Here I was just raiding my fridge for anything to devour only to find to my disappointment no more than a stick of butter present on one of the glass shelves. There was no way I was about to risk eating pure fat. It was time to go grocery shopping. In my wallet, to my dismay was about ten dollars. Just where had all the money had gone? Oh, that's right. My rent was demolishing my pay.
I'd be skipping around, which you wouldn't see a serious-looking guy doing often with my paycheck tightly gripped in my hands. There was that harsh reality in which the rent to live in that house would be more than half of what was earned. Never was sticking to a budget easy when everything was so appealing and most of the healthy stuff cost extra. It was a miracle someone offered me a place to stay for the time being but the drawback was how greedy that person had revealed to be. So far, no other offers had been found. Oh well, it's not like it's everything I've gotten.
Being a 17-year old boy with a high dexterity car could be one of the positives in life. The tenant wasn't entirely an evil man when he decided to pay for the car minus the fuel. In spare time I'd be messing around at the junkyard. Who would've known people would throw out such high quality metals still good to use? With all sorts of misunderstood junk I spotted there after countless vists, my car was soon unbreakable. Car accident injuries weren't too be worried about except for the other wheel. Thinking about that pro in hands- on projects, if I could upgrade people's cars, wouldn't my talent grant some earnings? Oh well, this was the present. Right now, I had to focus on getting decent food on the table…er mat.
It was a smooth ride on the black road lined with yellow and white lines. The vehicle never failing to do its job navigated through the moderately populated streets while providing the radio music. The windows were slid down, making the breezy wind blow through my jet-black hair. At the sight of the large building with large, fluorescent letters, my car turned into the parking lot to an empty spot. Quickly, I got out of the car, slammed the door shut, locked the doors and jogged to the entrance.
It wasn't the best experience at the store. Picking only two apples without giving a slight thought on the ones on top of it, an avalanche occurred. Trying to keep a serious image so no one would ever mess with me wasn't entirely difficult. It's just those occasional mess-ups. Well, I got some apples and then went on to buying a loaf of bread, cheap frozen dinners, pre-made salads, and a carton of eggs. That would last for at least a week or two. After the purchase which surprisingly went normal, I landed into the driver's seat and drove a mile or two back to home sweet home.
The house was a tan two story building with the top floor being my resident. The arched roof had dark brown tiles and there were two ways into the house total. A garage was a couple of feet away from the somewhat large house, almost a duplicate in appearance. I was heading to the back door with the house keys entrusted to me before taking in the groceries. The man who owned this house, one who was middle-aged and losing his hair was out watering the rose bushes.
"Oh, Kaine have you paid your rent yet?" The landlord gave a joyful grin. Don't be fooled. He's not actually very nice. Paying for the car was his wife's idea.
"Yes….It's on the coffee table." I answered, no eye contact involved. Tossing my keys aside, I went back out to gather my shopping bags and carefully transfer everything into my own personal mini fridge. Just then did the earth rumble for a slight second. "What?"
I could hear the faintness of an engine roaring from above. It must've been a plane ready to land. The airport wasn't too far from here. I was well aware it wasn't possibly an air carrier when this green light went flying towards the garage of the owner's home. There was this loud "KABOOM" and crash. Smoke covered the whole sky. In that smoke I could see a huge chunk of the garage's sturdy tiled roof missing. There was also a large flame. Dialing 911 in the instant, I came to feel another devastating shake, this time one of a large landing. My balance was almost lost as I struggled to stay standing. The blue cell phone went tumbling into a puddle of water. I could almost hear the hovering of some object in the sky. It was ear-piercing.
I cowered down to the ground, going against the solid brick wall of the garage and looked up to the sky. Honestly, I had no clue on what I was seeing. It was clouded in pollution and behind that smoke would a towering giant. With a closer look when the fog came to disperse I could see it was manufactured of some sort of unidentified metal painted to a desired color. There was one, a navy green shade.
It had two light green legs shielded in armor plates. Now after looking closer, it was covered in armor. Some sort of white fin or mow hawk with one spot of orange was on the head of this weird machine. If I wasn't mistaken, there were wings, blending with the color of the object. It could've been based on a human with two arms, hands, movable fingers, legs, and feet. The only thing that had separated it from that would be the one pink/red dot in the center of a black lens. It moved around and if it was on the face, it was assumingly the eye.
"Crap, did I get into a car crash or something? This is unbelievable…"
Soon, the dot in the center of the rectangular screen moved towards the right in which it looked directly at me. I flinched for a second. What if this was some alien come to dominate Earth due to our wasteful pleads? That definitely wouldn't be good. Suddenly a blast of light came darting through the atmosphere and aiming towards the human-like thing. From where the beam of light had approached from would be this gigantic gun carried by an air force plane shaped object. There were orange barrels surrounding the back of it.
The human-object I began to call a robot now shifted to the side, causing abrupt damage to the pavement of the neighborhood. Was anyone around to call 911? The owner was dialing on his home phone. That was something to be hopeful about….okay maybe not.
