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24 ran through the Emptiness, dust starting to cake his legs and feet, one of the threads on his bow shredded. He had never had to run so far before--he hadn't even been out in the Emptiness before.

'Am I still being followed?'

The young stitchpunk stole a glance behind him.

Nothing.

24 let out a sigh of relief. He must have lost the thing chasing him...

A blur of movement.

24 tensed. Looking around in terror, he backed up slowly.

'I promised 23 I'd be back! I just wanted to find a nice present for her...I promised I'd be back!'

Suddenly, something jumped out from behind a tower of junk. With a thump, it landed right in front of 24. It raised its head slowly, the gear on its left optic glinting in the dimming sunlight. Flexing its grated, copper claws, it advanced toward the horrified stitchpunk. On its face was a sadistic, insane smile.

The gear looked awfully familiar...

"25?" 24 gasped. "Wh-what are you doing?"

25 said nothing. 24 kept backing up until he hit something hard. A brick wall. Splattered messily on it in green paint--

RESIST.

25 stopped moving. He stared at the word with tiny pupils. "Resist," he muttered in an eerily calm voice. He turned back to 24. "Humans can't resist. They didn't resist. No one can resist the beasts." 25 gestured to the large red patches on his body. "That is why I chose beasts. Why resist them? They rule all. You need to understand that."

24 quivered. Where was he going with this?

25 shook his burlap head. "You don't understand, do you?"

24, finding a little courage, stood up straighter. "The beasts are evil, 25. I'll never join their side. Neither will any of the Murlocks."

25 glared at him. "Then maybe I need to send them a little message."

24 lost the little courage he had before. Glancing left or right down the brick wall in despair, he tried to look for a way out.

But there was none. The pale stitchpunk was cornered, cornered by a mad, deranged monster.

"You're one of us!" 24 cried, trying to reach the burlap stitchpunk. "One of us!"

His words did nothing. 25 smiled his insane smile, flexed his claws again, and lunged.
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For 's above and beyond contest! Using the theme Cornered!
The change: This is a lot darker than my usual pics(and fics). Also I spent a lot more time on the details and shading, and the style of stitchpunk is a little different--like a combination of my style and 'real' style.
This is also kind of a prediction of how 's 24 died--did 25 kill really him? That's what I think, but who knows??
Enjoy! Not sure if I'll win the contest, but I still really like how this came out!

24, 25, and '9U' belong to
stitchpunk concept belongs to Shane Acker

Description
24 ran through the Emptiness, dust starting to cake his legs and feet, one of the threads on his bow shredded. He had never had to run so far before--he hadn't even been out in the Emptiness before.

'Am I still being followed?'

The young stitchpunk stole a glance behind him.

Nothing.

24 let out a sigh of relief. He must have lost the thing chasing him...

A blur of movement.

24 tensed. Looking around in terror, he backed up slowly.

'I promised 23 I'd be back! I just wanted to find a nice present for her...I promised I'd be back!'

Suddenly, something jumped out from behind a tower of junk. With a thump, it landed right in front of 24. It raised its head slowly, the gear on its left optic glinting in the dimming sunlight. Flexing its grated, copper claws, it advanced toward the horrified stitchpunk. On its face was a sadistic, insane smile.

The gear looked awfully familiar...

"25?" 24 gasped. "Wh-what are you doing?"

25 said nothing. 24 kept backing up until he hit something hard. A brick wall. Splattered messily on it in green paint--

RESIST.

25 stopped moving. He stared at the word with tiny pupils. "Resist," he muttered in an eerily calm voice. He turned back to 24. "Humans can't resist. They didn't resist. No one can resist the beasts." 25 gestured to the large red patches on his body. "That is why I chose beasts. Why resist them? They rule all. You need to understand that."

24 quivered. Where was he going with this?

25 shook his burlap head. "You don't understand, do you?"

24, finding a little courage, stood up straighter. "The beasts are evil, 25. I'll never join their side. Neither will any of the Murlocks."

25 glared at him. "Then maybe I need to send them a little message."

24 lost the little courage he had before. Glancing left or right down the brick wall in despair, he tried to look for a way out.

But there was none. The pale stitchpunk was cornered, cornered by a mad, deranged monster.

"You're one of us!" 24 cried, trying to reach the burlap stitchpunk. "One of us!"

His words did nothing. 25 smiled his insane smile, flexed his claws again, and lunged.
~~~~
For 's above and beyond contest! Using the theme Cornered!
The change: This is a lot darker than my usual pics(and fics). Also I spent a lot more time on the details and shading, and the style of stitchpunk is a little different--like a combination of my style and 'real' style.
This is also kind of a prediction of how 's 24 died--did 25 kill really him? That's what I think, but who knows??
Enjoy! Not sure if I'll win the contest, but I still really like how this came out!

24, 25, and '9U' belong to
stitchpunk concept belongs to Shane Acker