I woke up. And that was the problem. It was still early dawn, of who knows how many days I've slept, and still a little dark. I hissed and cursed at myself as I stood up, taking a glimpse at the water below. I leaned over a little and a breeze caught my antennae when the suicidal thought returned. I could jump. End it all. With just one little hop and let gravity do the rest. Wouldn't it be easier then what I was always doing now? Running and hiding, sleepless, ever alert, living in fear and paranoid panic......this was not what my future was to be.
But...if I did jump.....then I wouldn't have to worry about my future. I wouldn't have one. I suppose what it may come down to is if I wanted a future or not. Fight or give up came the reason. Never. I'd never surrender, not even to this life. I was not created as a surrenderor, oh no, quite the contrary. I was made for war and the death of my prey. But I was also a prototype Irken. Gliches were numerous in my creation. But I'd fight them.
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I walked away from the ocean's cliff after giving it a glare.
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"No, this way!"
"YES SIR!"
"Hush! We're sneaking away, not giving ourselves away!"
"*whispering*Yes Sir!"
"Ugh.....why am I stuck with a MIR unit...."
"Because you be banished!"
"Great, so I'm banned from two planets now."
Two silhouettes sneak themselves around a military base, moving silently but quickly from a small white building. The smaller shadow-being trips over something and lands with a clang but before the taller one can curse a ringing alarm sounds and thirty doors slam open from the outside, revealing ten armed soldiers from each one. "MIR!"
"Yes Sir!"
"RUN!"
The two run for cover, being followed into the forest by a shouting blur of stomping and shooting. The taller figure of the two obvious fugitives grabs the smaller one and dives to the sharp right then into a bush.
"Where'd they go?"
"I don't know.....it's too dark to tell."
"Let's return to base. At the most it was probably just some Irken."
"Ha, yeah, already as good as dead in these wolf-infested woods. Weakling creature."
They head off and the two crawl out of the bush once the voices were out of range. The MIR's mismatched eyes create an errie blue glow around them after the other creature claps. It is revealed as an Irken, a male disquinished by the antennae, his companion being what looks like a horrible mistake of a SIR unit. The Irken sighs sadly and leans against a tree, plopping down to rest. His black and pink-tipped uniform is faded and torn, and the heel of his boots are long gone. He's dusty and a complete reck, complete with streaks down his face from his eyes that hold no dirt. "Well MIR...another research facility cleared." Another sigh. "We haven't found them yet." The robot looked up at his master with a small gaping mouth. "Master-guy, thar still be da entire earth to find them peoples!"
"Yes......but.....I'm loosing hope. We've been at it for so long now.....and my alterations on the cruiser are far from complete. I don't know MIR.........this may be it. I'm not leaving this place until I find her."
"What if she be all deadified?"
A pause. The Irken glared at his servant.
"So now you're a pessimist?"
A/N: Whoo, cliff-hangerish! Umm.......review and crap.....I dunno. I actually wrote this all in one night, and it's one in the morning now.
