THIRTEENTH

Someone really needs to take that arm away from my 13

Ellis screams almost immediately, his cries sharp and filled with a sharp pain as he feels his arms be pulled back in a position all too uncomfortable. He could try to move, but the bastard got him in a position that any movement would worsen the pain, it would only benefit the other android.

“STOP IT!” He pleads, the words tasting sour because Ellis never begs in a fight, he never is in such a state where he’s, well, the weakest, at the bottom. The pain is excruciating and sharp, and he knows it’s only going to get worse from here.

Panic sets in as his shoulders begin to burn with pain, feeling the blades slowly dislocate as the other’s grip tightens as he moves. “Let GO of me!”

Ellis, the one who’s known to be stubborn in a fight, who doesn’t stop until he’s unconscious, who would allow himself to be beaten mercilessly due to pride- is begging for his life. He’s lost.

"Where was mercy when ya killed all those people when fightin' Goku, Ellis? How does it feel to them, ya think, that they're just collateral damage to ya?" 13 is completely pressed against Ellis' back, knee digging into his spine with his lips whispering poison into his ear. "Where was mercy when ya murdered Keith, hm?"

13 does not hesitate to remove his gloves before his fingers dig into Ellis' left shoulder blade, his other hand doing just the same. Hearing those cries, Ellis begging was enough for 13 to smile from ear to ear, pleasure rising from those tormented pleas for help. Once he heard that satisfying pop from Ellis' shoulders becoming dislocated, he could have stopped right then and there.

He wanted more.

“Regardless of what ya believe, regardless of your delusional ideals and denial, I am real and I am you.” 13 has to keep a close eye on Ellis, his aggression is very much there and a threat. But despite this, 13 is confident he’s stronger than Ellis, an indisputable fact due to how Gero programmed. They’re linked, subconsciously and otherwise. The stronger Ellis gets, the stronger 13 does as well.

He’s dangerously close to Ellis now, but once he took another step close, he didn’t dare get any closer. “I am a constant, I won’t leave you. Not now, not ever. I am your anger, your hatred, your evil. I am everythin’ you’re supposed to be, Ellis. And it ain’t a psychological thing, I’m very much real.”

13 laughed, face closing in on Ellis’. “I will kill ya, take ya over. And I cannot wait to see the looks on Bojack’s and that lovely little 7’s faces when I slaughter them while under the pretense that I’m you.”

“DON’T TOUCH THEM!”

There was no thought, only his reaction. A burst of red aura surrounds him before Ellis quickly closes the gap between the two. But it would be obvious if he went for a punch, no, Ellis would take a note from his Bo and wrap his arms around the other android, squeezing him in a death grip as tight as he can.

“You’ll DIE before you even fuckin’ THINK of killin’ them!”

To give Ellis credit, he not only worked fast, he was unpredictable as well. But 13 was fast to adapt, getting caught in this hold didn't deter him in the slightest. He doesn't make a move, to let Ellis think he had caught him fair and square before the other could blink, 13 retaliated.

With his own burst of energy, he leans forward in Ellis' arm, bursting in a short flight to slam the other's back as hard as he can into a nearby tree and almost immediately when his grip fell, he swung Ellis around into the ground face first.

With a foot planted on his back, 13 grabbed Ellis' arms with both hands, yanking them back as far as he could. "Hope ya valued you're arms, Ellis, I'm sure Bojack's gonna miss the hell outta them!"

He coughs, his breathing less restricted and the weight literally lifted off of his chest is almost relieving. He takes his time to regain his breath before he’s lifted off of the ground with one, strong pull. He quickly yanks himself away from the other, eyeing him cautiously before he took off.

He had considered trying to out-fly him, shake him off and fly for his life but the other really did know what he was thinking. It only infuriates Ellis, how the hell did he know this?! Regardless, it didn’t take him long before he found himself at the woods where Bojack and him often trained- a subconscious choice on his part. He lands, dust kicking up in the night, and he turns, eyes glowing.

“What the hell do ya want from me?”

The entire flight had been tense, and 13 loved every minute of it. He reveled in satisfaction at the sight of the other glancing back at him with tense anxiety in his eyes. He couldn't stop himself from laughing as the two landed. “What's been up your ass, huh? Aside from the teal fella of course.”

Nothing like a good taunt to get the blood going. 13 quickly frowned though, had he forgotten his entire discussion from their last meeting? “What do I want? Oh, Ellis,” He grinned, taking a step forward. “I want a lot of things, boy.”

“Women, sex, money, power, Son Goku dead at my feet, everything ya can imagine. But there’s nothin’,” His smile grew. “I want more in the universe than YOU dead.”

@android-13

Now that was a reaction if 13 had ever seen one! He did not have this much guts during their last encounter, this Bojack really must have meant a lot to him. How adorable, the robot thought to himself. But there was much more ammo to use. “Careful with your words, son. My hand might just slip.”

Right on cue, he raised his hand to the apartment his double had been residing in not many moments ago. With the knowledge that his beloved friend, Ruby, was in there. Quite a heavy sleeper she was if she didn’t hear her own walls breaking. “I’m as curious as a cat to know if your beau’s trainin’ changed anythin’ at all, but….seein’ as you’re under my boot like a bug. Weeeell, I doubt it.”

“Stop!” He shouts indistinctivly, beads of sweat already forming on his brow from the intensity of the situation. This was really shitty, it was really, really bad. He had to be careful, think out his actions which was something he didn’t tend to do with his new training. It was usually instincts and wild, aimless punching.

He tries to exhale, the pressure from his double’s boots only making it more painful as he does so. He couldn’t risk anyone’s lives here, the noise of the crash was bound to attract attention and this man was not above to killing witnesses. Shit! How the fuck did he let his guard down?

“…we should talk somewhere else.”

Pathetic. How could he still possibly care for these miserable humans? When they treated him terribly? They were horrendous, vile little termites that did nothing but spreads diseases such as war. It disgusted him.

His smile is gone and he lowered just enough to yank his look alike from the ground. “You better move your ass quickly then or the first person who stops by, dies.” He snarled under his breath.

He wasn't bluffing either. “Don't think about bein’ a sly old fox and doin’ somethin’ stupid to shake me off. I know you, I AM you. I know your thinkin’, outmaneuverin’ me ain't gonna cut it.”