"Do you think it's dead?" that was the first thing I've heard in years. A hardened male voice. Most likely a soldier.

"I dunno. But it's in that vat. Maybe it's some kind of life support?" a woman's voice replied.

"I don't think… we shouldn't be here." A girl's voice muttered. She sounded scared.

"Quite your crying kid, we got things to loot in here. I betcha that thing has plenty of scrap on it. Lets open it." The male said.

"No, what if it blows up or something?" the woman replied.

"Well then, that would be exciting, now wouldn't it?"

"You're not gonna listen, are you?"

"Nope."

I heard a click, and then the area I was in drained out, and I heard a sort of buzzing.

"There, let's scrap the thing and leave."

I heard footsteps, and then something poked me. I opened my eyes, barely.

"Wait, the lights on. Oh my god. MARCUS!" the woman yelled.

"What?"

"Run, the things alive!"

"What, that's the most… oh fuck."

I opened my eyes, and looked around. I was in some kind of giant tube, and on the floor. The man was standing above me. He was wearing a mask, but he had dark brown hair. I slowly started to rise. He stepped back, and stared up at me.

"Oh… I'm dead." He stepped back, and closed his eyes.

I shoved him out of my way, and walked towards the girl. She was watching, with her hands over her mouth. I stopped about three feet in front of her. the woman stepped inbetween us.

"You'll go through me to get to her."

"Gwuuuuh?" I moaned.

"You heard me tin man."

My body began to pulse with energy, and I began to shake. I stared at my hands, which were shaking uncontrollably. My right hand began to spark with electricity, and my left began to pulse with waves of air. I looked back up, and the three humans were gone.

"GWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!" I brought both my hands down onto the solid cement floor, and made a large crater.

I recovered from my enraged state, and sniffed the air. I recognized a sweet scent. But I couldn't remember what it was from. I followed it, running as fast as my large boots would let me. I made a loud thump every step I took. I kept following the scent until I found the source of the sweet smell. The three humans from before were standing with their backs to the wall, including the girl who was crying. That enraged me. I looked around until I saw multiple humans in the area. They appeared hostile, so I began to slaughter them.

"Hey, look it's a tin man. Lets scrap it." A human yelled.

I felt a slight tingle, and looked to my left. Bullets were pelting my side. I found a human carrying a machine gun, and felt an instinct push me. I raised my left hand, and a burst of air flew out of my hand. He was hurled at the wall, and crushed. I saw two humans standing in a pool of water, and I raised my right hand. Electricity flew from it, and the humans were fried. The rest fled, except for one. He ran at me, and hit me with a pipe. It never even fazed me, and I grabbed him by the throat. I lifted him up into the air, and raised my right hand.

"No, no, NO!" I jammed my right hand into his chest, and actually dug into his flesh.

I pulled my hand out, and he was dead. I dropped him, and picked up a nearby knife. I dug into his chest, and cut out his heart. I picked it up, and walked over to the three humans from earlier. I looked at the girl, and kneeled. I extended my right hand, which had the heart in it.

"Wha?" she asked, confused.

"Take it, don't want to piss this thing off." the man whispered.

"But… that's disgusting. He's giving me a Splicer's heart." She replied.

"No, I think he's trying to say something. I think he's trying to give you his heart…" the woman said.

"What? A Big Daddy? Has a crush on me?"

"Wow, you got the ugliest, smelliest buffoon to love you? Well, at least we can use him to our advantage. But why you?" the man asked sarcastically.

"Hey!" the girl yelled. She was getting upset.

I stood up, and stared at him. Everything was slowly phasing from red to yellow.

"Nice work Marcus, you pissed it off." the woman muttered.

"Shut up Cathy. Now isn't the time for this. Sammy, calm it down before it kills us. Seriously, I hate the way its staring at me."

"He's not an it. I think he wants you to apologize." Sammy replied.

"What? No way."

"Gwuuuh!" I grunted.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry. Now get it the hell away from me!"

"Shhh, shhh. It's alright." She rubbed my helmet, which was synced into my nerve endings, so I could feel everything around me.

I turned back to her, and tossed the heart away. I extended my hand that wasn't covered in blood.

"What? You want us to come with you?" Sammy asked.

"Gwuuh." I pointed at her.

"I'm sorry, but I can't leave them here. If I go, so do they." I sighed under my helmet, and motioned for them to follow.

"Ah come on, we got better shit to do than follow a confused metal man."

"Marcus, shut the hell up for a minute. I think he's trying to say something." Cathy instructed.

"Gwuuuh… I… have… gwuuh… a… safe house… " I had no clue where that came from, or how I knew about the place.

"What did that thing just say?" Marcus asked in an insulting manor.

"GWUUUUH!"

"He said he has a safe house." Sammy translated.

"How did you understand that?" Cathy asked.

What Marcus and Cathy heard.

"Gwuuuuh. Gwuuuuh. Gwuuuh."

What Sammy heard.

"I… have… a… safe house…"

"You guys didn't? I heard him almost perfectly."

"So, he said he knows about a safe house?" Cathy asked.

"Yes. I think we should follow him."

"Well, we should probably find cover for the night. The Splicers get feisty after ten o'clock."

"Can you take us there?" Sammy asked as she rubbed my helmet.

"Gwuuh." I pointed down a hallway.

I led them down a few corridors, and then we found a heavy steel door. There was some kind of blood scanner. I jammed the needle into my palm, and it beeped. The door slid open, and the humans entered. I followed.

"Well, whaddya know? This place don't seem that bad." Marcus said as he jumped on the couch.

"Marcus, feel free to make yourself at home." Cathy said sarcastically.

"I think I might have to take you up on that."

"You two quit it. Thank you for bringing us here… well, I don't even know your name…" Sammy said.

"Well, if he's gonna be with us for a while, he's gonna need a name. He's your boyfriend, you name him." Cathy said.

"Wait, hey, whoa. Who says he's staying with us?"

"Marcus, he brought us here. If he didn't we'd be up to our necks with Splicers by now. The least we could do is bring him along."

"Kid, you are to trusting."

"Marcus, I don't think he'll take no for an answer either." Cathy said.

"Well fine. But if he comes with us, he's gonna be used. After all, he is a TOOL." Marcus put extra emphasis on the word "tool".

"MARCUS!" Sammy yelled, and all the furniture shook.

"GWUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!" I moaned, and punched a hole directly through the first layer of the wall.

"Sammy, calm down. This thing is gonna go berserk and kill us." Cathy prompted.

"No, I will not calm down. And he IS NOT A THING. When will you people get that? He's just a man inside a suit!" Sammy walked over to me, and put her hands on the release latch on my helmet.

She hit it, and lugged off the heavy helmet. Everything went silent. Everyone stared, but said nothing. I looked around, and Sammy's mouth was wide open. I stepped back, and panicked. I'm sure you know that no Protector model handles attention very well, from all the accidents that happened pre-civil war. Mostly Rosies, though.

I looked around, and found a mirror. I picked it up, and looked at myself. I was horrified at what I saw…

Major cliffhanger, eh? you guys must love me. until next time( most likely tomorrow) peace out.