Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet, Martha sat in her house.
She looked out of the window and into the night sky worriedly. She had not heard anything from Jonathan in some time. She never even received a letter.
Suddenly, Martha saw a bright flash of light out of the corner of her eye. By the time she turned to to try to get a better look at it, it was gone.
Then, Martha heard some footsteps nearby.
"Hello?" She called out.
The Gamemaster stepped through the doorway.
"Martha, it's me, Jonathan." He said.
Martha was caught off guard, confused and frightened by The Gamemaster's appearance.
"Jonathan? My God, what happened to you?!" Martha gasped.
"I've been...hurt. But it doesn't matter. I'm here with you now, my love." He said as he stepped closer to her.
"Wait, stop!" Martha cried, trying to take it a in.
The Gamemaster paused.
"W-what?" He said, confused, and even a little hurt
"I just...you don't seem the same anymore." Martha said.
The eyes on The Gamemaster's mask formed into an expression that resembled anger.
"what?" He grunted through grit teeth. Martha was now becoming scared. She began backing away. The Ganenaster stomped toward her.
"What did you mean?!" He demanded. But Martha gave no response. Her face was twisted in an expression of shock, her mouth and eyes wide open.
The Gamemaster slowly looked down, to see a series of blades lodged in Martha's stomach. They were razor-sharp, fingerlike blades. On closer inspection, The Gamemaster saw that they were indeed fingers. The fingers of his robotic hand. And he had ejected them right at Martha.
Martha's body slumped onto the ground in a bloody heap.
"No..." The Gamemaster said as he dropped to his knees.
"No, Martha. No, no, no no no..." he blubbered as he held her in his arms. He silently sobbed to himself as he hugged Martha's lifeless corpse close to him.
He separated his fingers from the body and reattached them, staring grimly at the crimson substance that stained it.
Suddenly, there was another crying. The crying if ab infant.
Perplexed, The Gamemaster rose to his feet and investigated the sound. He wased into a room with a crib. Inside the crib was a newborn child. his child.
The Gamemaster solemnly stared at the infant, as his hand began to morph into a disintegration cannon.