Man down! (Bloo)

Amongst the scientists of Jump City, rumours were spreading that one of their own was out to get them. Dr Bradley Black had sworn revenge on all of them, and now people he had sworn to kill were dropping like flies. There wasn't enough evidence to suggest it actually was his doing, but there were enough 'coincidences' to raise their suspicions.

For this reason, Dr Francis Krakowski was working on a bodyguard of sorts. No, it wasn't what his grant was for and he'd probably get in trouble if anyone found out, but that wasn't as important to him as his life.

Francis made some last adjustments before he cranked up the power, the electricity coming to life as the metal body he had built started powering up. After a few seconds, the metal body spoke with a robotic voice Greetings master.

Francis laughed with joy, it worked! But he needed to make sure that everything worked, so he turned to his creation and opened his mouth to speak, but then the robot cut him off Intruder alert! Identify yourself!

At that moment, someone burst through the doors coming at them. The outfit he was wearing made his face impossible to see, under the helmet he was Metamorphi. Francis scrambled back and his robot moved in front of him and raised his arm, firing an energy blast. Meta dodged to the side, avoiding the blast, then punched the robot in the chest.

The robot was pushed back, but wasn't phased by the punch. It jumped at him while activating rockets on its feet to propel it faster, punching Meta into a wall. Meta made its way over to the robot, meeting it halfway, then grabbed onto it. The robot dashed forwards, ramming him into a wall.

Meta grunted in pain, but managed to manoeuvre around it and get two arms around the robots neck and tightened. The neck was less protected by the armour covering the rest of the body, so with enough time and pressure the neck was crushed under his grip. From there, Meta tore the robots head off.

The robot was still moving, so Meta turned his arm into rubber so he wouldn't get electrocuted, then stuck his arm inside the robots body through where he broke off the head. He tore and pulled at everything he could reach, until the robot was non responsive.

Meta then heard his masters voice in his ear Metamorphi! Go out the side exit and into the back alley, you'll intercept Krakowski!

Metamorphi did as told, intercepting the old scientist. The man opened his mouth, possibly trying to plead for mercy, but there would be no mercy. Meta punched him in the jaw, dropping him to the ground, then then he put a foot on his throat and stomped on it, breaking his neck and killing him.

Meta scraped the blood off of his boot, then prepared to head back to base.

As Meta prepared to leave, there was a click from one of the doors opening. Meta turned to the sound, making his way over to the man who came in, stopping a few metres away from him, making sure he looked threatening. However, the man was not there to cause trouble, instead complimenting him on his victory and stating that he was here to make friends. He introduced himself as Sinbad and asked Meta's name.

Meta put a finger on his ear and started whispering What do you think, master? his master responded, though Greed wouldn't be able to hear it See what he wants. Go on, tell him your name. Meta then turned back to Greed Metamorphi. What do you want?

Sinbad said that he was here to see what Meta was capable, but he seemed disapointed in what he was seeing, asking if he was crazy or just talking through a hands free device. Meta wasn't bothered by the rude question, not that Sinbad could see his face through the mask anyway I'm communicating with... someone he then heard his masters voice and put his hand to his ear again It's okay, tell him about me Meta nodded, looking back to Sinbad He's my master, the one who created me.

As Meta listened to Sinbad's response, his eyebrows creased underneath his mask and his hands balled into a fist when Sinbad questioned what he was doing, but his voice stayed cool and smooth It is what my master made me for. The will of my master is the only purpose I need. Meta then heard his masters voice in his ear again Well said, my creation. But it's alright. Give the man your earpiece so I can talk to him.

Meta nodded, then looked at Sinbad My master wishes to talk to you He took off his helmet, revealing himself to be a handsome boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, if he was wearing a sports jacket he would look like a stereotypical jock from a high school movie. He then took out his earpiece and gave it to Sinbad. If Sinbad put it on, he would hear the voice of an older man who talked with a slightly posh accent So, Mr Sinbad, you want to talk business?