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I ready do need some opinions on the story, and don't like being left hanging; it's me personally because I'm a reviewaholic. I'm calling the Irken 62 as a nickname for now, since the name part isn't going to be a big deal for a while. (Yeah he has an number as a name) O.o"
And remember he's only 30 years old, which means he is still a newborn smeet in Irken years and worst without training.
The Lone Irken
62 laid there in a field surrounded by grass. He heard of the plants through the Iris database, but he never knew he would encounter them. There were so many of the plants that he thought it unreal. But he knew they were there and they were a sign of his accomplishment. He could smell it and feel the grass brush against his skin. How strange? These things and feelings.
He seemed to have completely forgotten of his lifetime torture, momentarily. He was able to think more clearly and breathe easier here. Was this outside world affecting him?
So many questions flooded his mind as he looked at the changing sky. He had been laying there for a few hours huddled against the oversized lab coat and he strangely began to feel his limbs. He had only felt a constant numbness throughout his life. Being injected with the dreadful drugs that caused his immobility, but now the drug was leaving his system rapidly.
At first he began moving his hands, it was pained but after moving them for a few seconds and working his muscles. He brought more feeling to them, and then he began working the same procedure with his toes and the rest of his body.
It took him a good 5 minutes before he could fully move every muscle and limb. He was still sore, but had gained back a distant function of movement, that he hadn't felt since he first opened his eyes.
He smiled for the first time. It was completely new and he never experienced it before. He only saw a few of those humans do it and he seemed to like it. 62 knew that he couldn't stay here long; soon he'd have to move to get away. There was no doubt that they will be following him and he was not planning on being captured by those wrenched humans.
He got up, but his cybernetic limbs picked him up instead of himself. He didn't want to walk with them and he tried retracted the extra limbs back into his PAK. But he had not luck. How the hell am I supposed to put these things away? He complained in his mind.
He struggled, stupidly flailing his arms and legs to try to get back on the ground, the PAK limbs still holding him in the air. How did he lay on the ground the first place? If these stupid things won't let him at least brush his feet against the ground. He tried grabbing the things, but they moved away and he looked like a dog trying to chase its tail. And one of the limbs had some of that filthy human's gunk on it.
He screamed his first words in a hoarse voice from the lack of him using his voice regularly, "Put me down! You...you things.
That was the first time he said something, it was stupid and he didn't care. He wanted to get down and these things won't let him. He was flipped upside down, still suspended in the air with the arachnid limbs. He felt the blood rush up his head and he began feeling drowsy and freaked out struggling even more.
"AHHHH, LEMME GO. LEMME GO! He screamed thinking he was going to die from the very things that helped him, and then they decide to backstab him, and ironically they were attached to his back.
He wanted to rip the thing off his back just for it to stop and suddenly the limbs retracted and withdraw into his PAK. Like he said some sort of threat.
He fell face first with a yelp, his antennae twitching from pain. He painfully pushed himself up, and struggled a little just stand up. He spat out a few blades of grass that burned his tongue, and took note to avoid putting things in his mouth.
He sighed, and wobbly took his first unaided step. He managed to take a few steps before tripping and falling flat on his face again. It took a few seconds to get a hold of walking, after that he had no trouble; he just tripped over the lab coat instead. He walked for hours and even tripped and fell down a hill, during his long trek.
His walk wasn't pleasant. He ran into several blackberry bushes and came out screaming in pain. He was busy pulling out the thorns, wincing with both antennae flattened against his head, when a of a sudden he was attacked by a bear. He had climbed up a tree and that accused bear just wouldn't go away.
"Go away! You stupid filthy beast," He screamed and received a angry roar back from the pissed off animal. He shrunk closer to the branch and shuddered.
62 decided he hated nature and it was as bad as being trapped in the facility, except it was more painful. But he knew one thing; if you stayed in one spot it wasn't painful at all. It was pleasant.
An hour, a few dark clouds covered the sky…
The bear growled and ran finally away.
He perked up his antennae. The beast had enough sense to leave him alone, maybe it wasn't as stupid as he thought.
But he was dead wrong about staying in one spot, because a drop of liquid fell from the sky and landed on his skin. Burning him with a hissing sound. His eye twitched in pain and over millions of the burning liquid began falling from the sky. He screamed falling out the tree, and pulled the lab coat over himself for protection, it was a pathetic attempt because the liquid trailed and landed on the ground; he began running and jumping up in pain, because he was bare foot.
He again tripped over the lab coat and fell into a huge puddle. He began screaming uncontrollably, stuck and unable to move from the intense pain. His eyes were squeezed shut and his body twitched. He whimpered, as the acidic-like liquid burned more intensely with every second.
The rain lasted for 15 whole minutes, it felt like forever and his body had numbed with pain. He shakily picked himself up. This liquid was familiar, he saw a few scientists bathe their hands in a clear liquid that they called H2O. This horrid stuff looked exactly like it, but he could be wrong there were others.
He was limping and shook with cold. He thought, "Why is this happening to me?" Was he meant to die?
