A young teen crept through the woods. The snow crunched under his feet. A light snow shower sprinkled overhead, but the teen didn't feel cold. He felt determined.
Frustration clouded his mind as he walked the opposite way he wanted to walk. I can't even complete this task, he thought glumly. When he tried to turn around, he tripped and fell on to his face. He couldn't get up as his limbs moved in the wrong direction. He was very frightened and felt like he failed one of the easiest things. His ice blue eyes closed and everything went black.
The teen woke up under a blanket of snow and he had to think opposites to get into a sitting position, rather than suffocate himself in snow. He felt his platinum blond hair and noticed that it had flopped over and went completely out of style. He grunted as he attempted to get up. He eventually made it and held himself up on a skinny birch tree. Snow fell off of it and powdered his head. He felt an icy tear slide down his face.
He really didn't want to admit it, but he was lost in the woods. Father would miss him, right? He had his doubts. He was a test or at least that was what his father told him. He was an attempt at making a hero. An android that would save the world, whatever it's name was.
He knew that he was a fail and would mostly likely be left out here. He sat down and slumped over, crying. I'm useless and non existent, he thought. He let the snow slide down his face. It felt calming and comfortable. He pulled his white parka sleeves lower with effort and just barely managed to stand. Then, he immediately walked into a tree. His head hurt terribly and his eyesight began to fail. He lost his balance and blacked out.
He felt something take hold of him. Maybe father came back, he hoped. He felt like he was floating. He sighed silently and let the blackness take hold of him again.
He woke up in an unfamiliar place. He was covered in a blanket and had a heat pack on his head. He blinked a couple times to get ahold of his surroundings. The place smelled like pinecones. He attempted to lift his head off of the pillow but instead pushed it down into it. He moved his gaze up to me a pine log roof. Where am I, he wondered.
A young women entered the room he was in. She was wearing a brown parka and holding a baby. Her dusty brown hair broke out from her hood and hung down on the bridge of her nose. Her water blue eyes pooled with concern for him. All he could do was look at her.
She sat down next to him on the bed. "You're awake," she sighed. "You were so cold, I thought you were a goner!" She cradled her baby on one arm and used the other to stroke the android teens head. He locked his eyes with her. "You're still cold," she told him. "You seemed to have hypothermia, but you are completely healthy." He nodded awkwardly. I'm not human, he thought. "Do you have a name," she asked the teen. "Zacc," the teen rasped. The answer was very staticy and heavily digitized. It was not easy to understand. The women seemed to understand, however. That was something that he couldn't say about his father. "Zacc," She echoed.
After several moments the women finally responded. "I'm Cherith," she replied. "And this is my son, Mark." She stopped stroking Zacc's hair and booped Mark on the nose. "Do you have any place to stay?" Zacc looked down. I don't have a true place, he thought. "No," he sparked out. Cherith looked at Zacc thoughtfully. "You can join us," she reasoned. "Our family does a lot of hiking." She smiled. Zacc nodded clumsily. "I don't mind joining," he told her. She smiled. "I'll make sure all of us can be happy," she said.
"Though, Zacc," she reasoned. "Wouldn't your family want you back?" Zacc shook his head like a whip. "No," he beeped. "I'm not human and I have no biological family." Cherith looked confused. "If you aren't human, what are you then?" she asked. Zacc shook his head. "I'm a prototype android, or in other words, just a prototype of a coming hero," he replied. I'm just a prototype, Zacc thought. Just a prototype…
A/N: 'All But Forgotten' is on a short break. But for now, enjoy 'Prototype'.