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Setting: Fox's house.
A house stood all alone at a dead end street high above the neighborhood. There were no trees in the yard except for the woods at the back of the house. A garage seperate from the house stood to it's right. A snow covered car sat in the driveway. The house was 4 inches buried in snow. You see it was January and there was going to be a snowstorm. It was 11: 32 a.m..
Yo sat in the living room, staring outside the window, watching the snow fall like rain.
"Woah, it's really pouring outside," she said to herself. Her twin sister, Fox, was in her room fixing her tie. She was getting ready for work.
"Hey, Yo! Did you shovel the driveway so I could get my car out?" she asked. Yo's ears perked up at her voice.
"Uh... Maybe."
"Yo!"
"Alright already! Sheesh," she muttered and pulled on her snow shoes, jacket, and gloves. But as she opened the door, a rush of snow and wind blew inside.
"Oh, My Gawd!" Fox smiled to herself when she heard Yo cuss her out on her way out. She tucked in her white shirt.
Outside, in the driveway, Yo was grumbling to herself as she shovelled the snow from one side to the other.
"Stupid snow. Stupid Fox. Making me shovel her driveway. Stupid." Huffing white clouds, Yo rammed her snow shovel in a fit of anger but heard a metal CLANK. She looked down in wonder to see a peice of metal sticking out from the snow, blue sparks jutting from the circuits.
"What's this?"
Fox was in the kitchen, pouring herself some caffiene filled soda into a mug and was about to stick it into the microwave to heat it up. ( xp You'll understand later) However there was a slam of the front door and a cold wind blew through the house. She knew it was Yo and said nothing. The microwave DINGED when it was done heating the soda. She grabbed the mug carefully.
"Hey, Fox," came Yo's voice from the living room. "Remember that one time you said I couldn't have any pets because I'd just end up killing them?" Fox looked puzzled and walked into teh living room.
"What are you talking ab- AAAGH!" she yelped, dropping her cup onto the carpet. Yo was leaning on the couch's arm over a body covered in blankets. It was a boy with light blue hair. From where she was standing his breathing sounded shallow and his face was red from the cold.
"Weeellll, this guy's a cyborg and already half dead, so can I keep him?"
The weak boy who seemed to be all robot except his hair and half of his face, rested on the couch underneathe two quilts. Yo and Fox were across the room sitting at the dining room table.
"Yo, what have I told you before?" Fox asked her. Yo leaned back in her chair.
"No to pick my nose in public?" she joked. Fox wore a serious and worried face however.
"That too, but I've told you not to go bringing strangers home." Yo smirked.
"Big deal. You brought me home. Who's stranger than me?" she asked. Fox growled. "Plus," Yo continued. "He was lying in the yard. I couldn't leave him there."
"That's not the point," Fox argued.
While their argument continued, there was a small whirring noise coming from the cyborg. His left eye, which was genetically assimilated with machinery, glowed red and dialated.
"...Systems Check Initiated," came a computer voice from nowhere. The scene suddenly becomes a glowing green graph, his body spinning slowly as a red lgiht runs itself up and down his damaged body.
"Temperature: 83.5 degrees and rising. Total damage.... 75.60% of the body. Must report to repair bay immediantly." His right arm was broken at the elbow, his right hand missing completely. His right leg was damaged and there was a crack in his chest, which was covered in pliable but thick metal. His left arms was hanging in it's shoulder socket by mere wires.
His real eye blinked and opened slowly.
"I'm in.... Need for. Repairs," came a small exasperated voice. Fox and Yo sat up immediantly and looked at each other with unknowing eyes.
"Yo, are you sure you don't want me to stay?" came Fox's voice. She was almost begging. The phone was already in her hand.
"I can call in sick so I can help you with him." Yo was already heaving the cyborg from the couch.
"No! No, I'm fine. You gotta make money some how right? Man, he's heavy," she muttered as she dragged him into her room. She laid him on her bed slash slab. Her room had a midevil look, weapons hanging on her walls and a broken mirror sat on a black dresser.
Fox was pulling in her jacket, disappointed. For some reason she didn't look well. Yo dully noted this.
"Are you sure?" she asked once more, grabbing her bag that held lunch and other needed supplies. Her hand was on the door knob.
"Yes! I'm fine, now go!" Yo shouted from her room. Fox sighed and left the house and went into her buried car. Yo was leaning against her door, ear to the wall, listening.
"She's gone," she said outloud. 'She doesn't look well though.' Yo made her way back to her dresser and opened up a drawer that held many items you would find at your nearest home depot. She shuffled through the tools. The cyborg looked up weakly at her.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm going to fix you," she said as she held up a blade to the light. The cyborg didn't seem bothered but he was curious.
"Why?" Yo paused but soon flipped out a screwdriver out of an old tool box. The box opened and old souls floated out of it, moaning. (Heehee) Yo smirked evilly.
"Because... I like taking things apart."
 SikFox · Sun Sep 24, 2006 @ 10:18pm · 0 Comments |
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