The Outsider (Original Version)

Chapter 31- Pure of Heart

My eyes flutter open as I lay on the ground, my head pounding.

My right hand feels like a block of ice under my head, making me shiver.

The floor is soft and warm, making me jump bckwards.

I'm inside the dragon.

"Holy crap." I mutter.

Its dark, but some things are just nearly visible.

Something is outlined in the middle of the room, resembling a man.

"Hello?" I ask, hoping that no one else got into this mess.

At the sound of my voice gears start to turn and bring light to the room, making me jump back from the thing in front of me.

It is simply half a man.

Its obviously a cyborg, but only half of it is bolted onto a stand, almost like a pedestal.

No movement comes from it.

I slowly edge towards it with every fiber of my being screaming st me to just do what needs to be done.

But my curiosity gets the better of me as always.

My hand reaches forward to touch the cyborg, fingertips inches away, when it jolts to life with a flurry of sparks blown into my face.

I stumble backwards, wiping my eyes.

"Ugh." I growl, wiping it away.

My head feels like it is being hammered in as the room comes to life.

I cough into my fist violently as the thing infront of me comes to life.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the one I've been programmed to call sister." It growls, making my eyes widen in fear.

That doesn't make any sense.

I never had a brother....

But.....

"Oh my god." I whisper, falling backwards.

The thing in front of me has glowing red eyes that are filled with laughter.

"Yes. Your father created me, making me your brother." It spits, making me scramble backwards.

Another fit of coughing sends my head spinning.

The robot senses my sickness, laughing again.

"I can't believe it. They sent someone filled with sickness to came stop me?" It laughs, making me slightly angry.

I push myself to my feet, legs trembling with effort.

My fists clench.

"I may seem weak but I have more power than you could ever imagine." I growl, making its eyes light up with amusement.

Or is that insanity?

"Funny. But are you the one in control of a giagantic cyborg dragon?" It asks, making a platform from the floor fling out and smack me across the room.

I land hard on the odd feeling ground, breathing hard.

It lifts me up with a claw like hand, brining me up to it's glowing eyes.

"You know something? I think I'll like this world better once you're gone." It sneers, tossing me against one of the computer screens against the wall.

I feel like my lungs are collapsing in on me and I can't breathe.

"You're a thief and a murderer. Its no wonder your parents abandoned you." It hisses, making my eyes widen.