By: S|K
A/N: Way back in this story I gave a perception of the Flesh Fair Hounds, that was way off from the actual film's rendition. At the time when I wrote that chapter I wasn't quite sure what the hounds were. I pictured them as some sort of mutant wolf. I didn't know until later they were like the Hell's Angels of the future. From now on when I do mention the hounds it will be in reference to the motorcycle riders. I'll keep the mutant dogs in this, since I think they're cool. But they'll be called Wolves.
Also I dedicate this chapter to Hadrian Blues @AOL. I guess I pushed him to far with my character or the Rhydin police finally got him. "They hate us, you know. The humans They'll stop at nothing." Whatever happened, I miss him.
Monica lent over the bathroom sink, nauseated from her excessive drinking, which she immediately picked back up after finding out her precious artificial child was gone. She didn't know how to react. And alcohol was the only answer she could come up with, it was always the answer, her only escape from reality.
She coughed a bit while turning on the faucet. She cupped the warm water in hands and doused her face in it. Suddenly she heard something. She opened her eyes and looked into the mirror at the reflection of the door behind her, hoping to see David standing there, gazing upon her with his eternal smile. But he wasn't. He was at the factory. And Monica had no idea when of even if he would be returned to her.
***
Joe was going down the busy street, dancing a bit during his strut, like he usually did. He was heading to one of the best places of operation to find potential customers for his services. But he had to stop and wait in a crowd for the traffic to get out of his way. Luckily next to him was a beautiful young lady, she was looking at him and seemed to be interested. He smiled and in turn she slipped him her card and told him to come by sometime. He nodded.
The light changed and the people were moving again. Ahead, though, there was some commotion. Someone had yelled watch out. Joe looked around and saw up ahead a small kid was dashing through the heavy traffic. Since the situation had nothing to do with him he quickly lost interest and went back to looking at the card the girl had given him, before pocketing it.
The air was filled with the sounds screeching breaks and screams. Joe looked again. Now there was a crowd gathered around the area he saw the kid just a minute ago. He saw some fat looking man step out of the cursing over the crowd as he went over to his victim.
" It's a mecha" someone gasped from the crowd.
Immediately the crowd dispersed, since it was a just a mecha that got ran over. It wasn't much of a lost.
The driver glared down at the mecha child. "Damn mecha." He
cursed as he kicked the little robot over to the side of the road before
getting back in his car and drove off, as if nothing had happened
Joe figured he best get out of the area as soon as he could. But the way the traffic was moving he couldn't avoid passing the hit and run scene. While quickly trying to move through the people, he felt something around his ankle. He stopped and looked down to see the little mecha weakly grasping him. He could see the fear in it's eyes. He had never seen that before in a mecha. He waited for it to let go of him, but it wouldn't.
Joe knelt down to pry the little fingers off his ankle. He had a tough time trying to do it. The kid had a strong grip. Suddenly the strength was gone. Joe watched the child moan one last time before passing out from fluid lost.
Normally Joe would have left, not giving another thought about the situation. But something was different. Curiosity began to take over him. He slowly slipped off his jacket and carefully picked up the child in it. He knew someone who could help. She had fixed him up a few times before and didn't live to far away.
***
Henry came home, carrying Martin in one of those car seat basket carriers. He called to Monica, but there was no answer. He took Martin out of the basket then sat him in his playpen in the living room.
He knew Monica would be mad at him for what he did. But he figured it would be easiest on her to take David when she was asleep. She was taking to long in her method of getting David ready to go there.
He went around the house calling to his wife. She never answered. He happened to see the bathroom light was on. At first he didn't see her until after his eyes had followed down to the floor, where she laid, surrounded in broken glass.
"Monica!"
He dropped down to her side. She was breathing. He was glad of that. The drinks must have knocked her out again, he thought.
"Hey, Joe." One of Joe's best clients answered the door, a bit surprised to see him. "Wh-what are you doing here? Now don't tell me you got mugged again."
"No." He replied plainly.
She noticed the bundle in his arms. "What's that you got?" She asked, nodding to the thing wrapped in his jacket.
Joe pulled back his jacket, a little, revealing the broken mecha child inside.
"Wow. What happened?"
"He was ran over by a human."
She looked at the kid, sympathetically. "Poor thing" She then led Joe over to the kitchen. She cleared the table off and Joe lay the little mecha out on the table top.
"He's pretty beaten up." She sighed as she went and got one of her repair kits.
Joe took his jacket and wiped the metallic shards and oil from
it before slipping it back on. Then he leaned up against a wall with his
arms and ankles crossed, watching her as she worked.
He watched her, not moving his eyes from her for a good hour and a half. Then his beeper hanging around his neck went off. She heard it too. "I guess you'll be going then." She said, sadly.
Joe went up to her and kissed her on the cheek, which made her
blush. He whispered into her ear "thanks." before he slipped out of the room.
He had a job to do. And he mustn't keep a lady waiting.
