IT'S ME!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Okay, so I know that this isn't an "original" plot idea, but READ IT ANYWAY. Pwease?
Anyway, I want to continually thank and kiss Cybovac's feet for Beta reading this. It made it a lot better. Trust me.
Edit: I edited some crap. :D
Chapter Uno
The brightness of the day slowly dulled as the sun began to slowly set in the east, signifying that this glorious day was coming to a close
Well, glorious to others, perhaps, but not to the fourteen year old boy huddled in a corner of a deserted alley way. Shuggazoom was completely oblivious to the teenager's pain, and even if they did know, the fourteen year old was sure that they wouldn't care. No one else seemed to.
His delicate body was badly bruised. His blue jeans were cut in the places his legs were cut, and his red not-as-badly-torn sweater covered his arms that held deep scars that made their way down his arm, blood oozing down like a dangerous stream, but the boy didn't seem to notice. He was lost in his sorrow.
His once shiny and thick black hair was dulled and messy, the tufts of hair that naturally stuck up above his forehead drooped sadly. His large, blue eyes were glassy with tears. Those same eyes that used to hold such happiness and a twinkle that could brighten anyone's day were dull. Anyone who looked into them would probably feel a twinge of sadness at such negative emotions that shone so clearly in those eyes. Unhappiness, pain, sorrow, loneliness.
His flushed face dug deeper into his knees as his tears were absorbed by the tattered pants. After a few more minutes of the heart-wrenching sobs that erupted from the teenager, he managed to gain control of himself. Opening his eyes he took on an emotionless look. His blue eyes glanced down at his arms and sighed. It wouldn't have been so bad if they didn't have knives.
He was taking his lonely walk back to the war zone that he called a home when he was roughly grabbed and thrown into an alley. It was a couple of stronger guys at from his school. He had managed to avoid them for about a week now, and they claimed that they needed to catch up on time. 'What jerks.' He had thought while he closed his eyes in preparation.
After a torturous half an hour, they finally decided that he was punished enough and left the poor boy to lick his wounds.
So here he was, trying to catch his breath and get enough energy to make it home.
Home. He outwardly cringed. It was really late and he was going to be in so much trouble.
When he was seven, his mother was killed in a car accident. She had been driving the young boy to a friend's house. Chiro, the boy, was badly injured, but he survived.
His father blamed him for the accident. He said that if Chiro hadn't wanted to go to a friend's house he wouldn't be missing his wife. Chiro was hurt when he was blamed, for he knew it wasn't his fault. His father even tried to not pay the bills when he was in the hospital. But one of the nurses had pity on the boy and paid the bills herself. When he was returned to his home good as new…
That's when the torment began.
His father began to beat him horribly. Chiro had tried to get help from his friends, but they were too scared that they would get hurt too. He tried to stay bright-eyed for a few months, convinced that it would end soon, but after awhile, those sparkly blue eyes faded, and he began to believe that the accident was all his fault. When he was ten, his "punishments," as his father put it, grew worse when he got remarried. The only real reason why he got remarried was because he was lonely. Chiro pitied him for that.
Her name was Anita. She was relatively pretty. Her long red hair twinkled slightly when the light hit it well enough, and her green eyes glowed. Anita was fairly nice to Chiro, and that gave him hope. When she and his father were married, he had a nice few weeks. Anita was kind to him and his father stopped for the sake of his new wife. But after awhile, Anita began to go after him. Chiro is still convinced to this day that he had done something very wrong to cause his new mother to attack him too. Then the bullies started.
The black haired boy stood slowly. He needed to try and get home, so he could tend to his wounds before he passed out from blood loss. He took one shaky step, then another. He kept this slow pace up for awhile before he gained more energy and walked a little more confidently.
He made it home at twilight. Not wanting to get any more injuries for the night, he carefully climbed up to his bedroom window and fell into the room. Tired from his extrusions, he limped over to the door and locked it. When he felt safe, he plopped onto the bed and sighed with relief, and fell asleep. He'll clean himself up tomorrow…
It was around midnight when Chiro woke up to the sound of his door being pounded on.
"Open the door, you little brat!" An female voice yelled.
Knowing that if he didn't obey it would be worse for him later, he took a deep breath and walked over to the door. He had only opened it a crack when an angry woman pushed it open the rest of the way. Chiro stumbled back a bit but didn't fall.
"You were late today. I don't know how you sneaked past us, but I know that you were late." As his stepmother glared at him, Chiro noticed something swinging in her hand. He gulped when he realized that it was a belt.
Sunlight streamed through the window and landed annoyingly in the face of the black haired boy laying unconscious on his bed. Chiro's face scrunched up in distaste. His blue eyes fluttered open before abruptly closing in pain as last nights events hit him.
Rising from his lying position on the bed, careful not to hurt his abused back, he limped over to the bathroom. He needed a bubble bath.
Five minutes later, Chiro was resting peacefully in his bathtub, the water turning slightly pinkish as the crusted blood washed off.
As he soaked, he let his mind wander. He thought what it would be like to have a real family again. In his mind he was sure that would never happen, but a gut feeling told him otherwise…
With a sigh he climbed out of the tub and unplugged the drain. As he watched the water go down, he concentrated on the feeling in his heart. It was like... it was telling him that his wish would be granted soon. But that could never happen… could it?
As he walked back into his room to get some clothes, something shiny out the window caught his eye.
Curious, he stepped closer to the window and looked out. There was a silver… ball that just stuck up over the wall of trees in the distance. Mentally he wondered why he didn't notice it sooner but immediately squashed it. At least he had something to do after school.
