A Nindroid's Tears: Forgotten 2

by A. L. Huang

Zane is in an accident and goes into a coma. His family turns him off for a year, not realizing their Nindroid can perceive everything, even after dead. Can a touch after that long, from a loved one, bring him back? If he does return, will people accept him? What has changed in a year? He was intending to tell Pixal about his memories. Rated T for my usual violence stories.

6. Chapter 6: Cover Up

Chapter 6

Cover Up

"No, let go of me!" I demand as several pairs of strong hands grab me, nails biting into my robotic flesh.

Jason undoes the front of my gi, exposing my bare chest, filled with gears and wires. I glance wildly at my enemy's hand, moving slowly, greedily, to my button, and he presses it gently. No, this is not good. I have to do something, because if he finds my energy source, it's over. I head-butt the man on my left and snap my head round, sinking my teeth into the right man's hand, squirting blood everywhere. Both release me, but two more garb me, slamming my back against a birch tree, snow dropping on my hair. Jason's smile dissipates as the metal flaps protecting my energy source open up, revealing a round, blue piece that glows and pulses like a heart. Everyone stares at it, mesmerized by its uniqueness I suppose.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jason laughs madly, "This is it! This is what we need!"

Is he taking away my energy source for a scheme of his, or does he intend to kill me by extracting it? This does not compute. My mind races to come up with an explanation, my heart pounding visibly, with a rapidly sickening thump. My breaths come in rasps from the increasing pain and the uncertainty of the situation. I attempt to asses it, but to no avail, at least, not at the moment of my current plight. My eyes widen as Jason's large, gloved hand reaches for my energy source, and I struggle to get away. The grips round my arms tighten as the hand lightly touches my pulsing heart. Searing pain tears through it, sparks flying in the air as I scream with all my might, unable to refrain from tears welling up in my eyes. Jason's hand snaps back as he gazes at my agony with sheer delight, like a child eating all the chocolate candy in the world without fear of ever being punished or told to cease consumption of the sweets. My entire body goes limp with partial relief.

Jason flips the hilt of the tiny blade with dexterous fingers, eyeing it like a bar of gold. He turns to face me with gleeful malice as his fingertips squeeze round the significantly small knife, and he plunges it in my chest. I screech in intolerable pain as the sharp blade pierces my blue heart, my source of life. My senses dull, become a distant nightmare as the men release me and I slump down against the tree, falling face down into the snow.

I lie there for quite some time, everything feeling painful. I hear a vehicle start and I raise my head up to see headlights in my direction. A sharp pain rips anew through my bod as it rams into me and everything goes black.

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"No, no, no, no, no!" I scream, abruptly sitting up, feeling sharp pain in my sides, left arm and shoulder, especially my chest. I am lying on a white bed, with a monitor beeping next to me. Pixal is sitting on a chair alongside the bed, her head leaning on my leg, fast asleep. I smile weakly as I lie back down and reach an unsteady hand towards her, but jerk my hand back when I hear two things: a long, distinct beep of dead heart on a monitor and...

"Kai, no!" someone screams desperately.

You will find out if Kai survives in the next chapter.