Injury
He finished putting the rest of the scrap metal by the edge of the road, as Amy had asked. He never minded to do chores or things of the like for her - after all - she had saved his life, and for that, he was quite grateful. He gazed up at the deep, blue sky for a moment. He shielded his eyes from the sun as he took a gaze at the variety of clouds that littered the sky. It was a beautiful morning, really. Amy was outside, doing some observations, and he was towing the garbage down to the pick-up point - something that wasn't difficult to do in the least. He inhaled the air, breathing in the scent, taking it into his lungs and holding it there for a moment. And then, he heard Amy scream.
'Amy!'
His feet turned and he dashed towards her voice, like a knight in shining armor who goes to the damsel in distress. When she came into view he saw a man with black hair next to her. He had her arm in a grip, and he was speaking lowly. Amy struggled, trying to push the man away with no avail. She pulled away, glancing around for a way to escape when she saw him - 001. Their eyes met. He saw fear in her eyes. He'd never seen her so afraid. "RUN!" she screamed at him, "RUN!" He took a step back, indecisiveness holding him in place - half of him wanted to rush forward and simply save her, the other half wanted to obey her and run. The man looked at him, ice blue eyes hitting him to the core.
'So dead,' he thought, 'So lifeless.'
"RUN!" Amy screamed at the top of her lungs, tears running down her pretty face as she couldn't stand to see the handsome young man die before her feet, "RUN, ZERO!" A young woman emerged from the around the side of the house, joining the stranger.
"I got her," said the man, "you get him." 001's heart began to beat faster, thumping loudly, beating in his ears.
'Oh my god..' he stared in realization.
These were the androids. They were going to kill Amy, and they were going to kill him.
"You look familiar," said the blond.
He turned and ran into the forest as fast as he could. His feet pounded the dirt floor, and he heard laughter behind him. He closed his eyes briefly, forcing his legs to move faster, to push him farther, to get him away. 'I'll run for you Amy,' he thought as he leaped over a fallen tree, 'I'll run for...' He heard her scream again. He stopped in his tracks and spun around, his lungs craving oxygen, but still he screamed, "AMY!!"
The blond spoke behind him, "Yes, your little friend is dead."
He spun around in surprise, clenching his fists automatically, "You killed her. You killed her without a second thought."
The blond nodded and gave a shrug, "What's your point?" Anger welled up inside of him.
These creatures nearly took his life away. Amy saved him. Now these cold machines took her away. It was like they came back for him.
'I'm sorry, Amy.'
"You...BITCH!" he yelled, feeling his eyes burn hot, feeling his throat tighten, barely squeezing the words out. He rarely cursed.
"What?" the android said in shock. Before he realized what he was doing - he was moving. It felt natural in a way, so simple... He simply charged and swung, without knowing why. He only knew that these monsters had taken away Amy, and that they needed to feel the pain he felt.
His fist connected with her jaw, knocking her around so that she landed face down on the ground.
'Oh my god,' he thought.
The blond stirred, pushing herself up onto her knees.
'Run,' he could dimly hear Amy's voice in his head. It crescendoed instantly, blazing inside his skull, 'RUN!!'
He was moving again, his legs pumping, moving him as quick and silent as he could. Perspiration ran down his forehead, he barely noted that he was lost in miles of thick forest. His mind kept racing, thoughts overlapping one another as he gasped for air, 'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...is she behind me? is she behind me? is she behind me?....oh god, Amy, Amy, Amy...' He felt like the only way any of the information made it through was by repetition.
For the first time in his life, he felt paranoid.
So he looked over his shoulder to see nothing behind him.
It was then, however, that his foot snagged on a root, or a vine, or something. It didn't matter what, because all he knew was that he was falling. He stumbled, trying to sustain his balance and pull free, but it didn't work.
He twisted in mid-air. 'Oh shit,' he thought, 'Oh shit.'
His body slammed against the ground hard, his foot loosening just in time to keep his momentum.
His body tumbled as he hit the edge of a hill. Here it was muddy from the recent rain. This was the densest part of the forest. He reached out to stop, but his hands merely dug into a soggy mess and he was unable to grip anything now that his hands were slick. He thought, 'Oh shit.'
He hit the edge of a tree, the force knocking him around so that he slid on his back, facing up hill. 'Oh fuck,' he thought, unable to see where he was going, 'I'm going to hit a rock and bust my head open, I just know it.'
