| Chapter 4 |
| The morning sun
peeked in through the shards of glass of Android Eighteen's window sending
rainbows amongst the pale colored carpet. A wave of warmth began to
heat up her toes for they were sticking out from the protection of the
blanket. Her mind began to come alive as the sun awoke her from her
dreamless sleep. She wasn't surprised when she opened her eyes to
find that there was a vacant spot next to her on the bed.
"Damn you Seventeen..." she first thought out loud before leaving her thoughts in her head. I think I'm going to regret what we did last night. She let her eyes close once again in hopes that she perhaps could let her weary body accumulate more strength from slumber. Seventeen on the other hand stood in the doorway to her room with his hand on the side of the door and his body leaning up against it. He stood in silence as his eyes studied her every feature lying on the bed. Satisfied with what he saw, he creped in the room as to not rouse his sister from her peaceful sleep. Although the bed that she slept in was small, he still had managed to find a spot where he could find himself a comfortable spot to sit. He sat on the edge with his legs hanging over the side and his back against her. Thus he had to turn to see her beautiful face so he placed his hand on the other side of her curled body. With his free hand he delicately moved the straying pieces of hair out of her face and out of his sight. "Seventeen?" she whispered when she felt his soft fingers gently run across her cheek. "I'm glad to see you're awake. Here," he spoke and handed her a steaming cup of coffee. She sat up as she saw him put the cup out for her grasp. "What is this for?" she asked as she took it into her own fingers. The warmth of the cup automatically warmed her frozen fingers. "It'll help warm yourself up. It's that time of year again and the snow fell this morning. Good thing that boy thinks we're dead for we now have safe reign over the rubble and debris that is still left. But, we can not cause a ruckus until we are sure we can defeat him," she listened intently to her brother's words as she sipped gingerly at the cup of coffee. "Yes, I understand. Do not worry; he will be destroyed one day. I promise you that..." With a soft-spoken promise, the two lived on with their now hard going lives. Two months had passed and the worst parts of winter were barely beginning. Freezing temperatures threatened the lives of the two cyborgs, but they still managed to carry on with their lives. A fire was set ablaze in the fireplace that was placed inside of the wall by its previous owners. Heat radiated from the crackling fire and gave the female cyborg much needed warmth. Eighteen sat with her knees up to her chest and her arms tightly wrapped around her legs as she took in the warmth of the fire. She felt the growing pain of another nauseous feeling in her abdomen area take place and her face cringed with the pain. Her attention was momentarily taken away from her aching stomach when she felt the gentle fingers of her brother take a piece of her hair and delicately twirled them around with his finger. She leaned her head towards his direction and his finger removed itself from the flock of golden hair and onto her face. "Is your stomach still bothering you?" he asked and looked down upon her. She couldn't manage to say her opinion, so she simply nodded her head in agreement. "Don't worry. I heard from a lady that this is all part of bearing a child." "How do you know what it is? So, does this mean that we will be living on with our legacy?" Eighteen finally managed to speak. "More than likely. I had to strangle the information out of that lady, and do not worry for I did dispose of her afterwards. We can't have anybody know that we still exist." "Yes, I know." A small smile slipped upon her face as the thoughts of her having a child filled her mind. She closed her eyes as she felt her brother caress her face with his hand before sliding it away. He knelt before the fire that was burning in front of him and jabbed at the wood with the iron prod that had been leaning against the stone of the fireplace. "What else did you find out?" she questioned on. Everything in life had begun being new again, although the information felt so familiar but then so distant at the same time. Her memories felt like they were locked in a safe and she just needed the right ten number combination to unlock it. "There wasn't much else that I could get from her for she was just screaming her head off. I suppose the only choice we have is for you to let your humanly instincts to take over. It'll most likely be tough, but I'll be here for you," Seventeen vowed while taking a glance at her. Her eyes were full of confusion and pain that they seemed to be so distant. He stood from where he was squatting and he walked next to her. He bent down to her level and took her face in his hands. A gentle kiss was placed upon her lips before he spoke any more words. "I promise...to be there for you," he said just above a whisper. His gaze met up with her own for a second before he broke it off and stood back up. "Where are you going?" she asked while setting her sights back upon the fire. "Out. I'll be back in a little while," he stated and trudged off towards the front door where he made a speedy exit for a search of warmer clothing and firewood. |
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