Of steel and plasma

Prologue

Running. He was running. And he couldn't stop. If he did they would catch him. And the pain and torments would come back. So he was running.

Running away.

As far as possible.

It was his only goal right now. He wasn't giving a single care in the world about the scenery rushing past him, or perhaps just enough to avoid whatever obstacle could slow him down.

He was running, and he couldn't stop. Not like he was getting tired, eventhough he was panting, it was all but a mechanical system which allowed him to run while recharging to some extent.

So he continued his race, race against time. He had to get as far as possible before daylight. If he didn't move further enough, they would catch up to him.

How long has it been? Since he escaped his prison? The night was still going, so only a few hours. But he couldn't stop, he...

He stopped.

Something made him stop. Or rather, someone. There it was, this toddler wrapped in some white-grey clothes, in the middle of this small alleyway. Not even crying, seemingly asleep.

What was that even doing here? Who the hell would abandon a baby in the middle of the city like that?

At any rate, he didn't have the luxury to let him?, her? here. If he did, the cycle would start over. The pain, the experiments, the despair. They would take the poor child. To replace him.

They would stop chasing him if he abandonned this child. He would be safe.

So he did the only sane thing he could do, he took the fragile being in his arms in a protective manner, and took off with it in the darkness of the night.

That night, a green metallic humanoïd was seen carrying a tightly wrapped toddler in his arms, all the while running since their lives depended on it.