Mechanical Pulse (DRAMAtical Murder)(ClearxOC)

Chapter 1

We weren't evil, in the sense of the world. No, androids are unable to be evil. We simply serve our master without question. Well, we would without question if we were normal androids, built entirely from mechanical pieces.

Our brains are human. We don't remember our human selves, but we think like both human and machine. So naturally, we question things. But only things in relation to ourselves. At the moment, I was questioning my inability to speak.

Master said it was because he couldn't decide on a voice for me, so my voice chip had been temporarily removed. I never have much to say anyways, so I suppose it wouldn't matter. But if I could speak, I would be asking Master to stop what he was doing right now. I don't know why he made us after the anatomical form of young men, but it was rather concerning. Being machines, we're not aroused easily, but it's difficult to get rid of the feeling once we are. Master likes to tease us, me in particular. He says I'm his favorite.

I think he has feelings for me, but I feel nothing but obedience towards him. It's disgusting to me. A human fancying me, an android. That's like having sex with an inanimate object. Disturbing. On the other hand, being in the embrace of another android makes me happy, and I feel nothing but warmth towards my 'family'. I was the oldest out of all of us, at approximately 28 years old.

Finally, Master stops after being reminded by his secretary that he has a meeting to attend. He promises to return with a sly smile, but I only stare. As soon as he's gone, I go to my room, hurrying past two of my siblings without even a glance. There are five of us in total. Me as the oldest, Black Heart next, then Purple Heart, Red Heart, and finally White Heart. I'm known as Green Heart.

I have sea-foam green hair, styled in a high ponytail with long bangs on either side of my face like floppy dog ears. When loose, it reaches just to the bottom of my shoulder blades. My eyes are amethyst in color, my skin pale. I'm the second tallest here, at 6'7". Red Heart is 6'10", beating me by three inches. But I'm far more mature than him. Though I'm the oldest, Black Heart and Red Heart like to look after me. They're the only two I allow to touch me in an intimate manner, besides Master.

Black Heart has silver hair reaching in two ponytails and light blue eyes. Purple Heart has lavender hair in two braids with blue eyes, while Red Heart has waist-length blue hair and red eyes. White Heart has short sky-blue hair with two long pieces in front and crimson eyes.
In order of height, it's Red, me, Purple, Black, and White.

Black Heart follows me into my room, standing by the door while I sit in a chair. Besides a large mirror and computer, it's the only furniture in the room. He speaks after a moment, a slight Russian accent in his voice. Of course, our voices have a slight electronic echo to them.

"He touched you again, didn't he?"

I can't reply, but he already knows the answer. He walks over and pulls me into a hug that I don't return. Since I'm sitting, my face is against his chest. He stays like that for a while, until orders to commence patrolling cycle through our heads. We stand without a word, him leaving. I change to my patrolling gear. It's black, covering my shoulders, the top half of my chest, arms, legs, and feet. My sides, lower chest where abs would be if I had them, and upper back are left exposed. Glowing green circles of light rest at my throat, tops of my hands, and hips. There's a band of green light around my wrists too.

When fighting, I wield a large spear with a glowing green blade. The handle is black as well.

I glance at myself in a mirror on the way through the halls of our large home at the base of Oval Tower. I'm said to have femininely wide hips, but I don't see it. Something to do with my programming, perhaps. I leave the building, headed to the Old Residential District. Once I've reached the outskirts, my feet automatically take me down my assigned path. People scurry out of my way or huddle close to the edges of the street. I don't like it, but it's what Master wants.

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It was late now, so I paused in an alley, looking up at the stars. Sometimes they're there, sometimes not. They always look sad to me. But I cannot understand how they could be sad.

I didn't move even after hearing happy voices coming around the corner. They must have spotted me, because their footsteps have stopped and their conversation hushed. I can still hear their whispers though.

"What's it doing...?"

"They've never just stopped and looked at the sky before. It's strange."

"He looks creepy to me."

"Koujaku, that's rude!"

"Watching the stars maybe?"

"Clear, I highly doubt a battle android would voluntarily look at stars."

I finally turn to look at them, to see their tensed faces. One with blue hair and gold eyes seems a bit wary. A taller man with navy hair and a scarred nose glares at me, openly untrusting. A guy in a green hat seems bored, while a white haired boy seems curious and a little frightened. I have no words. My siblings would probably speak, asking them what they're doing out so late, but I lack that function.

I move to step closer to them, only to be knocked to the side by some heavy force. A loud noise followed by smoke fills the air, and the group I'd been looking at are thrown down to the ground. The buildings shake unsteadily, one seeming a bit fragile. The smoke disperses, and I can hear coughing from the group. A large group comes up behind us, wearing gas masks on the bottoms of their faces. I go to sit up, only to realize in horror what they'd done.

In that blast, they'd broken my legs and auto-repair system.