Hey there everyone! It's me again with another update. This weekend, I hope to upload at least two chapters a day, which might actually happen. For now, enjoy Chapter 10, where we go back to my OC (and basically the only thing I own) Adalie! Like I said, enjoy!
In an isolated area, miles and miles away, there was work to be done. And, in a quick amount of time, could be finished. The buzzing of tools and chatter of scientists spread about the hall and into the rooms. Doctor Anderson and the lead scientist paced back and forth at the door, awaiting the new invention. Meanwhile, the others were playing a game of cards, ignoring their pacing coworkers.
"How long has it been?" Doctor Anderson inquired.
"A few hours," Barrington quickly replied, too warped into his game to care," for an advanced robot, she sure is slow.".
"We've told you countless times," the bat grumbled," this machine is not an advanced robot. She is simply a-.".
Out of nowhere, a knock came on the silver door. Wasting no time, the evil scientist opened it. Adalie, with a tired and upset face, presented the small, silver device in her dented hands. A smile appeared on the evil woman's face as she snatched it into her own hands. The room became hushed as it was turned on. She cleared her throat.
"Well," she spoke demonically," you've actually impressed me for once. This thing genuinely works!".
The other scientists began clapping,surprised by this little invention. Everyone was too busy noticing the little machine to watch the humanoid. This was her only chance to escape. She backed away from the crowd. Her working eye prevented her from stupidly walking into a wall and revealing her escape. When she got far enough, Adalie ran down the halls. Snapping her fingers, it was a shock to find out that the wheels hadn't come out.
"Where are they?" she questioned.
"We decided to remove your wheels. Just in case something like your attempt to escape should ever occur.".
Doctor Anderson was at the end of the hallway, hanging from the ceiling. Of course, Adalie didn't look back. Instead, the humanoid continued to run, only to meet dead ends. When would she ever escape? She wanted to stop where she was and let them take her freely. But she had yet to give up, for there was one thing that kept her going. One thing she had to look forward to at the end of the darkness.
Rob. She wanted- no, she needed to help him become something he truly was. The humanoid knew he was never villain material. He had a soft spot that was buried with his not-so secretive past. He seemed like a genuinely caring person. More than anything, the humanoid longed to see the face of the cyclops. She wanted to hear his laugh and see a smile across his face. Without warning, Adalie was pushed into a metal wall. Slowly, she pried her face from the cold metal, glass from her rounded eye scattered and her face slightly dented.
"Oh not now!" she whispered, falling onto her knees to pick up the shards of glass," Oh, why now? Why did this have to happen? I just want to-.".
"Gotcha!" the demonic voice shrilled, picking up her creation up by the back of her shirt.
Adalie tried to fight back. She tried to kick and punch just like she had been taught. Her battery was low, and a stinging sensation came through her body once more. Only this time, it wasn't the memory stick. It was a download, for plans that seemed far too dangerous. And, as always, no one would listen to the humanoid telling them this. All they did was laugh as she weakly tried to defend herself. When no longer seen, Doctor Starkey opened a box and pushed a button. The walls transformed from a complex labyrinth into an easy-to-pass hallway.
The humanoid and the scientist reached the room that Adalie was kept prisoner in. She was thrown onto the tile floor, the door being shut and barred. Her working eye began to cloud up with oil. Her failure to reach the outside world tore her apart. She failed herself, she failed Rob- heck, she even failed her enemies. But the scientist seemed that she could care less.
"It's your own fault," she mentioned lazily.
"You don't understand what you're doing," the humanoid protested weakly," I need to go home. My friend needs my help. All of those dreams you had are dangerous. Who knows what's even in-.".
"Would you give it a rest?" the scientist spat out," It's not dangerous- besides, no one's ever tried to travel inside of there. And that pixelated freak? He could care less about you being alive.".
Adalie tried not to let it get to her. She knew Rob never meant the things he told people. He didn't mean to push her away and never open up about himself. He was utterly afraid to do so. Those were all lies her co-creator told to cause trouble. The scientist flashed a bitter and sly smile.
"You know it's true," she hissed," And why wouldn't he? There's so many reasons he hates you. One, you never obey orders. Two, you're a terrible henchman. And lastly, you hurt so many people when you're in that 'defense' mode. We all wanted to get rid of you. You know it, I do, and everyone else did too.".
"Ma'am," Doctor Anderson interrupted," we're going to need help.".
"Very well then," the scientist turned back to her creation," tomorrow, we start building. Try to rest up- you'll be working non stop if you have to.".
The scientist went off, following the British bat. Adalie plugged herself in, noticing the oil still dripping from her eye. What was happening to her? She used to be a energetic assistant of an amazing cyclops, defeating things with punches and several kicks. Now, she was lucky to even get one good kick in. She was almost completely useless. It was as if the scientists had an invisible force kicking her down. She tried to get her mind off of things by doing the one things that worked. Adalie pulled a picture of her and Rob. It gave her hope that she would escape from this horrible lab and an awful past experience. In the back of her head, the humanoid heard the cyclops speak.
"I'm proud of you.".
Hope you enjoyed that chapter! Please be sure to leave your criticism!