Wrath of the Predatron - Pic 78

Kursed walks up to the fallen Predatron and aims her blaster down on him. Like a turtle on back the Predatron is powerless without the use of his left arm and leg.

Kursed: It's over, Walcott. Your days of rampaging and murder are over.

Predatron: Then kill me now. That's the only way you can rid of me.

Kursed: That would be too good for you, Walcott. You're worth more alive. Once I have you back at our dimension, you will be dismantled leaving you with just your head and upper torso. What better way than to have you spend the rest of your life as a display piece in a soundproof case where you can't hear those outside and they can't hear you screaming and begging. You will set as an example to the scientists and the kin of those you murdered. And you will be just sitting on a shelf with no movement forever in confinement.

Predatron: No, you can't do this! I'd rather be dead.

Kursed: You should have thought of that before you cowardly killed my Fox. But first let me finish the first step in taking care of you.

Kursed then fires her blaster at the exposed  wires in the Predatron's right side causing his right arm and leg to suddenly fall limp as if someone turned the off switch. The Predatron is now completely immobile.

Predatron:NOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kursed: Don't go away. Others are coming.

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