9 found himself in a strange room, it was dimly lit and the walls were bare, made purely of concrete. There was a tough-looking metal door on the other side of the room, it was open, showing what appeared to be a hallway of sorts on the other side.
He looked around, baffled; he couldn't remember how he got here.
"Daddy!"
The voice sounded like it came from the hallway. There was a slight echo to it, as it bounced off the bare walls of the hallway and room. He turned to face the doorway.
The voice was accompanied by the sound of small footsteps, running.
The footsteps drew closer…and soon, a little girl, probably around 5 or 6 years old, with long blackish-brown hair was in the doorframe.
She saw him standing there, and gave him a big toothy smile.
"Daddy! There you are!"
9 just gave her a bewildered look. Daddy?
She didn't seem to notice as she ran up to him and gently grabbed his hand with her much smaller one, pulling him out into the hallway. "Mommy's been looking for you! Come on!"
"Mommy?" He uttered, completely confused as he let the little girl lead him down the hallway.
The little girl lead him around a corner into another hallway then let go of his hand and took off running down the hallway, giggling uncontrollably. She darted into one of the rooms in the hallway.
9 followed her into the room, stopping under the doorway. There was the little girl in the arms of a very familiar figure - a beautiful young woman with blonde hair that was now worn pulled back.
The woman saw him in the doorway and gave him a warm smile before giving the little girl in her arms a gentle kiss on her forehead, lowering her to the ground.
The little girl ran from her arms to cling tightly to one of his legs.
"Daddy!" She exclaimed happily, looking up at him with a big toothy smile.
9 just stood there completely shocked, staring at the little girl clinging to him with a confused expression.
A giggle came from the woman, "You act like you've never seen our daughter before, 9."
He looked up at her. "O-our daughter?"
She folded her arms over her chest and gave him a smirk, shaking her head at him. She then moved to stand next to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips when she reached him.
His expression grew even more bewildered after the kiss…if that was even possible.
"Huh…" was all he could utter before he heard an odd noise coming from the little girl still clinging to him. He looked down to see her looking up at him…but instead of seeing her dark brown-grey eyes…her eyes were an evil mechanical red. She opened her mouth and a low mechanical roar came out.
9 stumbled out of the little girl's grip and out of the room, backing into the wall of the hallway. He looked at the little girl in pure horror; she stood in the same spot where he had just flown from her grasp, just tilting her head at him…her evil eyes glaring at him.
"9, wake up!" The voice came from his right and he turned to see the woman next to him, a confused and worried expression on his face.
His brow furrowed in confusion. "Wha…"
"WAKE UP!"
9 jolted awake to find the same beautiful young woman from his dream and two identical teenagers kneeling over him; the female was shaking him awake.
"S-seven, what…"
"There's a machine out there…" She interrupted, pointing out to the street.
She tossed his over-the-shoulder bag into his lap. She already had her bag strapped across her torso, she picked up her polearm. But as she turned, about to run out into the street and face the oncoming threat, a dark menacing figure loomed in front of the building.
Before any of them could move to attack, an explosion rocked the building as the front portion of the building came crashing down.
When the dust cleared, they saw a horrific machine glaring at them through the ruins of the front of the building. This machine was huge, about the size of a walker machine; it even had the legs of one, but its top resembled more of that of the Fabrication Machine, with one big, red eye protected in a metal casing and with many dangerous-looking tentacles that had claws and various weapons attached to them.
They were all shocked and frozen in place…even the warrior, 7, was.
The machine gave out a loud roar then moved to attack them…but as it started forward, it was hit by a sudden barrage of bullets in the back.
It flipped around angrily.
Firing at it from the third floor of the building on the opposite side of the street, laughing maniacally, was a figure clad all in black.
The group heard the barrage of gunfire but could not see the figure from their position…but they did see the darkly dressed figure that dropped from the ruined ceiling in front of them when the machine turned its back to them.
The figure landed easily in front of them, it was obviously human, carrying an assault rifle, and had a black scarf on its face, giving it a menacing look with only its dark eyes visible, but even those were partially covered by the figure's thick dark brown hair.
"Follow me!" The figure yelled to them. It then turned and ran out of the building, past the machine.
The group followed the figure out into the street, then down the street. 9 spared a glance over his shoulder to see that the machine was still distracted by another darkly dressed figure.
They followed the stranger around so many corners and down so many streets, that 9 was beginning to think they were lost.
That is…until the figure lead them out of the city…but its speed didn't lighten up and so the group still followed.
Eventually the figure led them to a strange building, a small concrete structure with an incredibly heavy-looking metal door.
The figure ran up to the door and began banging frantically on the door. The door soon opened to reveal a man, much older than any of them.
He ushered them all inside the structure, which was nearly pitch black. Once inside, the figure they had been following led them around a corner and down a set of stairs to another heavy metal door. This one the figure opened on its own. The door opened up to a dimly lit room, which the figure then ushered them into.
Once inside, 7 and 9 stepped protectively in front of the twins, each taking a defensive position in regards to the stranger. Even though the stranger just saved them, they didn't know who it was and didn't trust it yet.
The stranger turned to them, and gave them a questioning glance before realization seemed to dawn on it and it gently set down the assault rifle it carried, showing it meant no harm.
This was the first chance that the group had to get a good look at the stranger who just saved them, it looked like a male with its short, thick dark brown hair, which fell to just the base of its neck and just barely fell into its dark brown eyes. The scarf was still on the figure's face, and it was clothed in a dark green military-style parka, jeans, and black tennis shoes.
