Night in the Museum

There was a crackle of energy from an artifact that had been on display since the opening of this very establishment. The object in question was a simple pendant that was thought to belong to a great knight or king from medieval times in Europe. Through various tests and scrying, there was not a single sign that this little thing held anything that would pose a danger to anyone. But if one were to walk by it now, there would be a very vile and detestable air flowing from this piece of history. The pendant shook and twitched as if a magnet was pulling on it. The magical safeguards against theft triggered, having detected magic involved. The whole building felt a light tremor as all the metal shutters fell to lock it all down. Emergency lights flickered on and an alarm sounded, barely masking the sound of glass shattering. The pendant was on the ground now, quaking in place as the gems on it cracked. Something was trapped inside and it wanted out. There was a loud crack as the gems all shattered into fine dust, which formed into a cloud. Soon, the displays shook from where they hung, getting more violent as seconds passed until they were all ripped out. From the room came the clattering and clanging of metals along with the piercing grating of metal against metal. It all held together somewhat, clumping into a mass of now-ruined museum pieces. As if something was guiding it, the clump of metal burst through a door to access the rest of the museum. It roamed the halls, ripping weapon replicas from their holders and decommissioned equipment into pieces only to add it to the clump. The cameras were witnesses to all this happening. As the anomaly quickly grew, the clump took form, looking more humanoid the more it consumed. A metal maiden now stood at the middle of the WWII exhibit where it fully took form. A black mist surrounded it, leaking out from the imperfections of its form. It let out a shrill shriek with a thousand voices that caused the lenses of the cameras to shatter. The mist spread out, picking up more material and adding it to the now-feminine clump of old war junk, patching up where needed.

Hovering a feet off the ground, she was finally complete. Heavy breathing could be heard coming from her, distorted by the mask. She looked around the room, now stripped of useful materials. She grew increasingly panicked, her head darting from one side to another. She was trapped here, and she wasn't happy about it. She raised her arm up towards a wall and three of the swords strewn around her body popped out into the air, pointed to her chosen escape route. They all lunged through the air, but bounced off the shutters. She growled angrily as the turret on her shoulder took its turn. It fired a shell that created a fireball upon impact. War was pushed back by the recoil of her turret, and then by the resulting shockwave. She scraped across the floor like a little manikin. On the bright side, the shutter was damaged. Two more shots and she could get out.

War picked herself up with a distorted whine. But to her surprise, there was a flash and immediately thought there was an enemy nearby. She turned and brandished a cutlass she pulled out from her armaments and roared at the figure trying to hide. She held her weapon above her head and levitated a few inches off the ground and lunged herself towards his general direction, kicking the ground to get her forward momentum going. She screamed with a dozen voices all saying the same thing. "DIE!"

War missed and crashed into the shutters, embedding her sword into the metal. No matter how hard she pulled, it was stuck. Enraged, she screamed and snapped the blade in half. It was more than enough to take care of one enemy. She listened for the sound of running, which was not that difficult to find. She floated through the rooms, growling. The turret twitched, following her gaze. The enemy was close by, she could feel it. BOOM! A shell exploded in a small exhibit room, whizzing by down the hall before impact. "FIGHT ME!" it screamed. It stopped levitating, preferring walking this time. Each of her footsteps were heavy as one would expect from 200kgs of metallic mass. She wielded her broken cutlass while her gaze quickly was quickly thrown to one place or another. "COWARD!"

War became more and more agitated as the search continued to be fruitless. Where was this worm?! He could not be allowed to escape! The pain demands blood! And just like that, her prey scampered, running scared with a pathetic taunt thrown at her. With another scream, she chased as four spears materialized behind her. Immediately after taking shape, they whizzed through the air as if shot out like harpoons. The turret had yet to be reloaded, but it continued to point towards War's latest victim. Any moment now it could fire and end all this.