hey guys! yet another update wow. I've had the first few chapters done for a while now. So Whenever I feel like posting them XD But any who, yeah. Thank you so much for reading this! It really means a lot. I'm just warning you when the time comes that i run out of chapters to post I'll start begging for advice so tell people XD Cause I'll be stuck. Enjoy!

After a few weeks everyone had gone through the test, as we now called it. 88 thought that 266 was just a wuss, and that's why it had scared her so bad. I was developing different theories, thinking that it might have more to do with how similar she was to John, even though I had no idea how the two things could be connected.

Life was normal again, no one freaked over their number being called, since it was no longer a big deal. I wish it hadn't been the same with 88, since passing swelled her with more pride than I thought possible. She seemed even more obnoxious than before, much to my annoyance. She wouldn't stop gloating, stating often how easy the test had been and how she had been expecting so much more.

Then came the day we were allowed to leave the blocks.

We were herded outside, and I saw thousands of the robots come out. From all the blocks. They put us in our order, however I have no Idea how the order worked. It ended with 88 right behind me though, in an ironic and annoying twist.

After they had us do some drills, very few that were not hard at all, they told us to "socialize", though I had no interest in doing so. I looked around, and saw the high barbed fences. I wondered what the fences were for, because no one had any desire to leave into the nothing beyond. Maybe there were some kind of creature out there, that sometimes tried to get in. I didn't know nor did I care.

88 walked up to me in her sassy way, earning my normal mental twitch of annoyance. And as usual, I didn't let her have the pleasure of knowing it.

"First time outside, huh? Bit lame, I think. If I had my way, we could leave the fences!" She said. I just rolled my eyes.

She frowned at me, "Well, why not? It's not like we couldn't protect ourselves from anything out there!"

I glared at her, but most likely it came across as more of a stare, "If there was any reason are even any things out there, they'd let us out."

Still frowning, 88 shrugged. "Guess thems the breaks", And I was pleased to have finally gotten a point through her thick skull.

88 wandered off, claiming there was something she had to do, though I doubted that. Not that it even mattered. I looked around some more, to get used to my surroundings, and saw a scientist overlooking the entire yard. I had a feeling he was in charge. He didn't look particularly happy, with reddish brown hair that was partially slicked back, and a purple streak down the middle. He was pale with many freckles, and he looked a little familiar to me. I had probably seen him around. His random scarf that clashed horribly with his labcoat was blue and purple, and sitting besides him was a big, odd looking gun. He had no use for it, it seemed he kept it around for intimidation. If you were scared by that kind of thing, that is.

As I stared up at him, he glanced down and noticed me staring at him.

"Hey, you!" He called, and I gestured to myself to make sure he was referring to me, which made him roll his eyes.

"Yes, you! The particularly peasant-y lookin' one! Get up here!" He snarled and pointed to the stairs.

Nobody gave it a second glance, obviously this man doing something like this was common place. I wondered if I was peasant-y looking, before I stopped. That thought was stupid. I continued my way up the stairs to meet him.

When I got up there, he gestured for me to walk closer, so I did.

"You're new here, aren't you?" He asked me, I just nodded.

"Let me give you some advice... Don't get any ideas," He glared at me, and I was slowly getting the idea that he might not be the best or nicest of the doctors here.

"If you do anything out here, anything abnormal, I will know. All the idiots here think you're gonna be useful. That's not the feeling I get from you. I think you're gonna be a pain that's not worth the time. That's what I think about everyone of these pathetic... abominations. If you so much as make one move against anyone or anything in this place..." He held his hand threateningly up, as if he would strike me. I had an instinct to flinch, but I fought it. I wouldn't feel any pain if he did anyway, it was a worthless threat.

"Got it newbie?" He snarled.

I nodded again, then walked back down. That guy was just a load of hot air. But it seemed as if he was honestly worried about what would happen if I did something I wasn't supposed to outside. Why did he care? I had no desire to do anything I wasn't allowed to whatsoever.

When I got back down, I realized I hadn't seen 88 for a while. Too long of a while. For some reason, I knew she was up to no good. As I turned to find her, I heard behind me a small whimpering cry of some kind, and a familiar obnoxious laugh. When I looked, I saw a circle forming around where I assumed 88 probably was. I made my way over slowly, trying to pick up information from what I could hear.

"What's the matter, B-483, Spider got your tongue?"

"Uhh... No..." I heard a voice I never heard before say cautiously.

"That's good. Spiders are way too amazing to touch lowlifes like you!"

"Um, well, uh..."

"Speak up or shut up, beta" she snarled, and I was almost close enough to see through the now thick circle. Quickly, I tried to find the spot where I could force my way through.

