Disclaimer: I do not own Cyborg 009 or anything in relation to it, I wish I did though ;_;
General warning: This story is rather dark and depressing, the weak of heart and mind are not reccomended to read this story.
Author's note: Yey X3 a 004 fic *is giddy with joy* I hope you enjoy! And please review, I do love reviews, they make the Leafy verrrry happy X3 and there will eventually be fanart for this, I'll post a link when it's up n___n
004 awoke from a deep sleep, his chest heaving and his body covered in a cold sweat that had begun to chill him to the bone. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and took a deep breath, recalling the nightmare that had beed plauging him for the past few weeks. A girl, strapped to a table somewhere, undergoing the same operation he had one through, but while his was done in a drug induced haze, she was awake, and screaming. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the image of her piercing violet eyes haunting him, accusing him. The alarm clock on the table beside him read a clean four in the morning, he knew he'd get no more sleep tonight, and opted for a hot shower instead.
He stood in the shower, letting the hot water rinse away his worries as his silver eyes stared blankly at the wall, wondering what the signifigance of the dreams was supposed to be. The metallic glint of his right hand caught his eye, he brought it up to his face, and set it against his cheek, remembering the hand he once had and what his life had been like before Black Ghost had come and ruined it. His left hand collided with the wall, a small thud the result as he sank to the floor of the shower, sefl pity washing over him like a flood.
When the water turned cold, he reluctantly turned it off and began to dry himself carefully, making sure his mechanical parts were dry before wrapping the towel around his waist and pausing in front of the mirror over the sink, the man staring back athim he barely recognized anymore, he put on a magnificent facade, one that G.B. would be envious of, but on the inside his will, his heart, and the thing dearest to him, his humanity were all breaking. Now the reality was beginning to sink in, and the more real everything became, the more he hated and resented himself.
He quickly dressed, wearing a black leather trenchcoat and gloves over a simple white button up shirt and black slacks, his moonlight colored sjin was a glimmering testament that he rarely left home now, and his quicksilver hair, a trait inherited from his parents. The streets were cast in a cold pre-dawn light and deserted, leaving only the homeless sleeping on apartment stoops for warmth as proof that any people actually lived here. The pale cold moon still hung in the sky, cheshire grin mocking him as its silver light flowed over him, making him look even more like an etherial being. A tiny coffee shop called to him, beconing him inside the dimly lit interior, the soothing smells and sounds of freshly brewing coffee a welcome distraction from his routine.
"What'll it be mister?" A plainly dressed waitress asked, her fried hair piled atop her head, overdone peacock blue eyeshadow glared at him from above her eyes, as she irritatedly chewed a piece of bubblegum. "Just a cup of coffee." He said dully, staring out the window, waiting for her to return. She came back quickly, setting the brimming cup in front of him, staring at him oddly for a moment before going back to washing cups and pots. Beside her, a small tv blared the morning news, a pair of anchors chatting candidly. His first dip of the searing coffee was interrupted as the anchors began chatting about a young woman with black hair and violet eyes that had gone missing recently. He looked over at the tv, eyes wide and unbelieving as the face of the girl on the screen was the same girl who haunted his dreams. A cold chill ran down his spine at the realization that the dream might not have been a dream after all. He quickly finished his coffee, paid the waitress and ran back to his flat at top speed, bursting through the door and grabbing the phone from its cradle, dialing quickly.
"Hello?" A confused voice asked from the other end of the line, "Hey, 003, its 004, I need to speak with the professor right away." He said urgently, pacing around the room as he waited, then explained the whole story to the professor and waited with baited breath for the professor to give him an answer. "Could it be possible that perhaps we've missed one of Black Ghost's bases?" The professor wondered aloud, as 004 began to wear a hole in the carpet from his pacing. "I have to know." 004 growled, mostly to himself, a feeling of hopelessness beginning to fill his chest. "There is one that we didn't blow up, but it had been abandoned before we reached it, is it possible that perhaps some of Black Ghost's followers went back and started up the cyborg operation once more?" The professor hypothesized as 004's eyes widened, remembering the base clearly. "Professor, do you still have the dolphin?" He cut in, interrupting the professor's train of thought, "Well, yes we do, why?" He asked feeling confused. "Good, call 002 and 009, tell them to meet me at your place tomorrow." He said as the doctor stuttered, "If this girl dies, then I'll never be able to forgive myself." 004 said, and hung up the phone, turning to his closet and pulling out his old uniform and running to his car, preparing himself for the day and a half drive ahead of himself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Is it good? you like? yes? no? maybe? please review, warning, all flaming will be printed and used to toast marshmallows... mmmm.... s'mores.... n____n;;
General warning: This story is rather dark and depressing, the weak of heart and mind are not reccomended to read this story.