His head connected with something hard, but whether it was a rock or not he wasn't sure because the next moment he was rolling down the steeper side of the hill so fast he felt like he could've vomited from the sheer thought of it. The world looked distorted, almost disconnected. He saw something large ahead. 'Shit, oh shit,' he thought, giving a futile attempt at stopping his body, but gravity was much more powerful in this case.
'Ow,' he thought before it even happened.
He hit another fallen tree, but because this was mostly rotted through it broke under his weight and allowed him a pleasant tumbling free fall for about two seconds before he landed sharp on his right knee. Even through the pants, he could feel blood oozing from the wound created. He couldn't stop to see how bad it was, however, as the farther he went along the steeper the hill wished to get. He felt sunlight splash across his skin, and blind his eyes whenever he happened to face up for the briefest of seconds. He was out in the open now, he could feel it, hear it, sense it...
Dry dirt clung to the mud, the dust kicking up, rolling into his mouth and nose - sticking to open wounds, and small cuts. 'I'm never going to stop,' he thought as he again resisted the urge to vomit, 'I'm just going to die.'
His shoulder smashed into something, causing him to spin out of control. His legs moved forward and he slid a few feet, looking down the side of the large incline before the feet caught on something, and he was forced forward. The sharp incline got sharper by the yard and he did a full twist and somersault in the air. He tried to bend his knees but they scraped rock moments before his face felt it.
'Oh shit,' he thought, 'I just remembered where this goes.'
He heard his heartbeat louder than before. His stomach churned again, stomach acid lingering in the back of his throat as a migrain attacked his head. His hands reached, out, trying to grasp any protrustions in the side of the hill. He tried to stay as flat as possible, still fumbling, still reaching. He felt the ground shift and become steeper, nearly vertical. He coughed, wheezed, and choked on dirt and dry saliva. 'I'm dead,' he thought, moving frantically, 'I'm dead.'
His feet fell free from support. His body slid further. His hands grasped onto what they could, clinging on for dear life.
He breathed. The panic began to subside.
'I'm alive,' he realized, glancing down at the gourge beneath his feet. The hundreds of feet of nothing until rocks below.
'I'm alive.'
He began to climb.
He finished putting the rest of the scrap metal by the edge of the road, as Amy had asked. He never minded to do chores or things of the like for her - after all - she had saved his life, and for that, he was quite grateful. He gazed up at the deep, blue sky for a moment. He shielded his eyes from the sun as he took a gaze at the variety of clouds that littered the sky. It was a beautiful morning, really. Amy was outside, doing some observations, and he was towing the garbage down to the pick-up point - something that wasn't difficult to do in the least. He inhaled the air, breathing in the scent, taking it into his lungs and holding it there for a moment. And then, he heard Amy scream.
'Amy!'
His feet turned and he dashed towards her voice, like a knight in shining armor who goes to the damsel in distress. When she came into view he saw a man with black hair next to her. He had her arm in a grip, and he was speaking lowly. Amy struggled, trying to push the man away with no avail. She pulled away, glancing around for a way to escape when she saw him - 001. Their eyes met. He saw fear in her eyes. He'd never seen her so afraid. "RUN!" she screamed at him, "RUN!" He took a step back, indecisiveness holding him in place - half of him wanted to rush forward and simply save her, the other half wanted to obey her and run. The man looked at him, ice blue eyes hitting him to the core.
'So dead,' he thought, 'So lifeless.'
"RUN!" Amy screamed at the top of her lungs, tears running down her pretty face as she couldn't stand to see the handsome young man die before her feet, "RUN, ZERO!" A young woman emerged from the around the side of the house, joining the stranger.
"I got her," said the man, "you get him." 001's heart began to beat faster, thumping loudly, beating in his ears.
'Oh my god..' he stared in realization.
These were the androids. They were going to kill Amy, and they were going to kill him.
"You look familiar," said the blond.
He turned and ran into the forest as fast as he could. His feet pounded the dirt floor, and he heard laughter behind him. He closed his eyes briefly, forcing his legs to move faster, to push him farther, to get him away. 'I'll run for you Amy,' he thought as he leaped over a fallen tree, 'I'll run for...' He heard her scream again. He stopped in his tracks and spun around, his lungs craving oxygen, but still he screamed, "AMY!!"
The blond spoke behind him, "Yes, your little friend is dead."
