The Sun Awaits [Short Story]

Chapter 6: "Andrew's Room"

I open my eyes with a snap when something latches onto my arm. I shake it off and it falls downward with a bang and a crash. One down, four hundred to go. I fiddle restlessly with the grappling hook before another starts tugging at my pantleg. I bat it with my fist, before its red light fades and its wings go limp and whir to a stop.

I finally have a few seconds to spare when I realize the rest of the pack is a little farther behind. I finally get hold of the hook's handle and fiddle with it for a few seconds, until I fire it at building a few stories down. On my way down, a bot latches to my leg again and finds its way underneath the fabric, and makes no hesitation to snap a chunk of flesh off my leg. I get too low, and it starts hovering, having lost its sense of connection by the force of tearing my leg to pieces.

I wince as I land on my leg, putting the hook back in my bag after hanging onto it for what seemed like hours; then realizing there was only a 10 foot drop to the building below me.

I shake the crystal around my neck and roll up the blood-stained material of my pants, which looks rather disgusting, but there is no need to care what I look like if there is nobody here to judge. I peel away the fabric a little more, to find a chunk of my leg... gone. It's around 4-5 centimetres deep, and its covered in a layer of red blood. I quickly take some medical stuff out of my bag. There is a needle and special thread, and some white medical wrap. I used it to cover the gash on my arm on the night of Soph's ending, and I'll rip off another strip for this.

Before I bandage it up, I take the small needle and its medical thread, and loop it through the eye, and poked the steel tip into the first layer of ripped flesh. I could care less about how much it hurt; all I want to do is get to the sun. As for Scratch, he's just chilling by the window, growling at a small moth; I checked him over, thank God he didn't get hurt.

I keep sewing the two pieces of skin together before ending it and covering it up with the medical fabric. I pull myself up, using the wall for support and grab my bag. I look around and I seem to be in some sort of old apartment. I spot a door and it's labeled with the words: "Andrews Room"

"Scratch c'mon, lets settle down for a little while, we'll head up when the floodlights turn back on." I say, entering the room. It's full of hockey posters and is covered in clothing, something really trashed this place. I walk over to the twin-sized bed, which is better than nothing, even though my feet will hang off the end. I swipe the stuff off the bed, before climbing on top of the covers; Scratch comes to lie next to me, maneuvering his way under my arm.

I drift off to sleep easily, my bag under my leg, and Scratch under my arm. My one mission. My journey. My dream and my wish. The Sun Awaits.