Chiro snapped his head around when he heard the sound of metal making contact with metal.
"What the hell did I hit?" the child said as he gaped up to see what looked like a gigantic metal war machine, which was now a haven for moss.
He cautiously strode towards it, the dull metal underneath looked years old.
Chiro had never come across anything like this in his life. It seemed foreign to the boy. There was something about this that made it seem totally unreal, like it really didn't belong here.
"It must have been here for years, but where did it come from?" Chiro asked to no one, as he allowed his hands to slide across the cool metal, knocking off a small bit of moss at the same time.
Just as he removed his hand, he heard the slight strain of a mechanical gear working, as the door in the left foot cruiser creaked open.
The boy dodged the blanket of moss that hit the ground. The parasitic plant had fallen into a heap where the boy once stood, when the door slid open.
The opening revealed a dusty metal interior that was almost as dull as its exterior. A chamber or corridor could be identified, leading into an impending darkness.
"That didn't just happen" Chiro said as he decided to pinch his arm just to check he was in reality.
That hurt. He was in reality.
The boy looked inside nervously. His eyes darted around; there was something at the back of this corridor or room. But he couldn't make it out from the outside world. He would have to enter this thing in order to find out.
He was unsure; he didn't understand what the exterior was, let alone the interior. He cautiously took a step inside, and just as he did, the door slid shut behind him.
Chiro spun around so fast that it was almost painful. He pounded his fist into the metal, ignoring the pain as he then gave a hard kick to follow. The metal was tough, not even a scratch. He sighed as he rested both his palms on the, once, door as he rested his head on his hand.
It was then the door re-slid open as Chiro fell back into the outside world. His stumble had twisted his ankle a little, but carefully he stood up again.
"This tin can is strange to say the least" Chiro commented, as he turned to go back inside the robot.
He had figured how to work the door at least, which was a comfort. It was this discovery that had spurred on his new exploration of the tin can. As he finally walked back into the robot, just as predicted the door shut again behind him.
He breathed a small sigh but pressed on.
He rested a hand on the metal wall, as he walked into the dark corridor. A safety measure he decided to employ to help him navigate the pitch black room. Chiro eventually made it half way, but could still see nothing.
The glint he saw outside had disappeared. He sighed; taking a few more steps before suddenly, a dim, flickering bulb detected the moving presence and highlighted the end of the room. A couple more steps and Chiro would have walked into the wall.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he looked carefully at what this poor light source had uncovered.
Six separate coloured tubes were uncovered; five of these seemed to be cylindrical glass cases. However the orange one was open. There colours were unusually bright, though he was unsure of how this had been done.
"It must be in the glass or a backing sheet perhaps?" Chiro said to himself regarding the coloured glass, as he studied the green tube in front of him. He turned, seeing each individual coloured tube in turn, leaving the orange until last.
He then decided to study the last tube in the centre. The orange. He looked inside, and as he took a few cautious steps, he was relieved nothing happened. He looked up to see what he could see before he was suddenly hurled upwards by an invisible force.
The boy screamed and cursed before he eventually stumbled out of the transport tube, falling to his knees.
His ankle and knees now really hurt due to the impact, but that was the least of his concerns now.
"This tin can really has it in for me, stay calm Chiro, breathe, think, breathe" Chiro said to himself as he stumbled past five coloured light tubes, he was not even caring what they were now. He presumed they were like the tubes he saw below, except they were covered in a heavy layer of dust.
This ultimately, obscured his view of the important multi coloured primates inside.
"Let's get a light on the subject and go from there" Chiro said to himself slightly panicking, as he limped over to what he presumed was a light switch, on the massive control panel.
Not really thinking about the consequences he carefully grabbed the lever in his hand before pulling it down.
A bad move.
A sudden bolt of green electricity escaped the control panel, burning through the boy's right hand, as if he absorbed it.
Chiro screamed as he tried to pull his hand away but it was fixed. Like a secret magnetic force. The green power was glowing brighter, and burning more and more through his hand until that glowed green too. With a scream he managed to finally free his hand by pulling away harshly, from what he thought was the malfunctioning control panel. His hand had now been burnt open but that was the least of his worries.
His head swam, as his knees buckled beneath him, the pain was spreading like a wild fire from the palm of his hand, across his whole body. The pain suddenly hit his chest hard as it seared his heart.
He failed to notice the shape of the green gorilla that took shape from the remaining electricity in front of him, the power primate's roar barely registered within the confusion. The pain subsided, but only a little, as it now seemed to pulse regularly within his body. Stronger agonising pains hit with each beat. It created a green aura over him without his realisation.
He fell forward as he managed to get back to his feet, and with that he ran back into the orange tube, as he suddenly felt himself falling to the unknown ground below. He landed harshly as he stumbled ungraciously out of the tube as he made a mad dash for the opposing wall. He slammed his hands repeatedly on the metal door in his panic. Bruising his already severely burned hand even more.
When the door finally gave way the boy flew out into the outside world. His legs carrying him, despite the pain, due to the adrenaline rush that held his body. He pounded his twisted ankle into the ground as he made his way back to the city. Nothing was registering within the boy's mind, not even his pain.