Roman's POV

     "Roman!" Came a shout from my right, and I turned to see Logan waving my samurai sword. I glanced at Mars to see if he had noticed, but he hadn't, his eyes were still looking at me like a lion stalking its prey.

     I dropped the pipe, freeing my hands as I motioned for Logan to throw the sword, hoping he understood what I meant.

     Luckily, and thankfully, he did, tossing the sword towards me. I caught it just as Mars reached me, his hands darting towards my throat; I managed to unsheathe my sword and bring it up in front of his hands just in time, one-handed may I add. He let out a growl at my defense maneuver, but I had no right to question it at this particular moment.

     After I had concluded that he was being successful in his attempt to drive me towards the wall, I brought my other hand up, resting it on the edge of the blade carefully as I continued to push against him.

     White, electric pain shot through my hand all of a sudden, along with the feeling of liquid beginning to flow between my hand and the blade, landing onto the floor, creating a small puddle of blood.

     Mars took one look at it and smirked at me with dark, evil eyes. "Isn't that a shame?" He said with a low chuckle, suddenly gripping the blade with both hands and ripping it from my grip. His skin ripped with it's sharpness, but all it did was reveal his wiring underneath his skin.

     My eyes widened as I realized that I was screwed. Royally screwed. {Pardon the pun}

     Instinctively, I quickly brought my hands behind to look for something to support me, and I found not one, but two problems. The first being, my hand stung with pain, and I brought to my chest with a cry. The second was that, of course, the robot had successfully pinned me against the wall.

     Letting out another laugh, I watched in horror as he ran his hands along the blade carefully before snapping off the end of it- about three to four inches. Tossing the larger bit to the floor carelessly, he was on me in an instant, ripping my hand from my chest, with another cry escaping my lips. My other hand unfortunately was stuck behind my back, between me and the wall.

     Holding my injured hand in place, he drew closer to my face, waving the piece of blade he had snapped off my sword in front of me. He dragged it across my cheek, lightly so he wouldn't cut me.

     "So, so oblivious," He started, stopping the blade in the center of my cheek. "the entire time, you had no idea! You just let me corrupt him, break him, push him farther to the edge than he's ever been. What kind of hero are you, huh?" With a quick motion, he cut my cheek in a second, electrifying pain ran through me again, I whimpered. "Obviously, not a good one."

     Blood dripped down the side of my face, trailing all the way down, even hugging my jawbone and snaking down my neck, the cut must be deep, or large, I couldn't tell.

     My injured palm became abandoned as he brought his arm forcefully against my throat, the one with the knife hovering around my stomach. He pressed against my throat, I could feel my lungs begin to ache as my oxygen was getting cut off. Painful tears swelled up in my eyes, while joy built up in him.

     "Are you really crying? Because I can give you something to cry about." Black spots were beginning to dot my vision as he made another quick motion with his armed hand. More pain flashed through me. "How about the fact that you can never save everyone here, you pathetic excuse for a hero." Another slice, more pain, even more blood, more black obstructing my vision. My body involuntarily slumped as my senses began to fade and leave me.

      He slapped me, causing me to straighten as best as I could while becoming a bit more alert. "Hey," He snarled in my face. "I didn't say you could go to sleep, I'm not done with you yet." Another slice, I probably looked like I was attacked by a bear. I screamed again, hoping someone would hear me and help, despite the locked shut door.

     "No one is helping you, Roman, they're too busy trying to clean up your mess, you realize that? This is your fault!" He screeched in my face as he threw me to the ground, where I landed a few feet from the rest of the sword, but I couldn't find the motivation to go for it.

     My blinking was slow, the room was spinning and becoming darker as I slowly became soaked in blood and pain. Mars got closer to me, but I didn't care, I just wanted to sleep, badly.

     Between blinks, Mars looked even more menacing as I began to gasp for breath, realizing he had let go of my throat. Once again, I glanced painfully at the sword with an ache in my chest.

     I was having a moment, one of those slow-motion moments you see in a movie where everything seems to freeze around the main character as he realizes how screwed they are. They see their escape, they see the villain, but they're either too injured or tied up somewhere to actually do something. They realize that they will most definitely die, yeah, that was me right now.

     But, as if I became blessed by some angel out there, when Mars lunged towards me- most likely to deliver the killing blow- I found the strength to painfully reach for the sword, and somehow I reached it.

     I aimed it at his chest, right where the core was, and weakly held it as he practically threw himself on top of me. I successfully impaled him.

     He let out a screech as he fell to his knees, then he fell silent for a few seconds, standing up once more. Without looking, he gripped the sword and ripped it out of him. He looked at it, before giving out a louder, more painful sounding scream.

     His body began to fade in and out while the robotic scream rang out, he looked like a glitch as he faded in and out faster and faster. Electricity raced up and down the blade as the glitching got worse and worse, causing me to shut my eyes tightly, adrenaline pumping through my veins and momentarily dulling the pain, until it finally just stopped.

     I opened my eyes, seeing the broken sword fall to the ground with one last clang. Mars, however, was nowhere to be seen.

     Pain seeped back into my body, and began to hear banging on the door, I recognized the voices of the other traits-my mushed brain couldn't remember their names.

     Deciding everything was safe for now, I passed out.

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