Chapter 5: Tears of Heartache

Kate's Pov:

So there I was, sitting in the dark hole known as Nos4A2's home sweet home by myself while the bot sucker was catching some Zs. Seriously?! He sucks up all that energy from other bots and he still needs a recharge?! What an absolute load of bullshit! I'm also surprised that he's so skinny looking because under normal fleshy circumstances, he would be as big as a baby sperm whale by now with all that energy he stole. But of course he's a robot and doesn't have to worry about gaining weight like humans and other flesh beings do. Speaking of looks, I wondered how my appearance was fairing after all the heck I went though. I looked around and found a big piece of a broken mirror sitting up against the wall near Nos4A2's coffin. Very quietly I snuck pasted his coffin to use it before he had the chance to wake up and catch me. Once I made it I looked at it to see my appearance. To my relief there was no damage to worry about and take care of. Just the same old me with the same old looks. My same old mocha brown and red licorice highlighted tipped hair, same old pale as a dove skin, same old Blushing Berry lipstick lips and purple eyeshadow, same old cute nerd glasses with light purple frames, and of course same old hazel eyes that can sometimes look like emeralds. Which was funny because emerald happens to be my birthstone since I was born in May. Of course besides the facial appearance I also was pretty slim for my age. My chest size wasn't really big but it wasn't too small either. It was pretty much in between the two. Of course normally I would be wearing a purple tshirt, a green vest, denim shorts, some black tights, and a pair of purple sneakers. But instead I was stuck wearing Star Command's footie pajamas that they wear under their uniforms to keep from getting uncomfortable. Well ya know, without that suit I feel anything but comfortable with Nos. For a robot he doesn't really think like one. He thinks more like a man than a man built machine really. I mean the fricking drone was flirting with me! FLIRTING! I mean seriously! Is he programmed to be mental or to be a fucking pervert?! If I don't get out of here soon he might to do something not so...nice to me. Soon I decided to try and get some sleep to help pass the time and to recharge my own batteries, no pun intended. Of course me sleeping on a hard metal floor was extremely uncomfortable. But after some tossing and turning I finally managed to fall asleep. A few hours later I woke up to the sound of Nos4A2's coffin opening and letting off some steam. As I sat up my neck and back felt a bit stiff from sleeping on the ground, so I tried to rub them to make them feel better. Nos sat up from his coffin and looked around the place only to have his red optics land on me and smiled.

"Good evening my my dear Kate. I trust that you slept well?" He said with a pleasant tone in his voice.

I rolled my eyes at him before answering. "Oh yeah Nos, I sure did. This stiff feeling in my neck and back are just peachy." I said with unamused sarcasm.

Of course he just frowned and took off for the exit.

"Hey wait! Where are you going?!" I yelled out to him.

He stopped for a moment to address me.

"What does it look like my dear? I'm going out for a bite to eat of course. And you're going to stay here like a good little hostage and wait for my return."

He turned to leave but I made him stop again when I spoke up.

"But I need to have a word with you! It's about what you are gonna do to keep me alive. I'm an organic being who'll need to have a bite to eat myself eventually!"

He looked at me with a bit of disgust in his features.

"Are you serious? You are a hostage, not some queen who needs to be waited apon! You are wasting my time!"

I just huffed out an angered breath of disbelief.

"I'm not asking to be waited apon you programmed prick! I'm saying that if you want to keep me alive you'll at least have to feed me in order to make sure I do! If you don't I'll starve to death! Then what will you do without a hostage for your plan?!"

That made him pause for a moment to think. He groaned in defeat after realizing how right I was.

"I suppose you do make an excellent point my dear. Very well then. When I return I shall steal something from the market for you to eat. Anything else you may need?"

I thought a moment before answering.

"Well, an old mattress and a blanket would sound better than the floor to sleep on. That is if it's alright with you. After all I also need proper sleep if I'm gonna also stay in good health."

He rolled his optics and held his arms up in an "why me?!" fashion.

"Alright then. I will see what I can do about making proper resting arrangements as well. Now I must be off. Oh, and just so you know Miss Kate, if you try to escape, I will hunt you down and drag you back down here. And you can bet that I won't be so nice to you if I do."

With that he flew off through the exit and left me alone.

"Don't worry your royal bolts for brains, I'm not going anywhere. Besides, it's not like I could leave even if I wanted to." I said to myself as I stared up at the exit.

How the hell would I be able to leave anyway? The only way out was through that hole at the top of the place I was in. Unless I somehow became Super Girl or SpiderWoman, I knew for a fact that I wouldn't be leaving this place any time soon. Soon I walked over to a near by wall and sat down against it and began to cry. I felt so scared and alone in this place. I mean I know Nos was here and stuff, but he wasn't exactly the best of company. I wished and prayed so hard for the Rangers to hurry and save me from this place. I soon reached into the front of my space pjs and pulled out a picture that I always kept close to me since I went into the foster care system. It was a picture of my dad and me hugging eachother in a parking lot of a Golden Corral restaurant, back in May of 2013 just a few days before my 18th birthday. He was wearing a blue and white plaid button up tshirt, blue jeans, some tan work boots, and a green ball cap. I on the other hand was sporting a pink long sleeved button up dress shirt, sneakers with neon orange laces, some jeans, and a pink ball cap with the word "Fox" written on it in blue. My dad is the kind of man with a sound mind and a good heart despite the problems he has. He also has a great scene of humor and knows the best of jokes. I know just about everything he likes. I can also never forget how he looks either because for me he sticks out in a crowd like an attractive sore thumb. He has brown hair like mine, blue eyes, and a mustache that makes him look awesome. And for an old guy he still looks pretty handsome for his age. But the thing I love about him the most is he's honest with me unlike my mom is. He came to me and told that he couldn't take care of me do to the problems he has. He wasn't like my mom who lied to me and ran off like a coward to God knows where while I was stuck in a respite place believing her lie about her coming back. Boy was I an idiot. How could I not see through her damn lie? But who the fuck really cares? She's gone and I'm glad. I don't need some liar like her in my life. All I need is my foster family, my friends, my dad, three half and birth brothers and birth sister, and of course now the Rangers and the LGDS that I hope will find me before something awful happens. Soon after crying I looked around at the place to find that it was in need of a good cleaning. I mean the place was covered in dead robots. It was obvious that Nos was the kind of bachelor who didn't care to be clean like some people did. So with nothing better to do, I got up, placed the picture back in my pjs, and started to stack up the robots in a neat pile. Maybe coming back to a clean home would make Nos4A2 treat me with a bit more respect.