Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

This is a peek into an average day of Zeneth's life before he went mad and ran away from Earth and all humanity.
Warning Zeneth is a highly opinionated character and doesn't care about most people's feelings. Just so you know Zeneth's opinions are not necessarily mine. 

 I awoke from a not very restful sleep to the sound of people shouting and a billion other noises. The city is so freaking annoying. I didn’t live in the city just really close to it. I wished I could move for even being underground or halfway underground didn’t block out the sounds, but that’s not my choice to make unfortunately. Nothing’s ever my choice. I’m just a robot how could I ever decide anything? Well, I’m only half robot but who cares? Most people don’t even know what I am. I don’t really know what I am.  Jase, the one who calls himself my master is the only one I know of who has an idea. My creators are probably the only ones who know for sure.
 I don’t know to much about my creators. I only know what people have told me as I had literally just been activated moments before the police came in. The first thing I even remember is the sound of sirens and people shouting. Apparently I was the only thing they had created or tried to create. Rumor was they’d been experimenting on and with humans and not willing ones either. Supposedly they were building some sort of army for something. According to the news everything that came from that place in which they found me was evil or out of their mind and attacked anything that came near them except for me. 
 From the sounds of it I was probably supposed to attack the police too if I had been fully active when they barged in. Lucky for them I wasn’t. My creators would probably still be around to this day if I had been. I’m possibly their greatest most powerful weapon. I’m a fourteen foot winged mechanical tiger with a thirty six foot wingspan. My base color is metallic black and my glowing stripes are neon blue, the colors of death and despair I’m often told. I do have some green on me like on my eyebrows and the blades on the sides of my face. I also have an orange blade on the end of my tail. Other than that I just have a light grey bottom jaw and long yellow tinted white fangs like a saber tooth. Most say that overall I look like I was meant to resemble a freak. I mean who in their right mind has green eyebrows or a pale bottom jaw and is covered in black? In my defense it's not like I painted myself even though I wouldn’t trade these colors for anything. I don’t really care what others say I love my colors and overall appearance. I look both scary and weird and I am weird so they fit perfectly. I wouldn’t go as far as calling myself a freak or psycho though. I am crazy, that I can’t deny, but I don’t think I’m insane or anything like that. There is a difference. 
 I heaved a sigh and listened to the shouting a little longer. Jase's housemaid (more like slave if you ask me) must’ve made his coffee to dark again. 
 I then looked in the direction I knew the doors were while waiting secretly hoping some sort of alarm would go off. I know, as Earth’s defender I shouldn’t wish aliens would attack, but the guilt of thinking bad was nothing compared to the feeling of wasting away. I needed to do something, anything. I can’t stand feeling like nothing, but since the war ended that’s practically what I am, nothing. I’m not really that old yet I feel ancient. 
 I stared at the doors a little longer. I could easily go through it and do something but I already feel so tired and I haven’t even done anything. I shouldn’t be low on power yet and I’m sure I drank enough yesterday to satisfy my non-robotic half for at least a couple days. I guess this fatigue is just like the system warnings I sometimes get.  Often times I’ll feel like my systems are stopping but they never are. I’ve never had a real system failure it's just what’s like an illusion of one. 
 I laid my head back down on my paws and let the feeling of exhaustion slowly take over me. 
 I awoke sometime later. I didn’t really remember falling asleep but I felt as though I’d gotten more rest in those few hours than I had all night. 
 I slowly rose to my feet or paws and shook the sleepiness away then turned towards the doors and walked over to it.
 I then dug my barbed claws in between the two oversized doors and pried them apart. There was a button to open them but pressing buttons isn’t necessarily easy for someone who doesn’t have fingers. 
 I slowly walked out slipping a little on the smooth tiles that made up the floor out here. 
 I glanced towards Jase's room before continuing onward to the even larger glass doors that lead outside. If Jase asked were I was going I’d just pretend to be low on power. I’d done that once before and apparently I’m a pretty convincing actor even though all I did was waddle around like a drunk guy. 
 Like the previous doors I just pried them open and welcomed the warmth that spread over me as I walked out into the late afternoon sun. I tried my best to ignore the overall existence of the city and focus on my current surroundings which consisted of miles of grassy fields in all but one direction. 
 After several moments I decided to go somewhere else since there wasn’t really anything to do here and I wouldn’t be able to relax with all the loud noises. I decided to go to the city. As annoying as it can be I have to admit the city is never boring. 
 Since the roads are bit to crowded for a fourteen foot robotic tiger to move freely and I’m to lazy to fly I get around by walking on the rooftops. 
 I took in a deep breath and caught scents of both gasoline and diesel car exhaust. I also caught a raunchy smell that was all to familiar. Death. I might have been more concerned about the smell if it wasn’t for the fact I was currently standing on a parking structure that was kind of abandoned meaning there was a really, really high chance it was just another stupid suicidal person. I really hate those people, always stinking this place up with their smelly corpses. I hate most of them when their alive too. I mean seriously they’re just so stupid, especially the teenage ones. The teenage ones are the worst always prancing around acting like everything is horrible when more than half of them have possibly the best most simplest lives ever. So what if people hate you? Face it somebody hates everybody! There isn’t a single person anywhere that is loved by all. Not even God is loved by all. Not to mention thinking about killing yourself proves you’re to weak to do anything for yourself nobody wants a friend they have to do everything for because you won’t even try to fend for yourself.
 I guess the main reason I hate them is because I don’t get them and I can’t stand things that don’t make sense. I also hate most transgenders for that reason. I do kinda get a girl wanting to be a boy because who honestly wants to be the so called lower sex and all that crap. I don’t however, understand the other way around. The main thing that makes me so mad at them is all over the place you hear about them getting all upset because someone made fun of them for being trans and I’m just like, what'd you fudgin expect to happen? Hate to bring it to the idiots of this world but people make fun of things that are weird and different all the time and transgender is extremely weird and different. In my opinion if they didn’t want to be made fun of they wouldn’t have changed genders in the first place.
 I leapt from the structure over to the top of a ten story brick building and looked down at the cluttered world below and struggled to resist the urge. Just the thought of the suicidal things made me want to go out and find every single person who is to weak to handle this world and tear their freaking guts out now so I don’t have to hear to all their annoying crap later. 
 I took in another deep breath. I’m not a monster though. Not yet anyway. Everyday I noticed myself become more aggressive as the urge and temptation grows stronger. I could do it. I’m the most dangerous weapon in the known universe. Nobody could stop me if I did. 
 I shook my head. I needed to stop thinking like that. I didn’t always think like that. I used to feel sorry for them. I used to want to help them. I used to feel like one of them. I don’t really know what happened to change my mind about them. I just did. 
 I turned to face west towards the slowly setting sun. I'd have to get back soon.
 I leaped up off the building a quickly flew around over the city so I could at least tell myself I did something other than stand around all day before heading back inside to the darkness of my room.