Prodigy | On Hold

1. Being a Cyborg

Cecelia

One month earlier...

"ALBUS LUCAS WILLIAMS! WHAT DID YOU DO?" I cried, staring down at my legs. My raven-haired brother entered the room, a grin on his face.

"Try walking, sis!" he smiled, taking my hand and pulled me up. My knees wobbled, and I shut my eyes, almost expecting myself to fall. "You're doing it, sis! You're standing!" I opened my eyes in shock, staring at his silvery gray eyes and his grin. I smiled at my brother, before taking a few wobbly steps. While I was asleep, he managed to replace the entire bottom half of my body, thighs, legs and feet, with robotic legs. He knew that my legs were useless-- I was rendered never to walk, and wheeled around in a wheel chair all my life. I mean, it was hard enough trying to control my bottom robotic half.

The door to my bedroom opened, our friends Quinn and Ronan walked in, both rubbing their eyes. Quinn blinked at me, hugging me and grinned at my stance. "You're standing! You're finally standing!" She stepped back, only to cause my knees to buckle.

I winced, ready for the cold impact of the ground, only feeling two strong warm arms holding me. I turned, my gaze into Ronan's turquoise blue eyes. His mouth was pulled into a smirk, helping me steady my balance. My cheeks flushed a pale pink, swallowing. "Thank you." He grunted in response, making Quinn roll her eyes.

A robot barged into the room, stopping where the four of us were. "Master Albus Lucas Williams, Miss Cecelia Julia Williams, Miss Celeste Quinn Chandler, and Master Ronan Maximus Hawke, please come to headquarters immediately. The Dictator has an assignment for you four."

We all groaned in unison, departing to our respective rooms.

***

We all stood dressed neatly, my legs shaking while the Dictator stepped towards us. He looked not-a-day over twenty, with icy blue eyes and icy white hair. "Today, you are all to enter my home, mind you, you are to repair my quantum computer, helicopter, and any other of my electronics. Miss Williams, I expect you not to hack into any of them." I blushed, looking down at my legs. "And you are walking now, hmm?" I nodded, afraid to reply. The man nodded, leading us away from the complex and into a long hallway, which led to an apartment.

The Dictator was silent when he opened the door, letting us in, and left us there. The four of us. Quinn immediately looked up, her gaztae pointed to the nearest camera. Of course, the Dictator would have cameras. I mentally thanked Quinn and made my way around his apartment. Ronan followed me slowly, I could feel his warm breath beating on my cheeks. I spotted the computer immediately, letting Ronan begin his work. I watched him as he programmed, picking up everything about the computer, and scribbling it down. His brown hair hung over his eyes as slowly planted a virus into the computer. He gave me a nod while I checked the computer over. Al and I had made the Dictator the computer and his helicopter just a month earlier on our career exams. I excelled in hacking, and my brother, in programming.

I was now a cyborg, at least, that's what I thought I was. My entire bottom half was metal, technology enhanced so that I could walk. From as long as I remembered, I could not walk. All throughout elementary, I was that one kid during recess who sat inside watching everyone else play. Luckily for myself-- I spent that time learning the software of computers and studied code. I've always taken an interest in computers, even at a young age. In the orphanage Al and I stayed in, we were on the computers studying and analyzing code, while others either played outside or played with the computers. Technology was truly growing, as if I really hadn't taken over our lives completely.

I didn't mind not walking, actually. Al built my wheelchair himself when we were six, with parts of a metal shop when we visited it. I use to have a robot, I called him Silver, and he took care of me. He was long gone, then, dismantled by my brother and assembled onto my chair, and the robot still managed to care for me.