A small male drone with pale skin and dirty messy silver hair, yellow eyes that took anyone's attention, wearing torn straps as clothes, trying to hide all he could, wanting to feel at least a little of the privileged privacy others had. He was sitting on a cardboard box in a back alley, thrown away in the dark of the streets with no eyes set on his ragged self.
He had no food to eat, surviving out of the expired oil he could find in between carved lines on the ground. He had to avoid the sun, that would burn his pale skin if even got some of it's warm, being forced to live in cold and darkness. Alongside the rats, he would sleep on the ground, forgotten by society.
The little time he didn't spend looking for a way to live, he would have to fight for it. He wasn't the only abandoned by the others, nor the only one with needs. With too many to give and too little to serve, they had to fight over what they got.
The boy had found a can of oil on the ground. It was open and had a sickening smell. The can had already been eaten, Only leaving small remains of the contente inside, so old that instead of a viscous liquid, it was pure solid. This didn't diminish the bright smile it brought to the boy's face, his eyes sparkling at his find.
"Hey brat" He heard coming from his side. Looking at it was an old drone with a broken leg limping to his direction "That thing is mine. I found it first" He finished saying.
"B-But I found it now" The boy innocently said.
"It doesn't matter! That is mine and you better take yar hands of it now!" The old man started to scream, trying to hurry his steps to catch the can.
"W-Wait. We can split this. There should be enough for at least two hour-" Before the boy could continue his plea, the old man punched him in the face. Sending the child and the can to the ground.
The old man quickly dropped to the ground and picked the can, eating all the left overs as fast as he could, like an animal in the forest. He then turned to the boy in the ground "You damn brat. Trying to steal my food. You'll pay for this" The old man entered a fit of rage as he got up on the child's body and started punching him with no mercy.
The old man, despite the weak body, didn't hold on any of the punches. Giving the poor child everything he had. The kid didn't even react, knowing that it was best to not do so. So he just accepted, getting his face smashed by the old fists. However, the old geezer didn't show any sign of stopping soon, hitting again and again, again and again, again and again.
It didn't take long for the boy to feel the pain of the punches. As his instincts warned his body of danger, it begun fighting back. A loud metallic roar came from the innocent hands. The old man stopped his arms, looking around for the source of the sound, before realizing, too late, that it came from below him.
The senile drone's eyes went limp, as did his body. Being held in place by the two chainsaws that pierced his chest. The teeths of the mechanical beasts slowly ripping at his flesh, gushing fresh oil everywhere. The chainsaws got stuck on a piece of the man's cloth, making the carnage stop.
The boy was shaking on the ground. He didn't want this to happen again, but there was nothing he could do. He was a monster. He deserved this place. His weak arms fell to the side with the old man's body. He had done it again and for that, he would stay in this place. The boy began to cry, afraid of the streets. Afraid of having to spend even one more day in this place.
The sun light slowly made way onto his skin. He felt the burning of its grace and made his move to hide in the shadows like the unforgivable demon he was. That's when he felt something protect him from the light. In between him and the deathly ray was a man. His figure stood stoically with darkness coating his face. The boy looked at it in awe, but uncertain of the future. He just hoped nothing would repeat again.
"What's your name boy?" The man asked in a smooth voice. The kid looked at him. He didn't have a name.
...
"So N, this is the place" Said the same man, now much older with a black suit and fedora, to the grown up boy, wearing an old and torn jeans with a dirty white shirt. They found themselves in the middle of a farm, far away from any society "They said they wanted a drone with green hair that has been lurking around the area at this time dead. So go there and do it" He finished saying.
"Yes sir" N saluted. He got out of the car and walked towards the farm, while the old man stayed inside the automobile.
The boy walked around in the shine of the night. Searching for the drone that he had to kill, but finding nothing. Until he smelled a peculiar scent to his right. He quickly activated his chainsaws and blocked a knife being thrown at him with normal force. The sharp object reflected on the chainsaws and fell to the ground in front of him.
N didn't waste any time and ran in the direction the knife came. As he followed the path, the scent he got stronger and stronger. Reaching a point, the smell made a sharp turn to the left and continued onward. The kid didn't think twice before following it.