Author's note: Yey X3 a 004 fic *is giddy with joy* I hope you enjoy! And please review, I do love reviews, they make the Leafy verrrry happy X3 and there will eventually be fanart for this, I'll post a link when it's up n___n
004 awoke from a deep sleep, his chest heaving and his body covered in a cold sweat that had begun to chill him to the bone. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and took a deep breath, recalling the nightmare that had beed plauging him for the past few weeks. A girl, strapped to a table somewhere, undergoing the same operation he had one through, but while his was done in a drug induced haze, she was awake, and screaming. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the image of her piercing violet eyes haunting him, accusing him. The alarm clock on the table beside him read a clean four in the morning, he knew he'd get no more sleep tonight, and opted for a hot shower instead.
He stood in the shower, letting the hot water rinse away his worries as his silver eyes stared blankly at the wall, wondering what the signifigance of the dreams was supposed to be. The metallic glint of his right hand caught his eye, he brought it up to his face, and set it against his cheek, remembering the hand he once had and what his life had been like before Black Ghost had come and ruined it. His left hand collided with the wall, a small thud the result as he sank to the floor of the shower, sefl pity washing over him like a flood.
When the water turned cold, he reluctantly turned it off and began to dry himself carefully, making sure his mechanical parts were dry before wrapping the towel around his waist and pausing in front of the mirror over the sink, the man staring back athim he barely recognized anymore, he put on a magnificent facade, one that G.B. would be envious of, but on the inside his will, his heart, and the thing dearest to him, his humanity were all breaking. Now the reality was beginning to sink in, and the more real everything became, the more he hated and resented himself.
He quickly dressed, wearing a black leather trenchcoat and gloves over a simple white button up shirt and black slacks, his moonlight colored sjin was a glimmering testament that he rarely left home now, and his quicksilver hair, a trait inherited from his parents. The streets were cast in a cold pre-dawn light and deserted, leaving only the homeless sleeping on apartment stoops for warmth as proof that any people actually lived here. The pale cold moon still hung in the sky, cheshire grin mocking him as its silver light flowed over him, making him look even more like an etherial being. A tiny coffee shop called to him, beconing him inside the dimly lit interior, the soothing smells and sounds of freshly brewing coffee a welcome distraction from his routine.
"What'll it be mister?" A plainly dressed waitress asked, her fried hair piled atop her head, overdone peacock blue eyeshadow glared at him from above her eyes, as she irritatedly chewed a piece of bubblegum. "Just a cup of coffee." He said dully, staring out the window, waiting for her to return. She came back quickly, setting the brimming cup in front of him, staring at him oddly for a moment before going back to washing cups and pots. Beside her, a small tv blared the morning news, a pair of anchors chatting candidly. His first dip of the searing coffee was interrupted as the anchors began chatting about a young woman with black hair and violet eyes that had gone missing recently. He looked over at the tv, eyes wide and unbelieving as the face of the girl on the screen was the same girl who haunted his dreams. A cold chill ran down his spine at the realization that the dream might not have been a dream after all. He quickly finished his coffee, paid the waitress and ran back to his flat at top speed, bursting through the door and grabbing the phone from its cradle, dialing quickly.
"Hello?" A confused voice asked from the other end of the line, "Hey, 003, its 004, I need to speak with the professor right away." He said urgently, pacing around the room as he waited, then explained the whole story to the professor and waited with baited breath for the professor to give him an answer. "Could it be possible that perhaps we've missed one of Black Ghost's bases?" The professor wondered aloud, as 004 began to wear a hole in the carpet from his pacing. "I have to know." 004 growled, mostly to himself, a feeling of hopelessness beginning to fill his chest. "There is one that we didn't blow up, but it had been abandoned before we reached it, is it possible that perhaps some of Black Ghost's followers went back and started up the cyborg operation once more?" The professor hypothesized as 004's eyes widened, remembering the base clearly. "Professor, do you still have the dolphin?" He cut in, interrupting the professor's train of thought, "Well, yes we do, why?" He asked feeling confused. "Good, call 002 and 009, tell them to meet me at your place tomorrow." He said as the doctor stuttered, "If this girl dies, then I'll never be able to forgive myself." 004 said, and hung up the phone, turning to his closet and pulling out his old uniform and running to his car, preparing himself for the day and a half drive ahead of himself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Is it good? you like? yes? no? maybe? please review, warning, all flaming will be printed and used to toast marshmallows... mmmm.... s'mores.... n____n;;