[b][u]Master of Puppets[/u][/b] [b]Cyprus Cruiser-General Hill's Office 2:42 am [/b] Python walked to Hill's room, to report in. To tell him what Python had done, to Jackie, what was going to continue and to ask how he would be fixed. It was all so simple.....until the voices spoke again..... [i]These voices....they need to be silenced. It must end. I need out. Out? Out of what? You. I want you, out of my head. Now. Or I could do this....[/i] Python grabs a weapon from his back pocket. A small pocket knife that his grandfather gave him when he was young. [i]What are you doing?[/i] Python knocked on the door, not under his own control. The pocket knife was behind his leg. He'd kill the man when he least expected it. A sharp blow to the temple, that's all it took. The door began to open. [i]I want a drink....[/i] Hill stood in front of Python, looking up at him. "Ah...Python! Good to see you! Come in, have a drink." "Sure." Python stepped in as Hill poured them each a glass. The knife had been tucked into his waistband. Hill hands Python a glass of scotch. Easily some of the best in the galaxy. They both sat down in chairs, facing each other across a small coffee table. "So, what did you need, Metal Man?" "Just wanted to report in on everything. Be sure that you were ok with the murderer and everything." Hill nods as he drinks. "You heard what that Delta believes right? That you did it. That you killed Jackie?" Python downs the glass rather quickly, tapping it with his fingers. "Yes, I know." "It's not true is it?" Python remains silent, setting the glass on the coffee table. "Python?" "Every man is his own, until he is corrupted, taken. During that time, he isn't a man, he is a Killer. A Warmachine. An....Ace of Spades, if you will." He stands, reaching behind his back. The horrible, disturbing realization crossed Hill's mind: It was him. Python was the killer. Delta had been right, yet he had convinced her other wise. Hill began to stand, dropping the glass. The knife was in Python's hand. "Shall you forever live on in our hearts, General Hill." He lunged at the man. An easy kill, easier than Jackie. Hill defended the best he could, using his forearm to try to stop the blade. It drove itself into Hill's arm, blood flying of it, onto his face, onto Hill's entire body. Python put his hand over Hill's mouth as he screamed. "Shhhhh.....we can't have any of that, now can we?" Hill stopped screaming, allowing his adrenaline to rush as he punched Python in the gut. It broke his hand, straight through. A small dent was in Python's metal stomach but it didn't matter, he was already driving the knife in and out of the man. In and out, in and out.....124 times. 124 holes in the General's body as he fell to the floor, dead. Covered in holes, he was already a confirmed kill, but Python didn't stop. He drove the knife into Hill's neck, sawing mercilessly. The head was soon off, Python setting it on the coffee table and Hill's body behind it, sitting on the couch, facing the door. He smiled at his work and washed his face, body and hands as he walked out. [spoiler]Python's broken. A dangerous enemy. Don't fight him, if and when you respond, make be the morning, you find the body and call it in....[/spoiler]