Steel Heart
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I'm not normal. I have colourful wires running inside my body instead of veins. My body consist of thirty percent metal, twenty percent water, twenty five percent muscle, ten percent steel, I don't know what the rest is and I really don't want to find out.
I only know two people in my life, my depressed crazy father, my caretaker and bodyguard, Daisy.
I can't live like other people because society doesn't agree with me, there's an organisation formed just to protect me from those who hunt down abnomalies, monsters like me.
And one of their members gave his heart to me. Literally.
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