Cold Metal: Chapter one: On the run.
#1 of Cold Metal
(This story contains death, drug use and bad/unintentionally poor grammar; do not read if you do not wish to see any of the aforementioned things. All characters are copyrighted to me.)
The red dragoness ran through the near abandoned, midnight, streets. Cold sweat was forming on her brow, adrenalin was ripping through her veins and her breathing was quick and raspy. She had to escape; she couldn't go back there, not now not ever. She could see another dragon, running across the roofs to her right; he was chasing her like all the others.
When she saw him look back at her, their eyes connecting as his black hoodie blew off and reviled his green scaled face, she forced herself to go faster as a tear escaped her eye.
He jumped down in front of her, pulling a gun on her too. She froze, as he stared down the sights of the USP .45.
"You can't leave, Tamaya" He said, his green eyes showing no remorse or mercy.
"Toglir...please...I can't go back there!" She cried, pointing back down the street and starting to cry.
"Turn around Tamaya, we need to go back." He ordered. Suddenly the two were bathed in light, an out of control car spinning towards them. Tamaya dived aside, but Toglir was smashed into a wall by the car.
Toglir was motionless, slumped on the crumpled bonnet of the car; which was embedded in a building wall. A fox staggered out of the car, looked at Tamaya and then at Toglir.
Tamaya simply turned, and ran away down an alley.
"Oh shit..." the fox said, moving over to the crushed dragon. "Oh fuck! I killed a guy...oh fuck I've killed him!" He didn't interact with Toglir, only looked at him and then jumped to the decision that he was dead.
"Watch your driving, bitch!" Toglir hissed, lifting his head and neck up; a grinding sound accompanying all his movements. The fox, terrified that the dragon was still alive, fell onto his back and started crawling backwards. Toglir aimed the gun at the fox, and shot him right between the eyes.
He put his hands on the bonnet and pushed the car out from the wall. He stood up, and dusted himself off. He pulled his hoodie off, over his head, and looked at his chest.
His scales were ripped open, and a nasty dint was where his breast bone would be. He wasn't bleeding, only cut and dinted a bit. The outlines of objects and equipment in his chest flashed, and then became green; he'd sustained no damage. He stabbed his razor sharp claws into the rips in his scales, and started to rip them off. He discarded the useless scales, which were made out of a rubber, leather and military armour mix. He ripped right down to the metal shell, and workings, underneath.
The robotic dragon stood there, now exposed for what he really was, by the crashed car and dead fox. A teenage wolf was watching him, from across the street.
"Dude...fuck I must be high..." the wolf said, before moving off. He was completely off balance, and taking one step forwards for every three left and right.
Toglir looked himself over.
His chest was metal; his stomach area was more a mass of a main metal spinal column, wiring and a few other bits of mechanical devices. His waist and groin were metal, like his legs and chest, but the links between his waist and legs were similar to his spine. His arms, and links to his shoulders, were the same as his legs and links to his groin. His neck was unlike his spine and joints however; it was many metal parts that pivoted, and had a small extendable metal protection between each part. His head and jaw were likened, but the machinery couldn't be seen. His eyes weren't inside his head, they were held in holes in his skull and had small frames holding them and letting them move. His wrists and ankles were a mesh of wires and such again; but his fingers, toes and hands looked like metal skeletons with bits of metal armour on the palm, back of the hand, soul top and side of the foot, and in the space between knuckles. His claws were also metal. His wings were skeletal, metal, frames; which had a clear, but incredibly strong, material between them to serve as his wing membrane.
His vision changed from colour, to having a strong orange tint. White outlines formed around all beings close by, even if they were behind walls or in a building, and a red outline formed around the fleeing Tamaya. His vision zoomed in on the outline of Tamaya, giving information about her distance, her vitals and heart rate.
The robotic Toglir started walking after her, she'd never escape. A black dragon jumped down from the roof of a building, pulled out two USP .45s and followed Toglir. They were joined by a blue dragon that flew overhead, and landed in front of them. The blue dragon pulled out an MP5K, from under a black coat, and followed the others.
Text appeared at the top of each dragons view; it read:
Mission Objective: Eliminate subject "Tamaya" Z-425. Use of deadly force authorised.
The three dragons moved off to execute their orders, and Tamaya.
(I know my grammar is horrible, but I've tried my best. All comments and tips welcomed. I may continue this if I get enough interest, or if it isn't an epic fail. All the best.)