Under The Helix Moon

Disclaimer- I don't own Outlaw Star. I don't own Harry McDougall. I own Helix. I own a very poor version of Outlaw Star taped off Toonami.

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I Why was I created? Why am I here? /I

Questions sifted through her mind. Helix opened her narrow blank eyes. Her short raven hair hung in her face. Her skin was cold and bare.

Two men stood in front of her. One was elderly, with small glasses perched on his beak-like nose. His white hair was receding so far on his scalp, that the entire top of his head was visible. He was smiling, proud of himself, holding some kind of computer tool. The other man was far younger, maybe not even in his twenties yet. He was smiling too, but it was a smile of evil pleasure. The younger man had long teal hair held back in a purple bow, and red-violet eyes. He wore an odd clash of clothes: A black tank top, purple jeans, a tan suede hunting vest, and brown shoes. He had a tattoo of barbed wire on his right arm. His body had external seams, as if he had been constructed as well. The way he stood, with one hand on his hip, the other on the old man's shoulder, he was very cocky.

"She's perfect," The younger man marveled. His hand looked as if it longed to reach out and touch Helix's shapely female form. His smile started to fade a little. "Hey, what about her eyes?"

"Hmm... Well Mr. McDougall, I didn't know what color you wanted." The old man said.

"Silver." McDougall stated, "Alright? Well, I have to get back to my ship. Now listen to me and, listen good. I want her enrolled in the high school across town. Her name is Helix Seymour. Don't tell me when she's done, or tell her who I am. I want the courtship to be all works of my own."

"Yes sir, Harry." The old man said. The young man left the white, sterile room. The elderly man reached around Helix, groping the back of her head. He was searching for a heavily concealed button. After pressing the button, he stood back. The elderly man watched as Helix's blank eyes shut slowly. Her head sank forwards, as did her entire body. The old man caught the falling Helix and set her on the table, lying down. He pried her eyes open, beginning to start the last bits of work on Helix's nearly complete body.

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