((great name eh? XD; kinda long....and sorta an odd ending))
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A young boy found himself standing alone in a damp dark room, the frail tall slender boy stood nervously. “Velcome to my home, nien. Your home.� An older gentleman pulled the string attached to a light, the boys sensitive eyes caused him to cringe at the light. “I see the medicine ve have been giving you is vorking.� the mans heavy accent was hard for the starved boy to understand at times. “Don't vorry my son, it vill all be better soon.� he placed his hand on the cringing boys shoulder. He was dressed in a large rag of a shirt that slumped off his shoulder and went to nearly his knees. His bare feet were dirty and full of cuts. “You have been the best of all the little vons.� the man said with a smile. “that means you get a new special treat....� he said with a grin.
The man was dressed in the finest of stripped suits and a vest, his gray mustache culled at each end and a top had covering his thinning hair.

The young boy left holding the mans hand and went into the streets, the cobble stone ground was wet from the constant rain, posters and statues of the great one decorated the streets and the miserable gray people of the city wondered hopelessly, starving and cold.

The boy didn't say a word as he went to this new place, it was a scientific facillity hidden in an old condemned building. The facility was the nicest of its kind, clean floors and men with guns gaurding the inside. He pulled the boy behind many doors with many locks and passwords and codes and guns, all of the guards tipping their heads to the man in the vest and top hat.

A small red headed teen pushed past the boy, she must have been a few years older then him as she pulled on her fathers sleeve. “Oh papa papa!� she cried. “I vant a new toy papa!� she cried. “my last toy has broken!� she continued to cry. She just glared at the boy who held her fathers hand. “Vhy do you have such a dirty boy with you papa?� she ask with a snarl.
“Now Andollia my dear, vat has become of all your other .....toys papa has given you?� he asked nicely.
She stomped her feet and huffed.
“Rats are not enough! My experiments need something better then a rat!� she cried out. He man in the top had and vest looked down somberly. “We will discuss this later vittle one, please go read your books.� he said softly, looking at the girl until she stomped off.
“That is my only daughter, it is so sad.� He paused. “Her mother left us after she vas born, her small body could not take the trauma of the birth. Andollia has always seemed to take more of one then they'd like.� He brought the boy to a room that had a large glass window that peered into a room with a conveyor belt. “You are going to be the one to prove them vrong 7o2.� he said with a wide grin as two women in white full body suits and gas masks took the now struggling small boy.
They took him into the conveyor room and placed him on the belt, he went to run and they simply plunged a large needle into his arm until he stopped moving and his eyes went dormant. The conveyor room didn't have that window, it was solid white and the boy did nothing but sit as he got poked and prodded by all the white coats.

They cut large portions into his back around his spine, inserting metal tubes and sewing the loops into place, a large piece of his neck was inserted with flexible needles also, the boy wined and cried at the pain as the medicine had only made him immobile. “I'm sorry little one...� one of the white coats said, coming to his face and showing compassion behind the mask. “I'm so sorry....� the womans voice said as she placed another of the large flexible needles carefully into his chest.

Over the years he had truly morphed into a protector, an escort of the seekers, a tool of their corrupt destructive government. The man in the hat and vest always checked up on his favorite experiment until he died and Andollia took her fathers place. A week before his mysterious death he had been speaking to the unresponsive 7o2 as he always did when he told him he feared his own kin. Andollia had gotten his mothers beauty and passion, her fathers mind and love of science but got neither of their great compassion for the human race. She treated the living as play things and would have done anything to get ahead. “I know you are no lover vif me my dear 7o2, but I vish I could go back and change the lives of all these poor children. I have ruvined the lives of all of dese children. I am so verry sorry 7o2.� he said as he held the limp hand of his best experiment, the one that all of the others were based on. “Sometimes I vish your parents had never sold you to my lab.� he said before walking out, and never returning.

“You ready for another run big guy?� Andollia said with her hip stuck out as she usually did, her glasses sitting on the top of her head. “Ve got another little one ready for you.� she said with a smile.

The years has changed the world. A dormant war had started, a fight for the dying resources that were left. The cities were locked behind iron walls for their own protection and families lived in famine. It was thanks to Telluric that they still lived. The government had promised for some salvation in the new drug, and salvation they found with it. They weren't as hungry as they used to be, they had more energy, and were happier with themselves. For a moment in time they were content with their society. The world didn't seem as glum nor did it look like a downward spiral anymore. It was simply a time to live under the rule of the government who regulated everything that they did. There was no freedom for freedom was slavery. War was the true peace and ignorance was a strength like none other. That was what their society had been cultivated to believe in. The government knows what's best. At least that was what he had been brought up to know... but that lead him to the question... why did the government take his mother and father away from him?

