Hey, guys. I'm really sorry it took so long.
But here it is, the next chapter of Cyborg.
Enjoy.
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Cyborg.
Chapter 10 – Red eye.
Nora kept on swimming. She was very far away from home now. But she would find her children. She wouldn't stop looking.
She had no idea where to go. She just kept on swimming and swimming. From time to time, she called the names of her beloved children.
"Fancis, Doris!"
"Francis, Doris, where are you?!"
But no answer came.
Nora sighed. It was hopeless. How could she ever find her children back? The ocean was so big.
"Francis, Doris!" she cried out one last time. Then she stopped swimming and sighed deeply again. Should she go back? No, she couldn't. But she knew it was hopeless to keep on searching.
And just when she thought she would turn around… it was like she heard something. She looked up and stared into the blue of the sea.
Did she really hear it? Or was it just her imagination.
"Mum!"
Yes, it was real. It was someone calling for their mother. A female voice. The voice of a female dolphin.
Nora blinked. "D-Doris?" she stuttered.
"Mum!"
"Doris!"
And the next thing she knew, Nora was hugging her daughter tightly.
"Doris!" she cried. "I thought I'd never see you again!"
"Mother," Doris said. "What are you doing here?"
"I was looking for you, sweetheart."
"All on your own?"
Nora nodded and smiled happily.
But then she frowned.
"Where is Francis?" she asked.
Doris now suddenly looked sad.
"Mum, Francis is… not coming home again." She said.
Nora gasped. "Is he…." She stuttered. "I-is he dead?"
"I don't think so," Doris said. She sighed. "It's a long story."
And she began to tell what happened.
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No human had been able to get near to him. He hit them with his flippers and his tail, he even tried to bite some of them. Eventually the humans had decided to leave him alone. Now, it was silent in his habitat.
Debora was worried. She had heard what had happened to him, and wondered if he was alright. How bad was he wounded? Could he go on without medical help from the humans?
Debora poked her head over the wall around her habitat so that she could look into the one next to her.
"Francis?" she asked. "Francis, are you alright?"
There was no answer.
"Francis?" Debora asked again, a little louder now.
"There's no Francis here." Francis' voice suddenly said.
Debora saw him in the corner of the habitat. He had his back turned towards her. His head and flippers were out of the water. Debora couldn't see what he was doing.
"Don't be ridiculous, Francis," Debora said. "I can see you."
"I'm not Francis." Francis said. "Not anymore. Francis is dead. He burned together with my eye."
Now Francis turned around, and Debora gasped.
In the place where once his right eye had been was a gaping wound. His eye had been completely burned out of his face by the Ring of Fire.
His other eye looked angry, full of bitterness.
"Oh, Francis," Debora said. "I…. I'm so sorry. Does it hurt?"
"Yes," Francis said. He pointed with his flipper to the place where his heart was.
"It hurts in here. I've been humiliated. Those humans…"
"Don't blame this on the humans." Debora said.
Francis raised his voice. "… Those humans, they have humiliated and mutilated me. And I will make them pay for what they did, the lot of them."
Debora looked at what Francis held in his flipper.
"What is that?" she asked.
"Some metal I found in my habitat," Francis said.
"What are you doing with it?" Debora asked.
Francis was silent for a while. "You will see." He then said, as he turned around again to continue doing…. Whatever he was doing before.
Debora watched him, even though she couldn't see much of what he was doing. But after a while she started to get tired, so she went back into her habitat to get some sleep.
She hadn't slept long when she woke up again. She stared up at the stars for a while. Then she looked in Francis' habitat again.
"Francis?" she said.
"I told you, I'm not Francis anymore." Francis said.
He turned around to Debora again. Out of the metal he had found in his habitat he had made himself a new eye. A cyborg eye that glowed red into the night. It was adjusted on his head with a band of blue plastic.
"How did you make that?" Debora asked.
"I did learn a thing or two from the humans, before I came to Coney Island." Francis said.
Debora frowned. "If you're not Francis anymore," she said. "Who are you?"
A wide grin appeared on Francis' face.
"I'm Doctor Blowhole." He said.