She knew she was here for the last time to fight and ultimately win. Then she would head off to Zalem. And this was her life. She fought and she won. She was practically bred to win. She stared at the blaring lights and the screaming crowd, overlaid on top of the announcer's voice. How many more times would she have to believe that she could suppress her feelings and continue on. Something inside of her felt wrong. "Damn!" She swore harshly under her breath as she stomped her foot into the thick metal of the stand denting it slightly. She couldn't let them see now. She couldn't go soft and let her guard down. She had to- No! She had enough.
She ran out of the Motorball stadium ignoring the announcer and the murmurs of concern from the crowd, as her cuddly yet tough attitude crumbled around her like it was just a facade.
Something in her snapped. It wasn't right to keep telling herself that she needed to continue Hugo's dream. It was pointless. No matter if she won or not, no matter if she made people cower in fear, no matter how much power she had, people would never accept damaged goods. Up there in Zalem everyone was perfect. As she ran she could feel the hot tears streak across her face and hit the rest of her cybernetic body feeling like warm, damp prickles. She didn't stop running until she got to the same building Hugo showed her the first time they met. How many times would she be rebuilt? She couldn't stand it, she wanted her body back, she wanted to be more than a weapon, she wanted...wanted...Hugo. She remembered the time they kissed. She could feel everything all the way down to the electric, prickling pulse that beat in tandem with her heart as she kissed him. She could feel his hands caressing her body. She could feel every slight movement of pleasure, but now having the ability to feel was a disadvantage. The cold wind brushed over her body clothed in a thin sleeveless shirt and thin leggings making her shiver slightly as her human counterpart responded to the sensation. Damn it! She had left her coat in the dressing room. Why did she have to be made to feel cold and hot temperatures anyway?
There was no railing on the building and there never would be. All there was was a steep drop that might as well shatter her. She looked over the rest of her wasteland called Iron city as she sat legs dangling over the edge ready to slip into the dark void illuminated by the soft pinpricks of light from the city. She assumed that cyborgs went to heaven or well at least the human counterpart inside of them did. Maybe if she fell she could join Hugo, but maybe her body (which was stronger than his crappy one made of scrap metal) would save her. How could she go any longer without him? Cyborg or not. He was what kept her sane. But she had no choice or time to think. With fate on her side she was already falling.
Goodbye oranges,...goodbye chocolate,...goodbye Dr. Ito,...goodbye Motorball,..goodbye Iron City and Zalem. Goodbye. It wasn't worth it being broken anyway. You would just get rebuilt again, and again, and again.