Prologue
The metal bird flew blew smoke and spun out of control as it took a direct hit. The impact shook the craft and something fell from the open side door. The helicopter managed to regaining altitude and flew away, followed closely by its assailants in another air craft.
Crashing through trees, breaking branches and cracking bones, the man landed in deep snow. He tried to get back up, but pain drew black spots across his vision and the metal he wore weighed him down.
He panted from exertion and pain as he cursed his enemies and their interference. He cursed the subordinates that did nothing but fail him. He cursed the sun for shining, the trees for standing, the snow for being cold. He cursed until he could speak no more. Even then, his thoughts were filled with curses until the metal armour greedily sucked in the surrounding chill and forced it onto his body until he could no longer feel his cracked bones and bruised body.
His consciousness faltered. With a final curse upon his own weakness, the man's thoughts passed into the dream world. With faltering breath, and a slowing heartbeat, it wouldn't be long until death overtook the man in his weakened state. But fate would not yield this life just yet.
The trees rustled, the snow crunched, a form dodged around a large trunk and stopped short upon seeing the strange metal man laying helpless in the snow. Hefting the bag slung over her shoulder, a woman ran to the man's side and breathed a sigh on relief as she saw a small plume of white breath on the cold winter air.
She dumped collected fire wood from her sled before securing the man in place. Leaning into her steps, the woman dragged the metal man over the snow and towards the isolated cabin deep in the mountains that she called home.
A/N: New story. I know, short prologue. A little different that what I've done so far, so don't expect as much action as some of my other stuff. And I'm not sure how often it will be updated, but I figured it's been awhile since I posted something so, here ya go.