Faceless Angel

Metal Heart

I am a man with sad stories, a man who isn't a man at all at this point. I have been taught the art of war, now it's all I know. I've been created to bring forth destruction. For now, I am stuck in this man's sick...little...butcher shop he calls a laboratory. We don't know who the boss actually is... the only names I know are Rooney and Baker... I can sense that we can trust them...but for now, at least we keep our distance... I can feel power coursing through my copper veins, fueling my steel heart...or whatever metal I'm made of...It's been so long I can't remember... was I ever human? Will I ever be human again? Doubt fills my mind every examination... They measure my body, my arms, my legs. They test my reflexes, and if I'm not fast enough they will send me right to the crusher... I heard one of the scientists on the phone...apparently I'm being shipped off to a new laboratory... I'd rather die than be subjected to this kind of torture... farewell for now...dear friend.
-SB003