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I realized at that moment that when Jene snapped his hand to his waist, that he was looking for these silver plated pistols. He had to of been programmed to kill, like this Bronze Seid� character, only Jene didn�t have the weapons to rely on and thus never car-ried out any attacks.
Was the Jene DeVowe I knew really a Cyborg killer?
I was beginning to think so more and more. A deprived Neoweapon.
I held the small silver pistol in my hand. It was completely silver except the black handle where the large silver plate was. Inscribed into the side, on both sides were the letters J-E-N-E. Jene. These had been made for Jene and Jene only. Did Bronze have a set too? And what about the last two?
He seemed so innocent though. Light brown hair, pulled back into a tight shoulder length ponytail, his bangs falling widely over his sunglasses. The glasses were pressed tight against his eyes, the band running back behind his ears and under his ponytail, hid-ing his dark blue eyes.
His clothes were a dull dark gray. A vest, T-shirt and baggy jeans held up by his braided black belt, the end hanging limply towards the ground. His work boots were black and looked brand new, but it was obvious they weren�t. His pants covered all of them, except the very ends that stuck out, showing the world that Jene wore shoes.
�Petri, have you ever wondered what it would be like to get away from this dreaded place we call life?�
Now Jene�s words made more sense. He must have known he was a Cyborg. A Neoweapon, built to destroy. He must have known. These thoughts wouldn�t leave my mind.
We were sitting on the steps to my house, after school, his knees in his chest and he seemed scared. But why? I think now I know. He had to have known. Fight memories of when he was younger maybe? He knew!
�Petri,� my Dad�s voice snapped me back to the present. �Hey, Petri, you okay? You�re off in some sort of dream world.�
I don�t know why, but I squared my shoulders. �Dad, I want these.�
�What?� Dennis looked at me. So did every one else. John closed the box.
�You heard me. I�ve got to. There were Jene�s, were they not? Please Dad.�
He blinked calmly. �Alright Son. I don�t quite understand why, but you�ve got your reasons. I know you and Jene were close.� He handed me the other pistol. Equal weight, but very light. What were they made of? The same metal that made up Jene�s bone structure, perhaps?
John handed me the box. �Maybe you should take some ammo too?� Blake took a box off the shelf. I nodded calmly.
What had just happened to me?!