I jolted awake as if touched by a live wire. My head hit a pipe with a clunk, and stars danced in my eyes. A groan escaped from my mouth. Concrete floor under my palms, pipes all around; rusty and and seemed as if they haven't been used in a while, not a cause for suspicion.
"But how the heck did I get here"
I said aloud, while rubbing my head. Stupid pipe I muttered. Their was a sudden clank like metal hitting the ground. I spun hands up and in a defence stance, I moved on the balls of my feet ready for fight or flight, which ever kept me alive longer. I looked around and that's when I saw what looked to be a corridor. What? How could i have missed that the first time. I scanned again hoping to find something to use as a weapon. That's when I spotted a bit of discarded pipe. Hmm could do, but... I scanned around again saw nothing better and decided the old bit of pipe is better than nothing.
I moved cautiously down the dark corridor, feeling like one of the stupid girls in a horror film. God, why couldn't I have been more careful. Bit why hadn't it killed me? The question played on my mind.
I gripped the pipe tighter as the corridor came to a bend. A barrage of curses sudden exploded fro the corner. I cringed, looks like am no alone I thought.
"Come back here you bucket of bolts, come back and fight you damn tin can"
The female voice was angry. Furious more like.
I took a sneak peek, around the bend. There was a small female with fiery red hair, her hands pounding on a steel door, three times her size.
Then suddenly the elf sized creature turned her attention from the door to me. A glare heating her brown eyes. Lulling herself up to her full height of 5 feet 0.
" What the hell you looking at."
Her tone so icy she could have frozen hell. I decided no to comment keeping my thoughts to myself
"You should pick fights with things that are bigger than you are." I said gesturing to the door.
Shit. I had to open my big gob and put my foot in it. From her even more icy stare I knew I was in for trouble.
"Listen here, missy "(ohh burn) " you don't know shit. So Sony come up in here and insult the only person who can help you escape."
She wants to help great me get out, and I just insulted her. Okay I haven't talked to a person in months and even then the extent of our conversation was grunts. I am just rusty. Remember what mum said " to make friends, don't be yourself, be their self. If they like shopping the so do you. If they like a boy comment on how cute they look together. Okay?"
I open my mouths but the words leave it even before I can think.
"How's a pipsqueak like you gonna help me"
God I'm such a bitch. Why why?
Before I can rush out even a sorry. Am tackled by a flurry of red hair. Looking up at her I can get why me making fun of her height might make her want to ,well, kill me. My pipe dropped in the attack, I use my hands as a shield as fists (hers) fly at me. I'm her defence I did deserve it but also I should have known not to anger someone already past breaking. As I peek through my hands are fists slow and soon it's tears that rain down on me. Shit I made her cry. Why does this always happen.
"shhh. It's okay. "
I sit up and am now hugging the person whom, moments ago tried to kill me. Mhhh interesting development there.
"It's not okay we're going to die. And I broke a nail. "
She sobs hysterically and I know I can do nothing. If only I had a lolli pop i could give her. It always worked on children. The metal suddenly opened and the girl had now jumped up void of any evidence she'd been crying, attack stance in place as 2 men entered the room. Men???! Not robots, in fact no the only metal I could see was around their neck in form of a silver disk the laughing face of a hyena steamed into it.
Crap I am so screwed. The symbol meant one thing and one thing only. Scavengers. The worst of the worst. These were people who in fact took discarded parts and scrap metal to build new robots. These robots instead didn't kill people. Oh no. They took them back to their masters ,who had full control over them, and fought all prisoners in an arena again the very robots who captured us in the first place.
The men who steeped farther into the cell long red robes trailing the ground. They actually thought that was stylish. Ha. I told them this exactly that earned me a slap from the short fat who was starting to remind me more and more of Danny devito. And a glare from his more handsome counter part. A black man with deep brown eyes and a massive tattoo of some cat around his neck. They both said nothing but the guns at their sides, used to gesture to the door said it all. Move before we make you.
