En had been a bit afraid himself when Kelly moved forward. Too surprised to fight him, En had followed along in the force of Kelly’s pull once En’s back had touched the glass. He studied Kelly’s face up close then, pulled into the other person, own cheek taking on Kelly's breath before En was turned.
His cheek was not so warm anymore, when he saw her on the metal chunk, her arms lit up on the shreds swimming around the little motor. Her expression was heartbreaking. At first, she was fearful, and then confused. In the end she moved her fingers, slowly taking shape in silicone, toward her throat, he lips shaping a circle as though she wasn't be able to breathe. As though she was alive.
En pushed Kelly away to get closer to the glass, slamming his palm against it. He turned back, frantic, to look at his friend. Those silver, black framed irises were vivid with a beacon for help. En himself didn’t know what Kelly might do to answer that silent call. Soon he pushed passed his only company to tear things down the closes slab. Plastic containers and long since dead plants. He kicked the things he’d spread on the floor out of pure frustration, looking over his shoulder again at his sister, who pressed a fully formed hand at the curved glass, her eyes darting from Kelly to En.
He roared and swiped his arm over a cart to free it of light plastic and bagged earth. “Move.” He warned Kelly before he got behind the cart, pushing it toward the tub. The ingenuity from insanity resulted in a tall crack. En tried the cart a couple of more times until he started throwing himself against the glass. On the third desperate attempt, the web of destruction spread fast over the clear surface, the melody of undone glass loud and then deafening. The liquid became white water, bursting out, toppling the big brother and sweeping him into Kelly’s legs.
The machine was pulled from its chords and also bathed in its former life supply. It stood. No sounds of joints rolling or moving. Good tech. The clear silicone was filling in, flesh color. His Au Oba stroke her own hair.
“Hmmgg…” something said in his head. He lifted his wet brow. “..why so much noise, Ki Oby? Why can’t boys be quiet?” she asked. His eyes widened.
“Kelly…” he said, pushing himself up against a sturdy table. “T-that’s not my sister.”
The girl, naked, white with pink details smiled. It took on Kelly's blond hair, same length, but kept the feminine design on its cranium, cheekbones. It braved the shards spread between it and the boys. No blood in her wake. En stood to say something, and she ducked under his arms and past him to stand face to face with Kelly. “Sup, dude?” En's words, many voices. “Can’t handle these here umphz?” fewer voices, females, some of them screaming, some of them singing. "umphz." Longer Z. Only a handful of voice now. She grabbed his hands and took it to her neck. "This junk really should have been cut loose.." his voice, women singing. “Can’t handle these here umphz?” she had a voice now, it was pitchy. Her hip started to move in the offensive way, side to side, that En's had. it looked strange, almost inhuman, with her narrow legs. Her neck and head were still, eyes on him, her lower body moving almost independent. "These here umphz."