"I, I don't think you're really allowed to talk to me like this... I-I mean, I'm pretty sure..." He said hesitantly, and the sheer innocence of his voice for some reason compelled me to save him.

"Talk to like what, B-483? Like you're a stupid waste of space beta robot that shouldn't exist? I see no reason to not take things as they are!" She cackled again, and I was slowly seeing her even more for the witch she was. No, more like thief. Just a thief of his light, the light being his self esteem.

Finally I could see the carnage. As expected, there was 88, looking rather high and mighty while bullying this poor boy. I saw him for the first time too. He was very tall, with very tan skin and dark hair, Indian-like, almost. He had his hair shaved into a mohawk, and just by looking at him I could tell there was something different about him. He would twitch sometimes, and just didn't look very strong at all. He was very thin, and they way he moved was rough and pained-appearing. So this was a beta, when they hadn't perfected robots yet. Somehow, this only added to my anger towards 88 for harassing him.

"B-but... Um..." He was scared, and for good reason. Even I had to admit 88 looked rather terrifying. He went to meet her eyes, which caused her to glare, and his sight dropped again.

"That's what I thought! Ok, since you're a little slow today, I'll help you spell this out. What did I say last time we were out here?" She said, with venomous sweetness dripping for her voice. I was so close, just a few more people to push through...

"That, that if I messed with you'd again you'd um... Um..." He looked really frightened, "Rip my legs off of my body?" He asked.

Oh no.

"Exactly!" She said with false cheeriness, and with that, she kicked his legs out from under him, grabbed one out of the air and snapped it with both hands.

You could hear the crack, it rang throughout the camp. I saw pain fill his face, as he gripped his now broken leg. It was the last straw; in a burst of fury, I broke through the crowd and ran in between 88 and B-483.

"Leave him alone!" I yelled, and I could tell she was shocked. Within moments her eyes narrowed, and she was back from momentary prey to permanent predator.

"Get out of the way, 413," She growled, "This has nothing to do with you."

"I won't let you make fun of him just because he's lower than you. Not as high tech as you. However you want to put it. He's been through a lot. Way more than you, so take my advice," I got really close up and leaned into her face, but she didn't back down, "and leave."

She growled at me, "Fine. I will leave. But this isn't the last time we'll be outside, and next time, I'll make sure you won't be in my way." She twirled around and stomped off. She didn't back down, oh no, she just bought herself time for an ultimate plan to be thought of.

I turned to B-483, and kneeled down next to him.

"Are you ok?"

He nodded, but from the pain in his eyes, I could tell he wasn't. Gently, I examined his leg. When I touched the part she had snapped, He whimpered a bit, so I knew it had hurt. She had snapped the support underneath his skin filament thing, and it was a dirty snap. Not clean and smooth.

"We could get someone to look at this, maybe they can help you..." I started, Looking around for help.

"They probably won't."

"Won't what?" I asked.

"Help me."

I looked down at him, and wondered why, when I remembered. He was a beta. They had destroyed the rest of them in the test, there was no way they'd keep him around when they destroyed perfectly fine ones with no problems.

"I will make them help you," The words came out of my mouth before I could register them. How? How on earth could I do that? But the look he gave me settled my determination to do just that.

"Really!?" He was shocked that anyone would do that.

"Really," I confirmed

"Why?" he asked, "Why would you do that? Others have told me I should just stop existing, and stop charging myself at night... I've, uh, I've thought about it too..."

"Others probably hope I would stop charging too," I said, glancing at the guy from the balcony, who I could see from here was giving me a dirty look.

"Really? Uh, If you don't mind, why do they not want you to... uh... charge?" He asked, obviously scared of hurting my feelings.

"I don't really know," I answered honestly, "They think I'm different, for some reason. I don't think I am though."

B-483 looked up at me, and said "Uh, well, I think you're different from the rest of them. I-I mean, 88 always done stuff like this to me, But no one's ever bothered to stand up for me before..."

"Well, they should. It's just the right thing to do"

"There's no such thing as the right thing to do anymore."

This shocked me, and part of me whispered it's true.

"Well, since we both have those who wish we'd stop charging," I said, "we can stick it to them and charge together. Like... like Team Charge." I wondered what about this boy made me want to help him so much, but something did.

He smiled, and nodded. I helped him up and he kinda winced as he tried to put weight on his bad foot. It didn't work. So I let him lean on me instead. He felt weak, and shaky as I lead him to the door, where a doctor helped take him inside. Silently I prayed this wouldn't be the last time I saw him, but on the inside, I wasn't sure.