True Fiction

Prolouge: Lights

The lights in the city glowed brighter than ever before, even as the storm raged on. The huge fully lit building at the center of the city radiated a seemingly sentient energy.

He opened his eyes, confused as to why there were multiple wires attached to him. As he sat up, he felt groggy and surprisingly heavy, realizing he was covered in a suit of metal, wires sticking out everywhere. Machinery and healthcare equipment surrounded him, attached to him in some way or another.

A sudden rush of memories blasted his mind and he felt tears roll down his cheeks. As he cried, the left side of his chest glowed a bright gold.

A huge mansion in the richest district of town. A boy sat on his bed staring out of the window. He watched as the moon peeked out of the storm clouds, only to hide again. Even the source of light in the darkest night could not brighten up that day. His cold, black eyes masked his story of hurt and deception. His tears betrayed him. The heartbroken boy's heart glowed golden with a silent strong aura of life. Hearing footsteps, he wiped his tears and threw himself into bed.

The ocean roared furiously, attacking the beach with all its might. A worn out cabin on the surface of the beach stood resilient against its fury. The young man sitting on the bed looked at an old picture. The photograph was of a loving couple, smiling as they held their baby boy.

CRASH

The waters of the sea rose mercilessly along the defenseless beach, yet never reaching the cabin. The young man watched silently at the angry sea, knowing fully the reason for its anger.

Today, was the tenth anniversary of the day they were taken away from the boy. He cried tears of pure sadness, loss, and loneliness. His heart glowed gold, like the coveted treasure of the sea.

A boy sat on the rooftops, staring up at the magnificent storm. His eyes were baggy and bloodshot, face covered in grime and dirt. His hands and feet were red and sore. Even as lighting and thunder screamed and shouted, the cry of the fire in his heart was louder. The relentless wind chilled his shivering body, his worn-out clothes no match for such weather. The rain felt like bullets piercing his soul.

Remembering the aching of his heart to live his life the best he could, he let a tear slide. His heart glowed gold as bright as the lightning flashing through the sky.

BOOM!

The three of them turned simultaneously to the building as if a supernatural force were drawing them there. Unknowingly, in their hearts, someone had risen.

Back in the building. The boy wiped the tears from his face. He knew something was amiss, something was wrong. He recalled a painful last memory as he watched the lightning flash outside, reflecting the light in his soft hazel eyes. He could see the four golden lights, turning on one after another, but he could see something else too. A devilish red light glowed as well, seemingly hurting the other four. Dismissing the lights, he turned back to himself, examining his body. Metal scraps everywhere. The golden light shone out of his heart before it died out softly.

It suddenly dawned on him the dark truth. It was as scary as the night storm outside. To be alone in it was even scarier. He looked around at all the scraped tech around the room, his metal suit that felt so heavy, his acute sense and intelligence. He knew why information and memories rushed through his brain. He knew what he was, and he also knew he hadn't woken up for a long time.

Ten years, to be exact.