Steel Heart
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Last published Tue, Apr 5, 2016
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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I blinked. My eyes began focusing on shapes. I could hear murmuring voices. I could smell medication. I could taste blood. I could feel scratchy blankets lying over my frail body. Three humans, talking under their breaths. A blue cast on my leg. Another on my arm. Stitches in my other 'leg'. More stitches on my face neck and chest. A huge stapled gash across my entire stomach, starting from my shoulder and going in a diagonal line straight across my body and ending at my hip bone. It had just avoided my heart. Tubes were threaded through my arms and other areas of my stomach. I was suddenly very aware of the amount of pain I was in. I cried out in pain and all three people turned to me. The middle one lurched forwards and took a needle from the side. The other two fussed around me, rethreading the tubes and checking that they were all fully functional. A sharp, aching pain pierced my neck and I caught the middle guy with a needle in my neck. My vision slowly began blurring again.
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