Little Dawn

Chapter 3

The street lights were barely shining and the cold night made him shiver. Everyone was probably trying to sleep, covering their selves with the only thin comforter they owned. It was long ago since they had this much cold, but never in the summer season.

He clamped his hands together and tried to warm them with his hot breath, but the cold was too much. The only audible sound were his feet hitting the dusty ground as he walked. His jacket did nothing to protect him from the hot less night, causing his whole body to shake.

"Shoot," he whispered as he tried to zip up the broken zipper.

He stood still for a few seconds battling with his jacket.

"Stupid cra-" his curse was interrupted by a loud rumble and the trembling ground. His breath was caught and his ears were waiting to hear the shivering sound again. He slowly turned around when the scary metal rumbling was once again heard.

Before he could hear anything else his feet were already running away, far from the sound that made his heart skip some beats. He continuously turned his head, expecting to see something following him. But before he could turn the corner an enormous metallic thing fell in front of him. The dust fluttering around him made it difficult for him to see, so he stood still, nervously searching for the cause.

His head turned abruptly to the sides when he heard the rumbling sounds around him. Screams were heard from behind, the sign that there was danger. His first instinct was to get his blade out, but when he realized what he was facing he felt completely foolish and useless.

Two big "robots" were in front of him, getting away towards the west suburbs. His thoughts suddenly went back to when he was a child. The rumor about robots being created by the people in Prosperity had arrived in everyone's ears. It was said that they were taller than any other building and that their weapons could destroy a whole city. Everyone started calling them the Cold-blooded, but eventually, everyone stopped talking about them and continued on with their normal lives.

Seeing them after so many told stories made him gape at their extremely tall figure for a few seconds, but after hearing their loud steps crush against the ground he reacted and remembered about his parents. The large metallic creatures were heading towards them. He ran as fast as he could towards the place he called home.

While he ran with all his strength another four Cold-blooded were heading towards the east and south suburbs, searching for something in particular. Something that made the people of Prosperity cry from fear, something that was considered a threat, but before it could be a threat to them they would own it before someone else could.

His lungs were desperately pleading for air when he finally reached his house entrance. His hard footsteps echoed through the walls.

"Kyle! Sofia!" he franticly screamed, searching for the two small figures. But just as he was getting his foot on the living room the strange sensation he had been feeling lately took over him. His stomach clutched and he was once again breathless.

There she was, again, her tensed figure sitting on the old couch, looking directly at his cryptic golden eyes. He stood still looking back at her, wondering what was so special about that girl that made his body react that strange way.

"Dyron, sweetheart!" Mrs. Monroe ran towards his son, extending her arms and then tightly embracing him.

"We were so worried," she said looking up at him.

"We need to go. They're coming," he blurted, suddenly remembering the Cold-blooded.

Lara walked towards her startled daughter and helped her to stand up. Her worried gaze was evident to Casey.