He could remember them... see them in his mind's eye, but their image was slowly fading away with time and a shadow of depression was looming over the lovely face of his dear mother. She was a pretty girl... prettiest he had ever met even with her old mother's blue gown. Her hair was greasy from the fumes at the plant, but it made the chocolate locks shine with brilliance when she came home. His father was a normal man that worked beneath the government. He'd often talk about what they did, but the boy couldn't remember his feather's words anymore... he couldn't even remember what they called him, his name. It was all a blur now and nothing was left but the feeling of metal behind his back as he sat against the iron wall of where his mother worked. For a time he had worked with them after they disappeared, the women and men feeling sympathy for the boy, but after some time rumors started to fly about his missing parents. It was only a matter of time before they threw him out on the streets to fend for his own. That had been a week ago. For a week he sat here, his mind slowly disappearing from the hunger. At first he had taken the time and the energy to find food, in a garbage or a window sill, and drank the water that poured from the sky. But as time started to wear on him he could barely even lift a hand now. His dizzy blue eyes were staring at his reflection in the puddle beside him, the muddy water that he had been drinking from for the past few days.

He was a pathetic sight. His mother's brown hair that he had inherited was matted and dirty, nothing like his mother's hair. His shirt was ripped and torn at the bottom hem and the strips had been used to bandage his bare feet. Perhaps it was a bad idea to sell his shoes and coat for food since it only gave him very little gold in exchange for the handy-down clothes. His pants were patched and torn all around with stains from god only knew what. What was worse was the shape that his body was in. He was clearly emaciated, nothing but skin and bones. His cheeks were slowly beginning to sink inward and his eyes were glassy as if he was separated from reality. He didn't even notice when the plant had shut down and no one came again.

He barely even registered when a stone was thrown at him. It nicked him right on the side of his head and caused him to tilt and then fall to his side with a loud splash from the puddle of rain water.

A giggle sounded from a small distance. The girl who had thrown the stone was smiling ever so wide and then she looked up at giant figure behind her. "I guess he's dead too. Not much left in this sector of town, but behind the wall I can feel it! Smell it! Jelly acid is there."

She tapped on the giant metal machine's arm. "2o7, are you coming?! You're so slow!" She cried out and whined as she tugged on the mechanical figure, though it was like she was trying to move a statue. She was barely even a third of the creature's size and yet she was confident and fearless in ordering him around. "Hurry up!" She was beginning t become more and more agitated at the metal man and started to walk away, knowing that the good protecter he was would follow her close behind. After all that's what they were meant to do. Protect seekers like her.

((short had to run sorry))
The huge figure let what sounded like a moan as he slowly followed the girl, only walking to the small boy on the ground. His eyes where sad behind his giant mask, he bent over the best of his ability wich wasn't far and held out a giant gloved hand, only to have a fiery explosion burst on his shoulder as he quickly whipped around in rage. ((controlling the seeker hope you don't mind))
“2o7! Get him get him! Hes trying to take it from me!� the girl cried out, a twisted left over of a man stood with a large rocket launcher, 2o7 seeming barley fazed as whipped around and ran at the man, the frame shooting as many times as he could before 2o7 rushed him into a wall, a CRUCH SMUSH coming from the skeleton, 2o7 now relaxing and holding the mushed body in front his huge hands, he let out another soft cry sound as he used one hand to dig into the ground, creating a make shift grave for the bit of remains.

“You need to pay more attention you dumb brute! I could have been hurt!� she said angrily, holding tightly to the precious substance. ((where do they get it from?! XDD)) 2o7 walked past the angry girl and right back to the scared orphan, extending a huge now bloody hand and letting out a soft robotic cry.

[looks like we have another missing link X>]

The boy whined when he saw the iron man and what was left of his energy was taken by his adrenaline. He struggled back up quickly to his hunches and backed away from 2o7 in fear. He couldn't seem to make coherent words and just mumbled and babbled nonsense. He looked at the girl, thinking that maybe she could help him. He whined and stared at her with wide scared eyes. waiting for her to do something, but everything was cut a tad short when deafening blast blazed against the metal giant. It was so close that he could feel the hot bits of debris scold his face.

He cringed back in fear and pain as the metal beast stepped away from him and ran off to whatever had made that explosion go off. He looked up, watching the scene in fear, and his eyes darted to the girl who was screaming at the huge metal suited man. She had such a cute face, but her voice was harsh and sharp, something that was very out of place.

He had hoped that the strangers would move away from him as he felt his energy deplete and his head started to spin from the quick movements. His eyes were glossy, soaked with waiting tears. He shook his head at the huge hand, refusing to take it. He didn't want to die like that buried man. This creature was unfamiliar, huge, and dangerous. He stared at the girl who was glaring at him and at the machine, yelling words that he couldn't hear anymore. The blast of the rocket had temporally taken his hearing away from him. He started to pant, to hyperventilate, and soon his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell limp on the ground, unconscious from the stress.

The metal monster quickly went to catch him, holding the small unconscious boy close to his chest, then pulling him away, the boys body seeming so small in the hands of the giant beast. He tried to listen for the boys heart, his increased hearing allowing him to tell the boy was still alive. He again took the boy close and turned to the small girl and reached out to her slowly, motioning that it was time to return as the sun was setting.
The girl refused at first, saying she wanted to look more so aunty Andallia wouldn't be angered but he would hear none of it and took the seeker by the arm and carried her as well, juggling the squirming girl in one arm and the unconscious boy in the other.

