Ugh… where am I?
Blue awoke with a start as the truck hit a pothole. Oh yeah… Blue remembered.
I had picked out a name (Blue), walked around for a while, and passed out…
Blue frantically checked himself to make sure he was OK. Same head, same armor, same helmet- hey! Blue tore off his helmet and held it. It had glass circles for his eyes, painted teeth, and some sort of hole on the back. The teeth were painted to look like a snarl. No wonder I'm in trouble. Blue threw aside the threatening helmet. He turned to his surroundings. He was in a truck, in some sort of cage. No food, no water, nothing except a mirror. Blue studied himself closely. The sides of his face were dominated by two eyes, about an inch in diameter, and they were… blue. He wondered if he had a mouth, and, on cue, a crack formed above what must've been his chin. He opened more, and found two rows of teeth, the front ones sharp, the back flat. He was satisfied with his head.
His body was another matter. After removing his helmet, his head seemed small, and his body huge. It was scary. Blue touched his shoulder-pad. After a few seconds, it came off with a "hisssssss". He tried again and again, revealing a lighter more form-fitting armor underneath (if he even had a form). He liked it. The new armor had boots that were comfortable, didn't look as heavy, and were a nice shade of dark indigo. His legs had retained their dark blue, and were skinny, not at all like the old, bulky ones. His arm sleeves tapered up, leaving a comfortable space for his wrist. His torso and thorax was lighter too. He no longer scared himself.
Excellent. The next person that messes with me won't see it coming.
Right on cue, the truck lurched to a stop, knocking Blue down. After putting on a belt to weigh him down, he looked through the window/air hole to see a young woman with green hair arguing with two men.
"Sorry, ma'am. We aren't letting anyone through without checking the"- brute number one said.
"That doesn't matter! This is for express delivery to the Sanatorium! We could have a cure for people everywhere!" The girl said, in a tough voice.
"Says who?" Asked number two.
"Says me!" She responded.
"Sucks for you!" #1 cried.
Blue could take it no longer. If only I could warp! He thought. Then, he realized something. "I spoke!" He exclaimed as he escaped from his prison.
"What the he"- the bandits cried in unison. Out of somewhere (or nowhere…)
Blue drew a light weapon, unlike anything he had used before.
"A keyblade!" He yelled as he brought it down on the thieves. One limped away, onto a small vehicle, already carrying the other. They sped away, hopefully for good. "HA! Take that, you little"- In a corner, he saw the woman, appalled at the display.
"Oh… You must want to 'arrest' me again..." Blue understood as he climbed into his cage.
"Wait, what?" She was confused. She had never heared of a heartless surrendering… Much less turning itself in…
Maybe… she wondered the Doctor will know…
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Rick was right… this place sucks… I thought as he sat in homeroom. It was the second day at his new school, and he was bored out of his mind.
"God, just kill me." I whispered. Then I had an idea…
"Um, Mr. Brown?" I asked "the husk" as Syowa had called him.
"Yes, Aldrich?" He responded.
"May I go to the infirmary? I feel terrible." I asked politely.
"Of course. Let me write you a note so you won't get in trouble."
Wow, I thought. That was easy… I thought as I ran to freedom.
When I got there, I looked around. No one, except…
"Hey Ald." Syowa told me.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" I inquired.
"Head ache. You?"
"Recessive boredom."
"Hmmm…. I had that once." Syowa joked.
"Nice." I stated as I took a nap…