Ultron X OC

12 Years Old

Rain patters were the sound that had awoken me from my sleep. Thunder in the sky frighted my 12 year old heart, the lightning was no bother. I was a small lump covered by many different quilts located on my bed. Sobs shook my small body. Cry's for help could be heard but no one had come to help me. Like always. The wails from me could not be heard for the large white room was sound proof. Sound may not leave but it may enter. I had finally found the courage to poke my small head out from under my covers.

My blue eyes could only see darkness with the exception of few lightning strike outside the small window that had illuminated my room for only seconds the have it disappear only for my room to fall into the darkness once again.

My cry's slowed as the thunder grew quieter and the rain had stopped. I slipped out of my bed and dashed across the cold white tiled floor to the window. My favorite part of a storm was when the rain would stop and the lightning could be seen in the distance and the thunder seized. A smile grazed my red swollen and wet face, but only for a few seconds for my fun was stopped when the white men had come barging through my large door (NO RACISM).

These white men had made me. They protected me. They loved me. Until it all went downhill. One day they began beating me until my eyes would shut.

Until the world drowns out and I'm left in silence. I don't know what happened but I did not contain enough curiosity to care.

The men surrounded my room. Some closed my curtains, while others dragged me to the center of the room. Everything was silent after they shoved me on my knees. All of a sudden a whip crack was heard and my body arched in pain although I felt nothing. No pain. They would never know for the way my body tricks the human mind into believing that I feel certain things. If I am shocked my body will fill the part when inside I could barley care. If I am happy my body shall show you happiness. Confusing I know, but my body does it for purposes of protection. If I were to show the white men that I was feeling no pain they would bring me in for more testing.

When the men were finished they exited my room but before the last could exit he turned around and told me the reason I was whipped.

"That window is forever off limits! Understood!!"

My head bobbed up and down unconsciously but my mind could care less.

I walked to the mirror as the man left and turned to view my back. Wires and metal tissue could be seen below my synthetic skin. The wires split in two and the tissue ripped open.

I was used to this kind of sight. After all I am a T.R.I.S.H.

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