Fembot

Prologue

I hit the ground hard, the sweet metallic blood cascading down my slender throat.

"That'll teach you, you filthy fembot!" My master - well former master - spat as he closed the door on my ass, leaving me alone in the night.

I threw up a middle finger towards the door and began to pick myself up. This was bad. Like, really bad. Being out at night by yourself in the worst part of town was not good. Especially if you were a fembot.

I'm still new to this whole fembot thing. But, to make things simple, I'm half robot half badass. I was stolen out of my original home when I was 6, got a few parts chopped off and voila! new robot ones added on. I don't remember my name or where I came from, none of us do. But, it doesn't matter. You can never go back to the life you had.

I looked around the dimly lit street, and scurried to another dark spot, my robotic leg going faster than my human leg. Because of this uneven run, I was a lot louder than I had planned to be and my heart raced another 10 million beats. I prayed that no one heard. To be heard was sure death.

After a couple of seconds of heavy breathing, I looked around, trying my best to familiarize myself with the current situation I had gotten myself into. Typical. Bad luck rained down on me 24/7 and I could never escape. Looking around I saw a faint light in the distance, and aimlessly wandered towards it. The light could be dangerous but I didn't care. It symbolized warmth, something I so badly needed at this time.

I scurried over, my leg a lot quieter, but tried to stay in the shadows. I may long for the comfort of the light but I was no stupid fem.

After a quick survey of the area, I could sense no one, and I began to rush towards the light from my safe haven. I bounded across the streets until I was directly in front of the light.

It turned out to be nothing more than a lightning bug.

Suddenly, my gut wrenched and I had a bad feeling. Trusting my gut, I backed away from the lightning bug, running into a wall. A warm wall that was breathing.

"Gotcha." a deep voice proclaimed and everything went black.