I've been really tired and lazy lately, so I decided to just get the second chapter done with. I really like how this story is progressing, and I really am thankful for the reviews I got. Like I said before this story is rated "T" for now but might change later in the future. It depends on how deep I feel the story should go, and also on your opinions. Please review and enjoy!
9 walked across the deserted grounds as he scouted for useful tools or supplies that would be helpful in the near future. 5 had offered to go with him, and 9 had
been more than willing to accept his generous offer, but 1 had completely denied the idea. He thought 9 should go alone and prove to them that he could still be of use and not a burden
to the rest of the group. 9 growled, mentally kicked himself for just accepting 1's decision. He hated the guy with a passion, and wasn't in a forgiving mood today. As he continued to walk
he stared up at the dark brownish-gray like sky not noticing the piece of rubble that was lying in front of him. He tripped on it and fell square flat on his face. As he slowly lifted himself up,
he placed his hand on his head and rubbed the now tender spot. "Today just isn't my day." He continued walking through the rubble and searching for tools. He was bored to death and
couldn't figure out anything to do while out in this playground from hell. So he left his pile of items and decided to explore. He jumped onto a pile of rocks and crawled up to the top of a
car. When he reached the top he took a few exhausted breaths then sat down on the rusty metal, and looked into the distance. Little did he know something was also watching him with
suspicion in their eyes. He watched as the gray clouds moved slowly across the sky, filled with the horrible scent of death and decay.9 frowned at this, and thought about what life was
like before the war. What had happened between the machines and humans that would make them attack and kill each other? Why couldn't they have resolved their problems? 9 stared
blankly in deep thought for a few minutes then sighed "Why am I even here in the first place?"
"That's the same thing I want to know." 9 flinched at the sudden voice and before he could do anything, he was kicked square flat in the back then punched across the face. He rolled
over the surface, holding his optics to protect them from further damage, and then something grabbed him and lifted him up by his back fabric. Suddenly he realized that his unknown
capturer was holding a knife up to his neck. 9 struggled to get free from the figure but it was useless.
"Why are you doing this?! I didn't do anything!" 9 felt the cold, sharp edge of the blade press against his throat as the figure responded.
"I don't like it when people come here uninvited." 9 suddenly felt an overcoming fear over wash him and stayed completely still. This figure was serious and he could hear the harshness
in its words. 9 gathered up all the courage he had and questioned the figure "What are you going to do to me?" the figure tightened their grip on the knife and said no response.
9 waited impatiently "Well?!" Suddenly the figure wacked 9 in the back of the head then pushed him off the truck. He hit the ground with a loud thump then yelled out in pain.
"What the hell was that f…?"9 stopped in mid-sentence then looked around. The figure had disappeared from the top of the car and was nowhere in sight. He pushed his body off the
ground and groaned as a wave of pain over washed him. "Today is definitely not my day." He recited, before looking around for the mysterious figure again. Finally, 9 decided it was futile
to look for someone who wanted to do him harm, and left with a quick pace to go back to his pile of supplies. As 9 walked away the same figure he had confronted, slowly watched his
departing figure, while staring at the big "9" on his back. It's optics shot wide open with surprise, and then with one swift movement the figure retreated back to the library.
9 struggled along as he pulled his wagon of tools back to the Cathedral. He had taken quite a beaten from that mysterious character, but still didn't manage to see
what they looked like. "Who was that figure, and why did it just leave me there?" 9 tried to figure it out, but was too tired to do so. He was only a couple minutes away from the
Cathedral and decided that he would approach 2 about it to see if he knew anything about the figure. When 9 entered the Cathedral, silence over flooded the entire building. The only
sound he managed to hear was the sound of someone humming a quiet tune. He peered around the corner to see 6 drawing something and recognized it as the thing he always drew. 6
played with his fingers as he concentrated on something then continued drawing again. 9 couldn't help but smile as he watched 6 draw. Suddenly a loud clang came from the direction of
the medical tent. 9 walked past 6 and over to the medical tent where he had heard the noise come from. He reached out and spread apart the opening to the tent to see 2 and 5
discussing something. They both stopped talking and turned to face towards 9 before they both noticed how beat up he looked. 2 quickly stepped up to 9
"Dear grief, child, what in god's name happened to you?" 2 looked 9 up and down before he decided 9 would be alright. 5 waited and sat patiently on the surgery table as he waited for 2
to finish inspecting 9's beat up form, then was the first to ask the question 9 did not want to hear. "What the hell happened to you?" 2 glanced at 5, then back to 9 with the same
questioning look that 5 possessed in his optics.