The figure reached up and pulled down the scarf, revealing a welcoming smile; but not only that…
"You're a girl!" 7 gasped in shock, relaxing a little in the stranger's presence. The others were just as shocked at this discovery. Not only was she a girl but also about 7 and 9's age.
The stranger seemed confused by this but then it dawned on her and she chuckled, "I used to get that a lot." She said with the welcoming smile returning, "My name's Winter."
It was then that the metal door behind her opened and a young man with black hair and dressed in all black entered the room, with an older male, the man who had opened the main door, close behind him.
The young man was soon engulfed in a tight hug by Winter, he tensed at first but eased up and returned her embrace, an affectionate smile on his face.
The older male smiled at the display, then his attention shifted to the group of former stitchpunks.
"I never thought I'd see other survivors, you four are welcome sight. So young too…proves how resilient and determined the young are." He said with a fond smile.
"You're not that old!" Winter laughed, pulling away from the young man. This is true, the older male looked to be around his late-30s. His messy light-brown hair didn't even have a hint of grey in it.
Winter walked up to the older male and clasped his shoulder. "This is Cole, he's our medic."
"And a damn good one at that!" The younger male exclaimed, as he approached Cole and Winter.
"The name's Ciaran." He said with a slight laugh, giving the assault rifle he held a slight wave.
"How long have you been here?" 9 asked.
"We've been hiding out here ever since the machines turned against us." Cole said, he then gestured to the room around them. "Not many knew of this bunker, a group of us, all rebels, found this place and discovered that machines couldn't penetrate it. We made it our headquarters –our safehouse – in our fight against the machines. Sadly, what started out as a rather large group of rebels, is only the six of us now."
"Six?" 7 asked confused.
Cole laid a hand on Ciaran's shoulder, "Go get the others."
Ciaran gave a quick nod of his head, laid down his assault rifle, then ran off through one of the many doors in the room.
He soon returned accompanied by another young man, somewhere in his mid-20s, and two young girls, one about the twins' age, the other slightly younger than that.
Upon sight of the group of former stitchpunks, the youngest of the girls, one with dark reddish-brown hair, cautiously walked up to them. She stopped only a few feet away from them gazing curiously at the twins hiding behind 7 and 9. Her smile widened and she held out a hand to them, "Hi! I'm Kyla!"
At her cheerfully friendly tone, the twins cautiously eased their way out from hiding behind their guardians and made their way over to her. They stopped just in front of her, tilting their heads curiously at her, then their attention turned to her extended hand. They stared at it for a few seconds before 3 broke out into a wide smile and gripped her hand, shaking it enthusiastically.
The little girl laughed, and soon the other girl, this one with hair that between a light-brown and blonde, was by her side. Introducing herself as Riley and offering her hand to 4, who shook her hand with just as much enthusiasm as his brother.
This friendly sight caused a chuckle to come from the adults in the room, erasing whatever tension had remained.
The young man who had yet to be introduced may his way over to the twins, kneeling beside 3 and giving a slight wave. "Hi there! I'm Trace, what's your name?"
3 gave a bright smile then held up three fingers, 4 copying his brother's motions, but held up four fingers to the adult.
Trace gave them a confused look.
"The twins don't speak," 7 explained moving forward and placing a hand on each of their shoulders, "This is 3…and 4" she said, ruffling the twins' head as she said his name.
"I'm 7" She explained gesturing to herself. She then motioned to 9 standing slightly behind her, "and 9."
All eyes were on them now.
There was a long, awkward silence as everyone stared at them. In that silence, 9 and 7 shared an uneasy glance.
Ciaran was the one to break the silence by bursting out laughing. "Y-You're…names…are…n-numbers?" He gasped in-between laughs.
"You think our names are funny?" 7 asked, clearly agitated.
His laughing was cut off by a hard blow in his gut from Winter's elbow.
"You're being rude, boy." Cole said in a scolding tone. He sent an apologetic glance toward 7 and then approached 9.
He pulled out a small flashlight and flashed it quickly across 9's eyes. "They probably suffered some sort of memory loss, taking on the first thing they came across." He explained to the others.
"Ummm…yeah." 9 said. This caused him a questioning glance from 7, he met her eyes and gave her an look that read 'just go with it'.
"Tell me, lad. Where did you come from?" Cole asked him.
"Uh…uh…I-I don't know its name. But…uh…" 9 pulled out the map they had been using to navigate, he opened it and pointed to the city they came from. "We're from here."
Cole's eyes widened as he saw the city 9 pointed to. "Rovine…"
Yay! Ya'll have met my OCs! ^^
I love the name Ciaran…it's the name of one of the musicians who has played with Snow Patrol (but not one of the main guys!) and I loved it the instant I saw it. Winter…Winter's appearance is based off of yours truly! :)
Oh! And that dream scene…I'll give you a hint that it's not just a dream! ;) I wonder if any of you could guess what it means.
'Rovine' is Latin for "ruin"…or at least that's what Google Translator tells me…it fits the city from the movie, no?
Check out my drawing of 7 as a human (just remove the spaces): http:/ moonphantom9 .deviantart. com/ #/ d4dnfwk
My drawing of 9 as a human is here, but is not as good as 7's drawing, I'm definitely going to have to redraw him: http:/ moonphantom9 .deviantart .com /gallery /#/ d4dj3mx
And finally my drawing of Winter is here: http:/ moonphantom9. deviantart. com/ gallery /#/ d4djlmz