He spun around in surprise, clenching his fists automatically, "You killed her. You killed her without a second thought."
The blond nodded and gave a shrug, "What's your point?" Anger welled up inside of him.
These creatures nearly took his life away. Amy saved him. Now these cold machines took her away. It was like they came back for him.
'I'm sorry, Amy.'
"You...BITCH!" he yelled, feeling his eyes burn hot, feeling his throat tighten, barely squeezing the words out. He rarely cursed.
"What?" the android said in shock. Before he realized what he was doing - he was moving. It felt natural in a way, so simple... He simply charged and swung, without knowing why. He only knew that these monsters had taken away Amy, and that they needed to feel the pain he felt.
His fist connected with her jaw, knocking her around so that she landed face down on the ground.
'Oh my god,' he thought.
The blond stirred, pushing herself up onto her knees.
'Run,' he could dimly hear Amy's voice in his head. It crescendoed instantly, blazing inside his skull, 'RUN!!'
He was moving again, his legs pumping, moving him as quick and silent as he could. Perspiration ran down his forehead, he barely noted that he was lost in miles of thick forest. His mind kept racing, thoughts overlapping one another as he gasped for air, 'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...is she behind me? is she behind me? is she behind me?....oh god, Amy, Amy, Amy...' He felt like the only way any of the information made it through was by repetition.
For the first time in his life, he felt paranoid.
So he looked over his shoulder to see nothing behind him.
It was then, however, that his foot snagged on a root, or a vine, or something. It didn't matter what, because all he knew was that he was falling. He stumbled, trying to sustain his balance and pull free, but it didn't work.
He twisted in mid-air. 'Oh shit,' he thought, 'Oh shit.'
His body slammed against the ground hard, his foot loosening just in time to keep his momentum.
His body tumbled as he hit the edge of a hill. Here it was muddy from the recent rain. This was the densest part of the forest. He reached out to stop, but his hands merely dug into a soggy mess and he was unable to grip anything now that his hands were slick. He thought, 'Oh shit.'
He hit the edge of a tree, the force knocking him around so that he slid on his back, facing up hill. 'Oh fuck,' he thought, unable to see where he was going, 'I'm going to hit a rock and bust my head open, I just know it.'
His head connected with something hard, but whether it was a rock or not he wasn't sure because the next moment he was rolling down the steeper side of the hill so fast he felt like he could've vomited from the sheer thought of it. The world looked distorted, almost disconnected. He saw something large ahead. 'Shit, oh shit,' he thought, giving a futile attempt at stopping his body, but gravity was much more powerful in this case.
'Ow,' he thought before it even happened.
He hit another fallen tree, but because this was mostly rotted through it broke under his weight and allowed him a pleasant tumbling free fall for about two seconds before he landed sharp on his right knee. Even through the pants, he could feel blood oozing from the wound created. He couldn't stop to see how bad it was, however, as the farther he went along the steeper the hill wished to get. He felt sunlight splash across his skin, and blind his eyes whenever he happened to face up for the briefest of seconds. He was out in the open now, he could feel it, hear it, sense it...
Dry dirt clung to the mud, the dust kicking up, rolling into his mouth and nose - sticking to open wounds, and small cuts. 'I'm never going to stop,' he thought as he again resisted the urge to vomit, 'I'm just going to die.'
His shoulder smashed into something, causing him to spin out of control. His legs moved forward and he slid a few feet, looking down the side of the large incline before the feet caught on something, and he was forced forward. The sharp incline got sharper by the yard and he did a full twist and somersault in the air. He tried to bend his knees but they scraped rock moments before his face felt it.
'Oh shit,' he thought, 'I just remembered where this goes.'
He heard his heartbeat louder than before. His stomach churned again, stomach acid lingering in the back of his throat as a migrain attacked his head. His hands reached, out, trying to grasp any protrustions in the side of the hill. He tried to stay as flat as possible, still fumbling, still reaching. He felt the ground shift and become steeper, nearly vertical. He coughed, wheezed, and choked on dirt and dry saliva. 'I'm dead,' he thought, moving frantically, 'I'm dead.'
His feet fell free from support. His body slid further. His hands grasped onto what they could, clinging on for dear life.
He breathed. The panic began to subside.
'I'm alive,' he realized, glancing down at the gourge beneath his feet. The hundreds of feet of nothing until rocks below.
'I'm alive.'
He began to climb.