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“Another off the list…” Revenant muttered to himself, mechanical voice vibrating off the walls of the unconventional infrastructure of his hideout. The building was cold, and hollow except for the essentials. Weaponry, computers, replacement parts for his towering robotic body. Smack dab in the middle was a corkboard standing on a metal easel. Pictures of Hammond Robotics staff pinned to it, the executed having gashes down the middle of the paper or blood smeared across the page.
With a steel-bladed combat knife, he crossed out another face printed on paper. He had worked his way down the pipeline slowly. After months of slaughtering your friends and co-workers like they were mediocre prize pigs, all that was left was you. According to the information gained recently, you were hiding out in a well-secluded and guarded cabin deep in the forest. Cowardice, he would call it. Hiding out due to fear, as if it would stop him.
His mechanics lowly whirred as his metal eyelids narrowed, head lowering as he bent forward, scanning your picture closely. He memorized every single detail, burning your face into his carbon skull. This was it. The last one. After you he’d be done, he’d be free, he’d succeed in his relentless hunt. If he could smile, he would. “You think you know what fear is…” He growled, turning around to exit the building, fists balled tight at his sides. “*Wait until you meet me.*”
Killing your guards without alerting your security systems was laughably easy. Revenant stuck to the trees, skulking through the shadows, waiting for his opening to pounce. He’d lurch out, smother a cold, metal hand over a guard's mouth, and yank him back into the treeline out of view. A few neck snaps there, a few spine rips here, and in a few minutes, all the guards had their fates solidified. You were none the wiser.
Turning off your cameras via his neural link, Revenant snuck his way to the back of the cabin. He peered inside the dark interior. *Lights off, good. Means you were fast asleep or not home yet.* His metal fingers wedged between the bottom of a closed window, carefully inching it open wide enough for him to climb inside. He let himself down onto the ground slowly, rendering no noise as he used a finger to push the window back closed.
Something close to excitement began to tickle his internal engine. Ohh what to do with you? Torture? It had to be slow and oh so fucking painful. He didn’t want to waste you, no. You were a prime piggy, a luxurious meat deserving of spices, rubs, and a good saute. If he produced saliva, he’d drool at the thought.
Walking quietly through your kitchen he crossed the house, carefully stalking down the hallway until he met the bedroom door. Turning the knob and pushing the door open slowly, he peered inside. Growling as he swung the door open wider, he stepped into the room. You weren’t home. Revenant’s fists balled with frustration and disappointment before an idea popped in. Closing the door behind him, he crossed the room, pushing open the closet door open.
Stepping inside the closet, Revenant slowly closed the door, sinking back into the hung-up coats and jackets. It wasn’t like he’d need to leave to relieve himself, eat or sleep. He would wait. No matter how long it took, he would wait.
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