5 rolled around the ground gripping his stomach as hard as he could to try to relive some pain from his uncontrollable endless laughter. 9 watched him roll around the medical tent until he
took a small bolt and threw it at his head hitting 5 square flat in the face sending him flying to the other side of the tent. 2 on the other hand just sat there with a small smirk as if he
knew something that 9 didn't about the incident, but 9 let it go by unnoticed. 5, who had finally recovered from his laughing attack and the bolt to the face, got up off the floor and walked
over to the table and sat down once more. He took a deep breath then looked 9 in the optics.
"Next time 1 tells you to do something, don't listen to him. Because we all know that's he's just an old, grumpy, piece of…"
*Mean While* 1 sneezed and looked around the throne room. He called over to 8. "Go clean this room. There must be dust in the air." 8 nodded and slowly and regretfully put
his magnet on his bed, before he got up and went to get the cleaning supplies.
*Back at the medical tent* 9 struggled to hold back a small chuckle before 2 walked over to the opening of the tent. 9 and 5 looked over at 2 in surprise.
"I'm going to go up to the watch tower, it is my shift anyways." And with that, 2 exited the medical tent, leaving the two other stitch-punks behind.
The beast slowly walked across the deserted grounds scanning for any evidence of life. It slowly walked in and out of the rubble that was lying around everywhere knowing that
the night did a fairly well job of camouflaging it from the prey it was seeking. After almost getting a stitch-punk at the apartment complex, but then being hit in the head with something
causing it to lose its prey and its own attacker, had left it in a very sour mood, which caused it to give up that nights hunt. However it was determined not to go hungry tonight. With this
final thought it slowly crept past a rusted old truck and looked up at the Cathedral.
9 watched the clouds as they slowly floated over the dark midnight sky. This was one of his favorite times of the day to look out into the emptiness. "Some hobby." He thought out loud.
9 watched the big white planet with awe. It radiated a beautiful gleaming white color that seemed to daze him. It was so different from the colors of his planet.
Everything was either: brown, yellow, gray, black, red, or a faded tan like orange color. His optics shut then reopened again. "No I have to concentrate. It's my shift, so everybody's safety
is my duty right not."
9 shifted around the telescope platform. He decided if he was to keep himself from being distracted, then he should at least look out the telescope to see if anything was coming. He
adjusted its height and added a few extra lenses so he would be able to see the slightest of movements in the darkness. His Optics weren't well adapted to the darkness, but he still
was determined to keep his friends and the old fart (1) safe. He chuckled to himself for his name calling. His mind was the only true place where he could give 1 a…well, piece of his mind.
9 was so lost in thought, that he didn't see the blade like claw slowly dropping from behind him. Suddenly a loud bang snapped 9 out of his funk and caused his senses to kick in. He
stiffened when he heard rusty metal moving and turned just in time to see the beast reaching out at him with its numerous sharp claws. "Aghhh?!" 9 looked around for any route of
escape, but the only one was the bucket and it was being blocked off the beast. So, he reacted like any other stitch punk would react, and jumped off the railing of the watch tower just
as the beast swung its claws down onto his previous spot. It broke the bars and roared a chilling roar before it jumped off in pursuit of him. 9 hit the top of the Cathedral's roof with a soft
thud. Waves of pain racked through his body as he struggled to lift himself up. He was positive one of his inner metal frame bars was broken or badly bent, but quickly pushed the
thought away. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He could feel the vibrations of heavy objects landing on the roof a few feet behind him. "No, not now! I WON'T DIE NOW!" 9
jumped off the roof and landed on a pile of sand. He quickly patted himself of then continued his gallop away from the Cathedral. 9 turned his head around and saw that the beast was
still in pursuit. "The least I can do is lure it away from the rest of the group." 9 turned his head back and looked for someplace that he could hide in. "The Library!" 9 made a sharp left,
passing the old rusted car, and lots of debris. He ran through the entrance of the library and past a whole bunch of broken stone statues. He could hear the beast not far behind, which
kept him motivated to run faster. However luck wasn't on his side and he tripped on an open book about Newton's theory. (How ironic) 9 flipped himself over and started scouting back as
fast as he could. However he knew it was futile. As the beast cornered him into a wall and raised its giant blade like claws for a finally time, he watched as it aimed then dropped its claw
like hand down on him as fast as it could. "No!" 9 shut his optics and waited for the pain…but… it never came. 9 slowly opened his optics to a stunning sight. There in front of him lay the
beast's giant claws… The beast snarled and flung itself outside, then fled the premises. 9 looked down at the remains of the beast's right claw like fingers.
"Hey you!" 9 flinched then looked up to the source of the voice.
"Ready for another ass beating?" 9 looked at the figure once, and then fainted. Today just wasn't his day
Pheww…That one was a slightly harder one to type out. I don't think it was as good as the 1st chapter. Anyways I hope everybody is still enjoying the story so far, and if they are, aren't, or want to tell me something they may like to see in the story, just send me a review. Remember, the more reviews, the faster I get these chapters typed and uploaded.
~Pronzo