The creak of steel being bent out of place echoed in the dank air of the basement, the bright light overhead reflecting off of the chrome. Her hands were inside of the machine's 'head', soldering tool in hand as she worked diligently on the left optic. Teeth gritted as she barred down, steely blues behind her coke-bottle glasses were narrowed. The machine, Ultron, had remained still for the majority of the time of her working.
Silence filled the room except for the occasional hiss for the tool in her hand. Eyes scanned over wired as her hand moved slightly. There was a deep unrelenting sense of fear that had settled over her just after the machine had first spoken to her. It was dull, but it nagged at their mind when she wasn't in the drones immediate vicinity.
She removed one hand from the metal carcass and pushed up her glasses, sighing as she carefully removed herself and shuffled away from the machine. "How's that" she sounded exhausted, oil covered hands lifting a pre-stained mug to her lips.
The coffee had gone cold long ago, the pot just up the stairs was too, probably. She wouldn't know. She grimaced as she took a mouthful of the liquid. Bitter coffee resting on her tongue as she looked down, eyeing the drone carefully. The machine made a sound, like a groan as the crackle of electricity sounded out as his captor returned her mug to its previous location.
Its neck stained as it turned to look at her, optic flickering until both became a stable red.
Red.
She straightened herself out, standing, but readying herself as she knew this thing could be unpredictable. "There you are" came out, as a static laced grumble from the husk. She swallowed thickly, "here I am," she forced a chuckle out of herself, "whats up" awkwardly she threw up a peace sign. The head tilted, looking around. To the accumulating scrap pile, the stairs, the table, and then back to her. "Where am I?" it asked again. The same question it had been asking for the past couple of days since it turned back on. She paused, knowing that it would figure it out sooner or later. "You're in my basement" "where" he sounded annoyed, like her answer meant nothing to him as it didn't provide the right knowledge. "I-well" she stammered, "we're about ten minutes from Moose Lake, Minnesota". A low hum left him as he looked down, he mumbled something under the buzz.
She brought herself to move things away from his table, stepping quickly and putting things away. Hollow red eyes followed as she moved about, taking the laptop last, wishing him a curt 'goodbye' as she marched herself upstairs. The feeling of unease suddenly crushing her.
There was something wrong that she couldn't quite place her finger on just yet. Placing her computer on the work desk she made her way to her bedroom. There wasn't anyway that he could move, right?
No of course not, he's got no lower half of his body. And if he was crawling around she could hear him. She was safe for now.
