Thanks to the fourteen people who read this. It made my day and I'm still etching out the plot but I have some villains and maybe I might borrow a few of RWBY's villains. If you have any suggestions, any at all, throw them to me and I'll see what I can do. Anyway, on with the story...
When Aionion finally woke up, he was lying in a hospital bed. He could tell because the room was mostly colored a sterile white and smelt like antisceptics and cleaning chemicals.
He had so many wires and tubes attached to him, that he looked like he was part of the machine. He was back in the godforsaken hospital gown, and was completely alone in the room.
Aionion pulled the first cord off his chest and one of the machines started screeching like a banshee. Aionion simply punched the damn thing until it stopped.
He continued to pull off the cords. It took several minutes but he was finally free of the intruding objects. A nurse came in, took one look at him, and ran back out screaming that he was awake.
Dr. Burner raced in to see Aionion pulling on the black clothes he was given earlier that week. Aionion looked at him then nodded to the clock.
Dr. Burner was at a loss for words. What the hell does that mean? Dr. Burner asked, " Kid, what do you need? The time, the day, the year?" Aionion nodded at the second time period.
"Oh! It's been two days since you came to us. We were gonna wait until you were awake to examine how you function. Because you have no actual mouth, nose, or ears, we wanted to see how you're still alive."
Aionion stared at him until he realized what he meant. He gestured for the pen in Burner's shirt pocket. Burner looked confusedly at him. Frustrated, Aionion simply grabbed the pen in his pocket and the clipboard and wrote for a few minutes.
Aionion handed the clipboard back and watched as Burner read the note.
I absorb oxygen through my skin. I have no need for food because I also absorb it from the air. Think of me as a plant given human features and a conscience. I take in energy from the sun and use it accordingly. It is much more efficient than consuming the energy after it has been passed around.
Aionion's handwriting was cruel, but it got the point across. Burner stared at the writing, astonished. The boy was completely self sufficient. He used the sun's rays to replenish his energy instead of breaking down the food and using it to make energy.
"So what about sleeping?" Burner timidly asked. Aionion took the clipboard back and wrote a new note.
I do not sleep. I can go dormant like plants to quickly replenish my aura and heal wounds, but it is only for emergencies. Going dormant requires a lot of energy and should only be used sparingly. I will long outlive your puny human lifespan.
Burner blanched at the insult wrapped in an innocent comment. Burner nodded and left the room, shaking his head. He turned left at the intersection, went down the long hallway, and entered a large room that was sparsely furnished.
Seriously! There was literally only a desk, a bookcase, a laptop on the desk, a lamp next to the laptop, and an antique looking chair.
Burner shivered at the cool air that went down his spine as he entered. The man that was in the chair still scared him. He stood at an imposing six feet and, while not very built, Burner knew the strength behind those hands. He couldn't shake hands with anyone for a week.
"Uh, Mr. Malcom?" He timidly asked. "The anomaly in Room 718 is awake. I suggest going to speak with the boy. His body is completely self sufficient. Here, read the notes he wrote." Burner passed the clipboard to Malcom.
Malcom looked over the notes that the kid had written for a few moments. He looked at Burner and asked, "What room did you say he was in?"
Burner was shaking after he told Malcom the room number. He continued shaking until he went to the employee's lounge where he promptly passed out. Thankfully he fainted near the couch and wouldn't suffer any injuries.
Malcom shook his head from inside his office. He saw the whole ordeal on the security cameras. He stood up, collected the clipboard and a pen, and left the room.
Malcom went down the long hallway, turned right, and entered Room 718. He shut the door behind him and turned to see the anomaly picking at the black clothes he wore. Malcom sat down in a nearby chair and looked over the notes once again.
"What's your name kid? I've gotta call you something." Aionion grabbed the pen and clipboard and wrote his name on it.
"Interesting name. Greek, if I'm not mistaken." Malcom passed the clipboard to Aionion. "You have two choices now, no three actually. Leave, stay and work here, or become part of our experimental mercenary program. You have two days to make your decision so there is no hurry." With his piece said, Malcom left Aionion to his thoughts.
Time Skip (Two days after the choice was given)
Aionion paced the floor for what felt like the thousanth time. He still couldn't make uo his mind. He wanted to leave, but the offers to stay were so tempting.
He turned back around as he neared the bed again, going for another pace. Should I stay or should I go? If I leave, I lose my best chance for survival, but if I stay, I could be stuck here forever. Decisions, decisions...
Aionion turned to the door as it opened. When the man walked in he had the clipboard and pen again but some paperwork was on it and some lined paper for.. communication he guessed.
Malcom shut the door behind him and turned to Aionion. "Good afternoon Aionion. I take it you thought long and hard about this? If you change your mind now, there is no going back. Plus, the girl you brought with you, she's staying. She also said her name was Síma."
That sold the deal for Aionion. If she stayed, he'd stay too. Malcom felt a little dirty for his trick. Síma would only stay if Aionion stayed. Aionion would only stay if Síma stayed. So he lied to both to get them both to stay.
Aionion noticed a brief flash of guilt flash across Malcolm's face, but dismissed it as coincidence. He would join them, but he didn't want to be a boring old employee. No, he would join their experimental program.
Aionion wrote his answer on the lined paper and Malcom took it back. He rearranged the papers and handed the correct ones to Aionion. Aionion spent an agonizing five minutes looking over the forms before signing them and handing them to Malcom.
Malcom looked back over the papers checking to make sure he signed in the right places,then put his own insignia where he was supposed to sign. Malcom then called in a nurse to deliver the papers to his office, where he would deal with them later.
For now though, Malcom would bring Aionion to his quarters in the experimental wing. It was a decently sized room, big enough for two people but clearly only meant for one person.
Aionion, having no materials to call his own, left the room bare as it was now. He'd decorate it later. He looked questioningly at Malcom who nodded and shuffled out the door, towards where there were obviously two people fighting with swords.
As he walked into the room, he took notice of the instructor teaching Sima. They were facing away from the door and Aionion couldn't tell if they were male or female. Sima had two small swords in her hands but she looked exhausted. They took a small break and Sima dropped to the floor, dragging the swords with her. Sima smiled at Aionion from where she lay.
(A/N) Ooh a cliffhanger... Didn't plan on it but eh. Still need two scientists. Send me your best names and I'll give a shout-out to the people who sent in the names I liked the most. Síma will die at one part (T-T) but it is too move the plot along and bring Aionion to near silence.(heh, not that its too hard or anything) Leave me a review with your suggestions, names, villains, anything really and I'll answer as best I can.
EDIT(4/9/15): I'm surprised no one has reviewed. I really want your support and/or flames because it helps me to refine my writing and lets you readers to get your own opinion in here. Leave a review and tell me stuff. PLEASE!