Had he made himself known, had he revealed himself and gave any indication to being the one responsible for Toph's death, she would have foolishly fought back with the two weapons now at her disposal. She knew she would have likely lost, too, but being around Duo and his friends had given her sense of self preservation a boost it didn't normally have.
Though she was afraid, too. Saying she wasn't would have been a bold faced lie.
But for the moment she was simply looking around with wide red eyes, mechanical heart hammering so fast it nearly drowned out all other noises. She didn't notice how unstable the roof was becoming under her feet. She was torn. Fight or flight, fight or flight, she didn't know what to do.
creaaaak
She froze.
That was not a good sound.
Slowly, she looked over her shoulder. Her stomach dropped. Her knees trembled.
"No... no no no please no..."
Her voice was tiny, pleading, begging with whatever force may have had a sliver of mercy for a poor android that she could lift her foot, keep going forward, find some other way down from the roof.
She moved. An inch at a time, foot rising to step back the way she'd been going earlier, but that was all it took.
creaaaak-CRACK
She didn't scream. She didn't have time to scream. All at once her world tilted back, body arching in a manner that would have been almost graceful, if not for the sickening snap of her body hitting the weakened part of the roof not a second later. Her stomach dropped with the sensation of gravity pulling her down hard and fast.
What time she didn't have to scream made for even less time for her systems to react. No alarms activated in her HUD even as her body plummeted, striking rafter after rafter, tearing through each of them like a boulder dropped through a tree. Pain receptors sent waves of agony through her body each time, parts breaking off in a shower of sparks and a spray of fluids. Arm, leg, a finger - no, two - one lung crushed from the back, upper torso impaled from an errant spike of rotten wood, down and down and down she tumbled and crashed falling what felt like forever past the last ray of light and in to darkness.
And then it stopped. With a crash she landed in the room below, crumpled on the stone like a heap of so much discarded scrap. Dust kicked up in a small plume from the dirty floor, and settled just as quickly on and around her. Fluids dripped from the torn limbs and ligaments, and sparks still sputtered about from ripped wires - still alive, but not for long.
She lay there, drifting somewhere near the edge of awareness, in pain but not in a way any human had ever felt. It was constant. No one place hurt worse than the others. It was too intense for that. Her breath came in weak, whimpering gasps, the fans placed inside her lungs for cooling sputtering and faltering as they tried to find some way to continue working.
Her red eyes stared upward towards the distant hole in the ceiling, wide with the fear she had felt with falling, and now with the slow realizations that were dawning on her.
Overheating. HUD gone dark. Connections to primary systems lost. No response from the primary hard drive. Backups failing. Kokoro unit losing power...
Her eyes moved down, head just barely capable of lifting enough to see that a dull glow was coming from her chest, nearly directly at the center. The spike of wood that had pierced through was still there, the light just barely able to shine past it.
Ohgod... my kokoro... i-it's been punctured... I'm... I'm going to die...
The only thing that still seemed to be working was her voice, which she cried out with, the sound plaintive and pathetic, laced with sobs as tears started to roll down her cheeks.
"H... h-help... please... ! S-some one... p-please... help me... ! Please... I don't want to die..."
Miku-nee... Miku-nee I'm so sorry... D... Duo-kun... I made a mistake... I made a horrible mistake...
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Though she was afraid, too. Saying she wasn't would have been a bold faced lie.
But for the moment she was simply looking around with wide red eyes, mechanical heart hammering so fast it nearly drowned out all other noises. She didn't notice how unstable the roof was becoming under her feet. She was torn. Fight or flight, fight or flight, she didn't know what to do.
creaaaak
She froze.
That was not a good sound.
Slowly, she looked over her shoulder. Her stomach dropped. Her knees trembled.
"No... no no no please no..."
Her voice was tiny, pleading, begging with whatever force may have had a sliver of mercy for a poor android that she could lift her foot, keep going forward, find some other way down from the roof.
She moved. An inch at a time, foot rising to step back the way she'd been going earlier, but that was all it took.
creaaaak-CRACK
She didn't scream. She didn't have time to scream. All at once her world tilted back, body arching in a manner that would have been almost graceful, if not for the sickening snap of her body hitting the weakened part of the roof not a second later. Her stomach dropped with the sensation of gravity pulling her down hard and fast.
What time she didn't have to scream made for even less time for her systems to react. No alarms activated in her HUD even as her body plummeted, striking rafter after rafter, tearing through each of them like a boulder dropped through a tree. Pain receptors sent waves of agony through her body each time, parts breaking off in a shower of sparks and a spray of fluids. Arm, leg, a finger - no, two - one lung crushed from the back, upper torso impaled from an errant spike of rotten wood, down and down and down she tumbled and crashed falling what felt like forever past the last ray of light and in to darkness.
And then it stopped. With a crash she landed in the room below, crumpled on the stone like a heap of so much discarded scrap. Dust kicked up in a small plume from the dirty floor, and settled just as quickly on and around her. Fluids dripped from the torn limbs and ligaments, and sparks still sputtered about from ripped wires - still alive, but not for long.
She lay there, drifting somewhere near the edge of awareness, in pain but not in a way any human had ever felt. It was constant. No one place hurt worse than the others. It was too intense for that. Her breath came in weak, whimpering gasps, the fans placed inside her lungs for cooling sputtering and faltering as they tried to find some way to continue working.
Her red eyes stared upward towards the distant hole in the ceiling, wide with the fear she had felt with falling, and now with the slow realizations that were dawning on her.
Overheating. HUD gone dark. Connections to primary systems lost. No response from the primary hard drive. Backups failing. Kokoro unit losing power...
Her eyes moved down, head just barely capable of lifting enough to see that a dull glow was coming from her chest, nearly directly at the center. The spike of wood that had pierced through was still there, the light just barely able to shine past it.
Ohgod... my kokoro... i-it's been punctured... I'm... I'm going to die...
The only thing that still seemed to be working was her voice, which she cried out with, the sound plaintive and pathetic, laced with sobs as tears started to roll down her cheeks.
"H... h-help... please... ! S-some one... p-please... help me... ! Please... I don't want to die..."
Miku-nee... Miku-nee I'm so sorry... D... Duo-kun... I made a mistake... I made a horrible mistake...
"Help me... ! A-anyone... ! Can anyone hear me... ? ... please..."
Twenty minutes... thirty, if I'm lucky... some one...
"Please... d-don't leave me here..."
Some one has to find me...