Chapter 1
Loc ran through the streets, the streetlights casting a glow all around him. He was about six feet tall, with long, shoulder-length blond hair. He didn’t usually run out of breath but it had been a while. He figured that he was at a safe distance to take a break, so he stopped to take a breath.
Loc barely had thirty seconds to rest when he saw something jump off the gray office building in front of him. It was a man with long, black hair, wearing a t-shirt and jeans with small rips and holes. There were cracks in the concrete around where he landed.
“Come here Loc,” he said in a luring voice.
Loc then realized who, or rather what, this was. He was no human, no matter how human he looked. He was just a bunch of scrap metal put together. The metal man looked at Loc and saw the recognition in his eyes. Well, its cover was blown.
It pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Loc to take aim. Loc turned around and sprinted off down the sidewalk, his fists pumping. He heard gunshots but didn’t look back. He turned into a dark alleyway in-between to abandoned buildings. They both looked like apartments. He climbed up a metal ladder that led into second story window. He busted the dirty glass with ease and climbed inside.
It looked like a normal living room. A couch, a TV, and a chair. Loc saw a kitchen in the next room. Everything had a thick layer of dust on it and Loc knew why. No one had been here for the past year. It was all because of the metal men. They had taken over. They had forced everyone to leave their homes and go to the center of the city. But Loc had escaped. He wondered whose idea it had been to program the metal men with a mind of their own. He also wondered who had been high enough in the ranks to make it happen.
Loc heard footsteps in the hallway and tensed up. He ducked behind the couch for cover. He thought he heard the footsteps go past the apartment he was in, so he waited about a minute and stood up. The metal man stood right in front of him, the pistol pointed in Loc’s face. A figure crept in behind the metal man. They were dressed in all black, wearing a ski mask over their face.
The stranger pointed a gun at the metal man’s head and said “Drop the gun.” A woman’s voice. The metal man made to swirl around, but it was too late. The woman pulled the trigger and the metal man fell. There were wires sticking out of the back of its head. Yep, it sure was a metal man. Loc turned to the woman.
“Thanks,” he said, though that didn’t cover it. The woman then pointed the gun at Loc. But Loc didn’t have anyone to save him.
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