They returned to the lab, the small seeker returning to her small room and Andollia staring at 7o2 before verbally attacking him, 7o2 just looking down at the ground like a child in trouble. “Vat are you doing vis dis ......rat?� she asked with a sick look, the boy smelling foul and dirty. “Give him to me.� she said, holding her arm out to 7o2, like a child with a toy that was being threatened he turned so the boy was further from the woman and made another monstrous moan of sadness. “I do not understand you 7o2...I just don't get de vay you vork.� she said with a bit of an angry look before looking down and back up with a smile. “But I suppose if youd like to keep it you can for now.� she smiled, knowing he would be unable to feed and care for a small being and the boy would most likely want out on his own.
7o2's wrists and ankles were put into cuffs connected to metals bars that where held by scientist as his suit was removed, a painful process as the suit had metal inserts that went into his back and neck that kept his biotin levels at a constant controlled state. His back was covered in scars, as was the rest of his body. He had one nearly black eye and one pure white one with a thin trace of blue on the edges, his long straight black hair covered bit of his face and reached his shoulders, he stood nearly 6'7� when not wearing his boots and was not overly muscular but very broad and built. His hands where unproportionately large to the rest of his body and he was wearing a wife beater and a pair of shorts under the suit. “Enjoy your time out you monster.� Andollia said with a smile.
He very slowly and carefully undressed the boy, washing his hair and face carefully in his small sink that was nothing more then a hole in the ground and a faucet. He rubbed the boys face softly and murdered. “Blu....� he mumbled softly. One guard who had a fancy for 7o2 came and helped him dress the small boy, 7o2 being very possessive of the small body

It was about the time that the red headed german girl was talking that the ragged boy had woken up, but he did not move or make any indication he was conscious. He listened to the conversation trying to make sense everything around him. The cold metal on his back and shoulders made him shiver, but it wasn't because of the lifeless material, but because he remember what must have been holding him. That monster from before with his ugly mask that reflected like an eye. He closed his eyes a bit tighter, to many it would seem like he was having some sort of nightmare, but in truth he was simply trying to make it all a dream, hoping.

When he felt the warmth of a hand he finally opened his eyes, just slightly, and stared at the deformed man holding him and caring for him. There was something in his mind that told him this was the face behind the iron mask, but in this form it didn't frighten him nearly as much as before. He then looked at the guard near them and his head lulled in a dizzy frenzy. He couldn't think straight and everything hurt as his mortality came back to him. His limbs were cold and bruised, and his stomach protested to the stress and demanded to be fed. He stared at the guard, pleading with his eyes again, his mouth opening for words again, but they were lost again as his mind flooded again with a heavy dizzy spell.

He was aware that he was naked now, being washed of the dirt and grim that had caked itself on his skin, and he whined in protest. He hated the way that he looked now. His ribs were exposed, each one could be counted like a xylophone and perhaps even played for a hollow sound. The boy wouldn't help but to lean against the monstrous body in an attempt for the little warmth he could feel from the damaged skin. The iron beast was actually a living being... he would have never guessed. A shaking hand came up to hold 2o7's near him, whining like a wounded puppy who needed attention and love.

7o2 complied, holding onto the small child. He had lost his need to eat long ago but knew something was wrong with the boy. He carried the boy with him at all times like a child with a stuffed animal as he came to the bars of his cell, bashing against them until a guard came. “What do you need 7o2?� she asked, face hidden behind a white mask.
Andallia's high heels could be heard click clack click clack on the hard ground as she came to the cell. “Vat are you still doing vith that.....thing?� she asked with an arched brown. The protector simply held him a little tighter. “Terry, get rid of the thing.� she said with a glare, the woman in the white suit was reeking with insecurity.
“He seems awfully protective of that boy....its like hes treating him like a seeker.� Andollia gave the girl a sickened look. “That boy is no seeker, and he doesn't even treat his seekers this way...he knows he kills everything he touches in de end. All protectors end up doing is bringing death-hes just to dumb to realize it. Get rid of dat rat.� she said as she walked away, her small pointed shoes clicking and clacking as she left and put on her lab coat. “I'm doing a new experiment so I expect you to manage this on your own, I'd hate to have to assist.� she spoke loudly to the nervous guard.

The woman in white walked away for a moment and came back with a large collar attached to a metal rod. “Now com on you...� she said softly reaching in, 7o2 quickly getting out of reach and setting the boy down. “You don't have your suit and I don't want either of us to get hurt....just please give me the boy....you don't have the same abilities now� she said, thou the man seemed oblivious to the words as he placed the boy down and walked back to the bars. “Hey can I get back up?� called out, her words quickly hushed by his hand reaching out freakishly quick, quicker then any human should. She let out soft chocking sounds as her face changed from red to blue, the hand on her neck staying tight until she stopped fighting and a “crack� could be heard, he quickly let her go and walked away, the body falling limp to the ground. He came back to the boy with head hung low, holding a hand out. ((kinda lame, still getting into the grove and playing with his personality right now....sorry x_x;;; hope you still like this lol you also need to name him lol XD;;; calling him 7o2 so much is getting odd.....xD;))