It didn't take long for N to spot the drone he was following. A small naked male drone with green hair. It seemed to be a normal drone, nothing that would make him dangerous or special. He couldn't outrun or fight the monster chasing him. He could only make peace with himself and everything he did.
N was able to catch him easily, slicing both of his ankles and piercing one of his chainsaw through the drone's jugular notch. He then moved the chainsaw to his left shoulder, ripping any skin, wires and systems he had in the way, before taking the roaring machine from his body.
The drone screamed in pain and terror, while N just looked at him. He didn't like doing this, but he needed to. So he could only ask for forgiveness, but he was never able to mutter those words, knowing he didn't deserve them.
From the same path he came, another person was following, screaming something "Neil! Neil!" From the bushes came a small worker girl with blue hair and pink eyes, wearing a light blue dress. She looked at the naked worker boy and immediately gasped "Neil!" She ran to him and kneelt on his side, grabbing the back of his head "Neil! Please don't die! Not now. We were so close. I love you. So stay with me" She said before noticing that part of his body had been sliced.
The worker, bleeding on the ground, placed a hand on her cheek "D-Don't worry Vivi. I'll Always be with you two" He said as a tear fell from his eyes, putting a hand in her belly.
Vivi started to cry uncontrollably, her tears mixing with his blood "S-So you knew?" She asked. Neil's eyes became duller, in one last breath he gave her a small smile, falling limp on her arms. The girl's tears fell even more, dripping on her clothes and getting them wet "No! No! No! No! No! Please don't die! Not now! Live! Just for a little more!" She screamed as she hugged his body. She tried to warm him, keep him with her, but nothing worked. His body felt colder and more limp as she tried.
N stood on the side, watching the scene. He didn't know what to do, what to say. Should he just walk away? Should he try to comfort the girl? Should he kill her too? There were so many things, how could he decide on what to do in every situation?
"Hey kid, let's go" Said a voice N recognized. Turning around he saw the same old man that saved him, with the same clothes and a wooden crane.
"Ah, yes. Coming" The boy followed him back to the car.
The girl, still hugging the dead body of her beloved, looked at the two strangers walking away. Her face didn't express any emotion, just an empty stare with tears underneath. She shakingly got up "W-Wait" She said a whisper, not getting the attention of the two "Yo-You can't just do this and, and..." The girl said in the same volume, but now with more sadness, more tears falling and greater pain in her chest. Her trembling legs gave up on holding her body, making her fall to her knees once again "YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD! YOU MONSTER! YOU COWARD!" She screamed with everything she could, hurting her throat in the process. Her cries became quieter as she continued.
The old man didn't spare a glance back, different from N, whose guilt force his head around. His head could only think of what the girl said, echoing her words on his cranium. Both entered the car as it took off on the road.
"Sir Elliot" The boy called, making the old man hum "Am I a heartless monster?" He asked in fear of the response.
The senile laughed a little "Yes. Yes you are" He said without a hint of remorse.
...
The two arrived back into their farm, a sign right at the beginning signaling the Elliots owned the place, protected by a sharp fence. A huge mansion that extended itself for miles across the field. As the old man made his way to the main building, N parted ways from him, going to a shack close to the house. This house was much smaller, being less than the dog houses around. The place was rotten, with plank of woods nearly falling from the ceiling. He had no furniture inside, having to live alongside the rats and roaches, feeling the drip of the leaks on his head.
N entered his deplorable house and went to the corner he'll usually sleep in, being the place with the most protective roof. He layed on the ground, thinking of what happened today. Was he really a monster? Of course he was. He always was. Since birth he has these abominations in his arms. He was never normal, nor would ever be. Not as long as he was who he was. He doesn't know why he thought the Elliots would think diferente of him. It didn't matter. They could think whatever they could about him. They were the ones to give him everything he had on the moment. His house, the food he eats, all he has, is their work. So he had to thank them, be it by being the monster or not.
N slept in the cold and humid planks of wood as he usually would. Having a hard time to sleep, but eventually successfully closing his eyes and drifting to his dreams, the only place he could smile.