"I-it's….this huge robot thing destroying my house!" He had shouted into the phone. That was a convincing way to get help. "You've got to help! I can't pay for these repairs!"
It could've been a selfish thought but I could care less about the house. The lasers were fascinating to watch although it was a bit harmful to the eyes up close. The fire was more of a concern and there was no point in taking in cracked eggs, burnt, flat bread, smashed apples, and stuff that was sitting around when those two machines had war.
Finally the old man came out dashing to his hummer truck, starting the engine, and driving crazily away from this battlefield before the road was to be a large crater. I assumed he didn't even realize I was there with him… The flying aircraft darted across the sky at high speeds to a blur in which the pink eye followed. There was that blind spot behind it. Just before getting shot at with a final blow, there was the superior parked car. With a mistake of movement, the robot's shin had made its way to the car's window, shattering it all. A protruding part had gotten caught. You could guess what happened next. A shot to the back activated the falling sequence of the robot. It began wobbling back and forth before the green machine fell forward.
I couldn't bear to look and cupped my ears. The terrifying sound of all hard work being erased in only a few seconds echoed throughout the empty space. That car was indestructible against impacts from cars but huge mechanisms weighing over a ton crashing down onto it? No way. I should've known my luck was horrible enough to have that happen. After the crash, the robot was still and the orange plane was already gone, leaving no evidence.
My blue eyes peered over to it and eventually my legs dragged me over there. It was so close….and even when it laid flat on the ground, I could not compare to the height. There was some gap I could see from my truck's support. The chest area had at least 2-3 feet of space.
All of a sudden that chest piece flew open and there came a person in a green uniform with a matching helmet. It reminded me of motorcycle helmets. Slowly, the unknown person occupied in that machine came tumbling out and soon crawling on the ground, chucking his helmet off of his head and taking a gasp of air.
"Are…you having problems?" What else could I say to the guy? My eyebrow raised at the sudden grasp at my leg. With his free hand, he led to his waist and pulled out a pistol from a hidden slot, aiming towards my head.
That wasn't something you'd see every day. Like normal person would react, I began shaking my leg loose vigorously and kicking the gun away from view. Or I could've just stood there like an idiot and die there now.
Out of fear I landed over to where the gun had slid, took it into my hands and pointed it directly at him. My hands shook crazily. Letting my mind focus better, I could see the pilot was a young adult in his early to mid twenties. He only smirked, his teeth showing.
"What could….a kid achieve….I doubt…you'll pull the trigger…"
"You might be right." I only mirrored his face. "But…I-I'm fearless." That stutter automatically made me realize he could notice how unstable my body felt.
"Right….and you're shaking is a sign of…bravery?"
"You're in no condition to mock me! I could take you in to the police right away!"
"I assume…your transportation is a wreck…and my mobile suit had already disconnected the phone lines….if I make it alive, you're most likely my first target…"
I aimed towards the guy. Will I pull the trigger? Just imagining how the blood would splatter and how his hands would be stained in red gave me shivers. But I would get killed if he were to live now that I've seen his face. There were so many questions I wanted to ask, but he wasn't a friendly guy. With those threats being whispered into my ears, I could hardly stand strong.
With a firm grip on the handle, it was still pointed directly at him. Hesitatingly my index finger let go of the small trigger button just below it and then touched it. The accidental pressure of my puzzled self caused the shot to commence. I almost screamed in horror, only to find it had sped and impacted the cement just by him bouncing up then sliding away. There was a better way to deal with this. If I remember correctly there was a safety switch somewhere on a pistol. I activated that and casually put the gun into my pocket. I socked the guy in the face without mercy. He was knocked out cold. "Hopefully this guy won't come after me later…"
I dragged him to the lamp outside in the back. It was a large lamp held up by a metal pole. In what remained a pile of rubbish, once a garage, I dug for the thick straw rope. Minutes passed before they were in my possession. Quickly I set the guy down straight and began wrapping him around the pole tightly, the finishing touch a hard to release knot. His hands were tied in chains to the pole as well. Just watching him tied down made me pity him. It must've felt horrible getting wounded and now I just had to tie him there. He'd probably never get out of there without any assistance. Still, he was like one of those terrorists always seen on the news channel. I had never seen one of those robots before in my whole life. The curiosity killed the cat. I didn't have a cat so why not go take a peek?
The chest piece was still opened up. It looked tempting to just go into that robot and examine how it functioned. Right now it was shut off. I crept over to it to find a comfortable gray seat surrounded by all sorts of buttons and screens. Curiously I jumped into the seat. There were so many buttons someone had to be a genius to memorize all of them. There were some labels lined across certain buttons and switches aligning the roof. Was this what the government was hiding from the civilians? It all leaked now if anyone planned on mentioning this. Surely the owner of the house would in order to make money off of it. Yeah, he was most likely to do that if he ever came back to the crime scene.
"Why don't I find a better use for this?" A smile formed on my lips.