They kept gazing at each other.

“You still have feelings for Jamal, Jazzy?” Statistical said as he took off his helmet.

“I’m not really sure on that. I love him but I’m not so sure I’m in love with him anymore.” Jasmine looked down at her feet.

“Then I might regret doing this.” Sam lifted up her chin with a finger.

“Regret doing what—“

Sam and Jasmine shared a tentative but passionate kiss.
Jasmine was shocked when they pulled apart.

“Jesus, I’m in trouble.” She muttered.

“How?” His amethyst orbs stared at her cloudy grey.
“I actually liked that.” Jasmine’s cheeks were as r
ed as Hiro’s pants.
The end.
Alright guys as promised chapter 41 as you see Sam formally know as statistical has taken some major turns in our story as well jazzy and komodo still wallowing over his dead girlfriend kimono. We've gone to extent to writing these now i know its five page dialogue but 40 makes for it as well 45-46 on my partners part he write this page which i did enjoy hope guys will to stay tuned i have much more to upload.  
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