City X ([BxB])

Chapter 6: The Outer City

"Here we are, home sweet home, I guess," Damien said, opening his front door to a one-room apartment that wasn't in that bad of shape. I smiled, walking inside to the navy blue room. It has a small open room where mostly everything was located, and a bathroom through one door. Kind of obvious the bathroom was the room with a door, for privacy reasons. There was also a closet, a couch, a small bed, a very nice desk, and an average side TV. Wait a minute...

"Where did you get the TV from, since that didn't look so easy to get," I asked, looking over at Damien (who was currently watching the TV). He looked over at me and just straight up exclaimed, "Stole it from someone from the North Side. They didn't even care when I was almost caught, considering they're super filthy rich!" I chuckled and walked around, getting used to the new environment. I have to say, definitely an improvement from my old house in the West Side and even the one from the South Side.

"So... about the Wrist Screen," I started, getting just a little nervous, "How does that work? Do you have to remove it, or..." He looked over at me, glaring down at the screen that was currently on. A mad looked went across his face as he grabbed an average size rock from his desk, walking back over towards me. It was decorated with multiple scratch marks. I guess he's done this to himself before...

"I forgot to tell you to turn it off! Now they can track your location from out here," He said, forcing my screen into the off mode, making sure it was fully off, in case we go back through the wall, which we most likely would. Food is, in fact, necessary for us, even though we are mechanicals! Anyways, it took a minute, just him glaring down at the screen power off very slowly, and me, looking around the room nervously from no noise or anything besides the soft sounds coming from the television. He kept scolding himself under his breath, but I paid no attention to that since I was busy panicking on my own.

"Alright, this might hurt a bit, but this is for the survival of probably everyone that lives here, and maybe the people from inside the walls, I don't know. But still, hold your breath," He murmured, holding the rock about a foot above my now fully black screen. I inhale deeply as the rock came down, cracking the screen. I didn't even feel anything, but I did see sparks flying out from where the rock hit. Another hit. More sparks, but with some pain included and glass flying everywhere. My breath got a little shaky, considering this was starting to hurt me a whole lot.

Just one more hit, then I can remove the small battery to your screen," He muttered, trying to keep me calm. Well, that didn't really help, since the last hit was the hardest hit. The last of the glass flying everywhere, cutting some of my skin away, a black liquid oozing out of the open wounds. Most were from the area around where the screen used to be, but there was one on my face. Surprisingly, nothing got onto Damien nor was he cut. I inhaled sharply and let him look inside, the sparks flying everywhere.

"How are you going to remove the battery and stuff?" I asked, sitting down while trying not to stain the couch with oil. He took a tweezer and started looking through the wires, not caring if he was getting stained or slightly shocked from the other wires in there. He hummed a song while he did it, and I just stayed silent. I winced here and there, but not so much to annoy anyone,

"You ask too many questions, you know that?" He said, looking at the small clock battery that somehow powered the whole entire Wrist Screen. I have never seen one in real life, but at least now I know we can't be tracked anymore. I looked at the hole in my arm, my entire forearm covered with small cuts from the glass. The oil was starting to dry now, but the places where my skin was torn still stung and hurt.

"I've known that since last night," I started, looking at the time and how it was almost daylight. Can't believe I stayed up a whole entire night, "You should have known that as of now since you have been 'watching me,' or whatever you've been doing, for about ten whole years." He looked at me, rolling his eyes. He got up and walked to the bathroom, and I was here, only able to just sit and stare at the room around me. Looking over at his desk, I saw a bunch of scattered papers, one about to fall on the floor. It just stayed in the one position on the corner of the desk, holding on with both hands, scared to let go.