Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
A/N: I was sucked into a new fandom. It's been happening a lot lately and I only have myself to blame. I'm hoping this will give me the needed boost to continue writing my other stuff.
/groans
un-beta'd
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Systems Online.
Directive?
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Marcus feels hard objects pressing against him from all sides. He has little room to move and frowns when he realizes his leg is wedged between two boulders. It takes a lot of effort and energy to free his leg with only one arm. He claws his way out of the rubble and crawls away from the fallen debris to sit against a wall away from the damage.
He feels drained. The super strength he'd once flaunted over the others is gone.
The sparking wires on his arm break his thoughts and he runs a full diagnostic scan. He reads through the report quickly noting the majority of his functions are marked "OFFLINE" and "CRITICAL" in red blinking letters while a few say "AT RISK" in orange.
There's little he can do to repair himself in a broken down lab. There's also a chance Donald Davenport will return with the others to dig for information concerning his creator. He stands deciding his best solution is to find a new hideout and a way to fix the more noticeable injuries. Digging through the wreckage he finds several pieces of cord to make a temporary sling to keep his arm out of the way. After another search he finds pieces of wire to tie a few metal pieces that might be useful around his torso.
Marcus hugs the wall as a way to help him move around. He can't even will himself to feel embarrassment when he has to creep over and under objects blocking his way.
His right arm is useless, his right eye can barely distinguish the shapes around him, and his right leg gives him a horrible limp but he continues because he won't let himself die underground, alone and forgotten.
It's dark by the time he reaches the outside world. There's a strange rattle coming from his chest and a clicking noise from his neck when he turns his head but he ignores it. It isn't until now that he realizes there's no pain. A quick look at the diagnostic report informs him most of his pain receptors are compromised.
He moves forward to keep as much distance between himself and Mission Creek. The map grid is still fuzzy and spins as if not sure which direction is North. The dent behind his head can only mean his Wi-fi would be unavailable to double check his location.
He walks as fast as his limbs allow him. He's sighs in relief when he enters the forest surrounding the town. He spends the rest of the day continuing his journey and only stops when it becomes nightfall. He sits underneath a bowed tree hoping the large branches will shield him from anyone wandering this far in the dark.
He runs his working hand over the immobile arm inspecting the wires and tubes wrapped around the metal skeleton. The gears in his elbow are crushed and burnt wires poke out of the protective case they were bundled in. Several hoses are torn allowing a red liquid resembling blood to sluggishly drip out. When he feels the back of his shoulder he realizes something in that area must have broken down, too. He moves on, without someones help he has no way to fix something he can't see or reach.
He bends forward pulling up his torn jeans and sees it immediately. The synthetic skin is torn and the metal knee sticking out is twisted and bent from the boulders that landed on him. Marcus sighs, knowing there's no quick fix for that either. He unties the wires around his chest to release the few pieces of metal he salvaged to create a crude splint for his knee. He doesn't want to chance adding too much weight and breaking the rest of his leg off.
He slides his hand under his shirt feeling the weight of the broken arm as he inspects his torso. The ribs on his right are caved in and the flesh surrounding the area feels burnt. He's surprised he's still mobile after all the damage he's received.
As if afraid he touches his face lightly feeling the jagged tears in his skin from his right temple down to his neck. He probably looks like something out of a horror movie. He blinks in surprise when he feels his right ear is missing but is glad he hasn't lost his hearing.
His best option is to go into sleep mode to cool down and start traveling again in a few hours.
Entering Power Save Mode...
tbc