The boy was woken up by the loud sound of people running away. Horses were galloping away from the farm with worried screams. It seemed everyone was in a hurry to get away from this place. N got up from the ground and wobbly made his way to the door, having trouble walking straight from the forced awakening.
As he was reaching the door out of his shack, the old man accompanied by some body guards entered "Uh, such filth" The Elliot remarked.
"Uh, sir. What's happening? Why are so many people leaving?" N asked, worried about the situation.
"Well, you see. We Elliots got a lot of fame and with a lot of fame, comes a lot of enemies. One of them found us and we need to get away. However, bringing you is simply too risky" The senile started saying, pulling a small revolver from his coat "We don't know what you'll do and you can be easily tracked because of your deformities" He picked a cigar and lighted it on "And, your just not worth keeping. You might have a good power, but you yourself is horrible at using them. You can't do the most simple task like any other would do. So it just simply isn't worth it" He shrugged "So, it's nothing personal kid, but we can't have you going around with too much information on us either" He pointed the gun at the boy and shot, no remorse in his actions.
N instinctively released his chainsaws and protected his body with them, deflecting the bullet straight into the old man's pelvis. He fell to the ground, screaming in pain and unable to get up again. One of the body guard knelt to take care of their boss, while the others swarmed the boy.
N, now fully awake, didn't want to do this, he didn't want to hurt the old man, but seems like he never stopped being the creature he was, even to those he cares about. The bodyguards closed the distance between them and the boy didn't waste any more time. It was too late to apologize, he had already fucked everything up, so he would have to survive once again. Before the guard got close to him, he quickly closed the gap and pierced his chainsaws in his chest, starting the engine and ripping thought his body. Blood was sprayed all around the room, warning the others of what was to come.
More bodyguards rushed towards N, while he simply gave a small smile as he started to enjoy this, like the true mindless machine he was. Some guard pulled guns and started shotting at him, while others closed the distance with bats and pipes. N dodged the swings and cut them as they got open to a counter attack, using their bodies to survive the bullet onslaught. The remaining guards only stopped shotting after their guns ran out of ammo. Which N took advantage to rush towards them. Decapitating the first and ravaging the second in half. He was quick to end their lives, painting the walls and floor their color with members as decorations.
The boy looked around, but didn't see the old man inside. He walked outside, spotting him on the ground, scared for his life as he was grabbed by a person in a suit. Close to him was the last bodyguard, with his chest pierced by a pale hand, coated in his blood. The body was flung away, revealing a stunning sight.
A female drone with yellow warm piercing eyes, soothing silver hair wrapped in two pigtails. She wore a black business suit that was a bit tight for her, showcasing all the proportions of her body, being a voluptuous body that would make any man gawk at her.
N couldn't take his eyes off her, being petrified by her mere presence. She noticed him standing in front of the shack and started walking towards him, her hips swaying around in a pendular motion, making her large breasts bounce slightly. Making the boy unable to move his eyesight away.
She got close to him, being a little smaller, but her assets showing their true sizes up close "What's your name?" She said in a calm, soothing and sweet voice. Her almost angelic tone fit her looks all too well, making N's appreciation of her grow.
"Uh... My name is... N!" He responded, still a bit disorientated from her sight.
She chuckled a bit, sending the boy over the clouds "Were you the one to cripple James Elliot?" She asked.
"James Elliot?" The boy asked confused. The woman pointed to the old man N knew for a long time, being taken away inside a car "Oh, yes. I was the one" He said, not very proud of himself.
"Oh, that's incredible. Thank you so much for that" She said in a slightly more emotive tone. She moved closer, wrapping her arms around his back and hugging him.
He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. He didn't know what this feeling was, but he loved it. It was the best thing he has ever felt. His hands changed from the chainsaws to his normal ones. He went to reciprocate the hug, feeling it would be the right thing to do, but accidentally placing his hands on her ass. He heard a small gasp coming from her, making his face blush a lot. His hand froze in place, feeling the softness of her behind. It was big, filling his entire hand and having more of it still. N could feel a member below of his burning and hurting. It poked her abdomen skin, something she clearly noticed by the smirk in her face.
"So N" She whispered in his ear "Would you like to join my group?" She asked in a sweet voice.