He was about to just give up, he should have stayed at that Iris facility to die by the humans, instead of escaping. To end it quick, all he would have to do is find a larger and deeper pool of this H2O and throw himself in.
That's when he stumbled across a small two-story structure, probably human made. It was made of something other than metal, it had some other strange colorful plants, decorated in front of it and a large hovering metal device, he guessed was used for a means of transportation.
Right now he didn't care about the humans, he needed shelter; he darted towards the door and collided straight into it with a "thwack." He fell down with a painful moan. The humans would have heard that, if they were present. He looked at the door.
It looks like a door. Why didn't it slide open? He realized it must need a cardkey; he looked around and found nothing. 62 wasn't about give up now, he examined the door more closely. It wasn't metal; it had a round thing sticking slightly out with an odd-shaped hole below it. He didn't get it but he guessed, he grabbed the round object and started playing with it and it seemed to move, but only so far.
He spent 3 minutes trying to figure it out, but at the end he gave up and broke the window instead, then climbed in. It was surprisingly more comfortable and welcoming in this human made structure. He was expecting a medicine smell with computers, monitors and filing cabinets with a bunch of white coats like he was wearing.
Instead it had one monitor, some soft but comfortable flooring, a bunch of soft chairs and a few other human applications he turned on and screamed at. He walked up the stairs to the upper level of the structure, and then he looked in a bunch of rooms digging in a few things and finding some over-sized clothes and upper body things with straps that he didn't get. He completely avoided a bright pink room after seeing a bunch of tiny inanimate human females occupying the room, it could be an ambush. When he looked through the clothes he was expecting a bunch of white lab coats. He was less knowledgeable about humans than he thought.
He entered a room that was colored blue and had a bunch of beasts designed everywhere. He sorted through a few stuff and drawers; he smiled, eyes flashing a bright crimson when he found something interesting and useful. Tons of clothing items that looked his size, he looked through them and settled with a pair of jeans, some shades, some black and gray sporting gloves, a black hoodie that had a skull printed in the front, and pair of black boots he found.
He just didn't feel right walking around nude with only a oversized lab coat to cover him, and he might be able to blend in. He quickly dressed and felt more secure once he had the clothes on. He had to ripe a hole for his PAK because he was more insecure without it, the hoodie was pulled up, gloves securely on, shades placed over eyes and wearing the boots.
He explored the rest of the house, turning on and off lights, looking in the fridge, not knowing the purpose of the items sitting in it but gagged from the smell and he last entered a small tiled room with a strange bowl-like object with a handle near the top.
"Hmm, what is this infernal human torture device?" He wondered.
If he knew the saying curiosity killed the cat, he wouldn't have looked into the toilet. He ran screaming "MADNESS" for some reason and puked after he looked.
"Uh, humans are disgusting!" He said with a shudder, and grimaced at what other horrible surprises the humans had stored for him. How could it get any worse?
He decided to sit on one of those chairs. He had always wanted to know what it felt like sitting in a chair. He found it was the most comforting thing in his life. He forgot about everything for a minute and all his muscles seemed to relaxed, then he felt his eyes heavily close from the comfort.
2 hours of sleeping or recharging…
He was being prodded and he woke with a start. He was in a different room and two humans, one was female with blonde hair with bangs and one was male with short black hair. They were wearing blue shirts with black ties clipped to the shirt, with black pants. They wore a shiny piece of metal pinned to their shirts and wore a belt fitted with weapons. He knew a weapon when he saw one.
His mind was racing with panic and he could feel himself heating up with anger. He was found out and they were going to take him back to that horrid facility.
The male human leaned over, "Son, we found you in someone's house with their window broken. We would have charged you with breaking and entering. But we'll bring this matter to be dealt with by your parents."
He was confused, and all he could say was, "Eh."
The female rolled her eyes and leaned on a table, "Son, your parents."
He had a feeling that he might be able to get away, but the mention of the Parental Unit confused him and he was shaking slightly. This meant that these humans hadn't seen through his poor disguise yet or they just didn't care. He never talked to a human before and his words were scrambled. All he could say was one word.
"Huh," was all he could say.
This went on for an hour and the two authority humans became frustrated and began conversing with each other.
"I think he's mentally retarded," she said, pushing her bangs from her forehead.
"Um, you think. He has green skin for god's sake! The male said furrowing his brow. "We also couldn't find anyone missing a child. A green one in particular."
He did not no what this word retarded meant, but he had a feeling it was an insult. He gritted his teeth as he began to feel his anger rising.
The female looked in thought, "hmm, you know he could be an orphan."
"I don't care if he's an orphan, I don't feel like dealing with law breaking retarded green kids. Just send him to foster care," The male human sighed, and seemed to had gotten bored already.
She raised a brow, "you mean an orphanage."
"No, I mean foster care. The orphanage will kill him, those kids aren't exactly right in the head. And I don't want to deal with him, so foster care is best," the male human said.
He had a bad feeling. The orphanage horrified him and he wondered if Iris was this orphanage they spoke of, but this foster care thing didn't sound good at all either.
Hehe, he's completely clueless
Phew, I don't know why I summit these chapters this late but just bare with me. And please review; they encourage people to continue their stories.
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