1
His breath came out in short puffs as he raced across the sidewalk.
"Get back here, dweeb!" the angry voice of one of the school bullies, B.T, yelled. Chiro forced himself to run faster as pounding feet chased after him. Finally he crossed into a grassy area. He actually smiled. He'd been in the outskirts of the city once before, but he knew that he would be safe in the trees. B.T and Glenny weren't the ones that had hurt him yesterday, but he knew that he would be in trouble if they caught him.
With a jump, he grabbed one of the branches of a nearby tree. With a grunt he pulled himself up into the tree and got situated right when the two bullies caught up with him.
"Dude, where'd 'e go?" He heard Glenny ask.
"Eh, who cares? We'll get him tomarra." And with that, they stalked off.
Chiro stayed in the tree for five minutes to catch his breath and make sure the jerks were gone. He smiled again "Wow, two smiles in one day, a new record" He muttered sarcastically. although he was proud of himself for escaping half of the day's torment.
Climbing down the tree some what gracefully, he began to walk in a direction where he thought he saw the "silver ball". There had been no sign of that silver ball yet, and he wondered if he just imagined it. 'But even if I did imagine it,' he thought, 'at least something different would be good for me!'
As he wondered around the area he noticed a randomly placed can. He kicked at it gently and it rolled away a little. He continued walking and when he reached the can again, he kicked it. With a small smile, he chased after it and kicked it again.
He kicked it a few more times before letting it roll away. He sighed and began looking around. Something shiny caught his attention from the corner of his eye, and he looked over.
He froze.
In front of him was a giant robot. Its torso was square with what metal and attached to it was four tubes made out of flexible-looking metal. The robot's fists were resting neatly by its sides and its big boxy feet stood side by side. His eyes traveled higher to the robot's square head. It had two large eyes that seemed to look down at him, and there was also a little rectangle-like mouth under the eyes. On top of its head was the silver ball on a giant pin-like supporting pillar. He also noticed that it was mossy, so he guessed that it hadn't been used in awhile.
"Wow…" Chiro muttered, a curious sparkle growing in his eyes. He warily walked forwards, as if waiting for some horrible creature to pop out and attack him. He stopped a few feet away from the left foot of the robot and looked at it with a thoughtful gaze. Carefully he raised his arm and gently brushed his fingers against the cool metal.
Suddenly a door shot open. With a shriek of surprise he ran and hid behind a tree. He stared for awhile, breathing slowly so that he could slow his heartbeat. The door didn't do anything and after awhile he approached it again. He peeked inside and looked around. It looked peaceful enough.
"Maybe I could escape here some days," He said to himself. He cautiously stepped into the foot and looked around some more. As soon as he was fully in and a little ways away from the door, it closed shut on him.
Chiro screamed bloody murder and tried to turn around to escape, but he found out that it was way too dark to do anything. Gulping in fear, he carefully walked forward, not really sure where he was going. He took a few more steps forward before he suddenly ran into a wall.
"Ouch!" Chiro exclaimed, rubbing his offended nose. But before he could step back, the "ground" under him began to shake.
"What the--…?" He muttered before screaming as he was shot up the tube. When he calmed down enough to think, he figured he was on an elevator like thing shooting up.
The farther he went up, the brighter everything was. An orangish light surrounded him, allowing him to look around some.
When the elevator stopped, he cautiously stepped out and looked around. It was a rather plain. A large screen with a control panel, six round chairs a ways off, and a giant lever in the middle of the room. But when he turned around, he gasped and stared wide-eyed at what he saw. In five more elevator tubes of varying colors, suspended in what looked like sleep, were five monkeys.
"Monkeys?" He cautiously stepped closer and looked inside. He then noticed that they were covered in metal.
"Metal monkeys?" Chiro pondered, looking closer.
"No…robot monkeys." He discovered quietly before smiling in wonderment. "Cool…"
He tried to decipher what the looked like. They had big round eyes that were black, one had pink, and another had yellow eyes. They had on what looked like a helmet on the top of their heads and their ears slightly resembled satellites and Chiro guessed that they probably were. Their tube like arms almost resembled smaller versions of the giant robot's. Their legs were long and skinny with white paws at the end and their tails looked like regular tails… only with what looked like a silver rattle snake looking thing at the end of it. They were all different colors; Black, blue, red, yellow, and green.
"I wonder how you turn them on?" He asked himself, turning to look at the room again. His eyes immediately locked on the lever in the middle of the room.
Excited about the possibility of waking up the robots, he ran over to the lever and pulled it down.
There was a moment's pause, and then the room turned green. Before Chiro could let go of the lever, the green light flew down and entered him. Chiro immediately screamed in pain. His body sparkled with energy. It hurt badly, but he felt other things as well. Power, strength, and a calming sensation. The calming sensation, although, was quickly overruled by the burning sensation of his wounds. With one last scream he dashed towards the "elevator". When he reached it he subconsciously noticed that the doors to the other elevators were opening.
That seemed to scare him even more, so much that he forgot that the reason he pulled the lever in the first place was to re-awaken the monkey robots.
His wounds thumped painfully as he impatiently waited for the elevator to land. While he went down he clutched at his arms and did a little dance on the spot. The pain and the events kept running through his head, keeping the adrenaline fresh. As soon as he hit ground he charged out of the robot and ran blindly through the outskirts.
When he finally stopped, he realized that he was in the city and it was almost dark.
"Well, well, well… look who we have here."