“You aren’t suppose to be harvesting that close to the city.” A voice rang in, echoing off the walls as the night had long since began to set in.
“You cant just leave a mess of parts either. What if someone wandered upon that?” The figure came from the shadows, their long cloak dragging and beaten on the dirt behind them. The android with his long flowing red hair and stark hazel eyes had his lip curled as he moved to reveal themselves before the other android.
“Tsk!” The scavenger remarked in response. His dark skin silhouetted against the night sky. He stood from his position, seated on a gathering of rocks. “We’re tired of having to sell parts that barely work. You want us to sift through the dead of a bygone era in the Reclaimed Forest, then what? Sell parts that are going to break again in 5 months?” He rolled his dark brown eyes he ushered himself up to stand. His moves exaggerated as he prepared to meet with this android.
“Why don’t you just figure out your little ‘quirk’ and hurry and put us out of business.” He hissed, a taunting smile on his expression.
The red headed stumbled a bit, his expression going wide before biting into his lower lip.
“I…Cant.”
“Cant?” The Scavenger taunted, daring to take a step further.
“Osirus.” The red head pleaded.
“…Or wont? “ He was inches from the other now. His sharp tongue wavering behind a beautiful smile.
He drew in a short breath, enjoying the tormented look on the red headed androids face.
“Alasdair.”
The red head gave a forceful shove at the androids chest. Cupping a hand over his ear and turning from the scavenger who’s goal tonight, was to press all the buttons he could.
“You and your village were in agreement. You wouldn’t hunt within city limits. “ Alasdair stated, his fists clenched and his stance widened.
The Android across rolled his shoulders, taking his thickly braided dreads and tying them behind his head. “You expect us to keep acting like scavengers. When prices of the upper bot’s food keeps going up and more sick are refusing to admit they are dying. Someone needs to remind them we are as finite as everything else.” Remarked Osirus. His face morphing partially into that of  long beaked bird. Readying a stance for a fight.
“I know they made you to fix that.” He mocked, as Alasdair closed the gap between them. His fist flying  just over Osirus’ right cheek. There was a quick uppercut, landing under Alasdairs chin which caused his head to go back as he stumbled.
Alasdair’s upper lip had been bitten in the process, sporting  small cut as it began to bleed thick blue. He stumbled, his eyes covered in stars as he tried to process the blow.
Osirus quickly followed with another hit, his elbow connecting with Alsdairs head which spun him quickly into the dirt.
“Did you really think you coming here—You. Pretty boy who lost his purpose, Would convince me and my brother to stop hunting in the city?” His face was now that of a giant monstrous bird. His neck long with puffed feathers. Slowly his human form began to disappear as he stepped into a large form. A harrowing form. Four red eyes peered down as Alasdair laid there, the loud ringing in his ears causing a sense of confusion.
“You—Who has never had to fight for a damn thing in your life. “
A balled up clawed fist tugged tight around Alasdairs violet face as his nose bleed down his face.
His eyes struggled to focus in on the being who was currently clutching at his throat.
“Maybe I should just rip you apart—” Osirus sneered, his voice lowering as he pulled Alasdair to his feet.
“See why they call you a ‘One of a kind’ generation. “ His fingers delicately danced through his red hair.
Alasdair’s eyes lit up, the dark hazel now a vibrant glowing green. His blood pulling itself back as his minor cuts and bruises healed.
This was something that caught Osirus off guard. A quick punch was suddenly pooled into the pit of the scavenger’s chest. His mask of a giant bird retreating momentarily as he stumbled.
Alasdair stood, wiping his bottom lip before rushing forward. Aiming for a punch on the back of his neck.
His eyes widened as he was halted, the sheering pain exploding from his side as a sword had been plunged just beneath the left side of his ribs. Alasdair raised his head, looking quizzically at Osirus who watched from afar.
“Wh—” He barely got out before the sword made its way out through the side of his chest. The skin and his clothes flapped open as a large wound pooled.
He fell to the right onto the  dirt ground, gasping and clutching his side. A large man, build broad with lighter tan skin and striking green eyes glared down at Alasdair’s body. Using a cloth to clen the blue from his beautiful sword.
He had stark short hair. It curled tightly around his head and chiseled chin. “Playing with your food now, brother?” He looked almost bored at Alasdair. Crouching onto the heels of his feet.
Osirus soon joined in over looking Alasdair.
Alasdairs mind was reeling. His vision slowing and his mind struggling to keep up with the pain in his side.
He struggled to breath, His mind was beginning to ache and race. Arguing with him that he needed to stand.

Alasdair folded himself, standing on shaky legs as Osirus and his brother observed.
They both raised their brows before getting wicked grins. “Oh. He still wants to play.”
His side was bleeding, he was no fighter. He was hardly someone who had skilled combat training. Unlike them. Osirus and his brother Armani were Androids once built for war.
It was something all Scavengers were trained to do even after humans had long since died out.
A hand moved and grabbed for the inside of his wound. To which Alasdair gagged and coughed, quickly throwing a punch and trying to shove the older male off of him.
“I’ll play with you until you pass out. Pretty face.”
He moved quicker. Quicker than others. That much he could gather.
It didn’t take long before That was all Alasdair could recall. He knew he had blindly fought well into that night. Yet, he was still somehow being dragged.
Ropes tied and bound his arms and the dirt interfered with his wounds. His left eye caused him immense pain as he tried to open it. He flinched, trying to regain where he was exactly. The sun was up. It had been up for awhile now as his circuits called for an overload of heat.
His knee had been busted and torn inward at some point, though his mind couldn’t recall the exact moment when. He had more cuts along his abdomen.
Soon enough the ropes were dropped. His chin harshly grabbed from above. “If you find your way back. Maybe tell the higher ups not to fuck with the way we are running our half.” Armani stated. His head swayed as he was dropped.
“Lucky I didn’t take more.”
His vision blanked in and out as he watched Armani begin to leave him. He watched the man walk far off into the distance before simply watching an orange sky above him. The dull grey clouds overhead passing over.
A great time had passed before Alasdair had mustered the strength to stand. Pain riveted through his tired body, and he willed himself to stand through it. Alasdair barely stood for a moment before his knee gave out. He could only stand partially, limping his way towards a shadow off in the distance. It wasn’t clear what that was. He hoped it was a city. By some miracle maybe it was another android civilization. He hadn’t been to any other’s but maybe that was why he was dragged so far out in the middle of nowhere. In the wastes.
He dragged his body on the hope someone. Anyone, would be willing to help. The soft trail of blood behind him left his body aching. His clothes ere more torn than they had been. He held his side as it pulsed and tried to repair itself. Failing as dirt and other outer bacterium stood in the way.
The shadow of the place was becoming closer, yet his vision was beginning to fade.
He needed to get to someone. He couldn’t give up.
Someone would be there. Someone had to be there.
His vision had gone completely blurry, only occasionally clearing up and causing his head to ache and throb.
Someone.
Anyone.
His whole body ached. His head felt light as the sun beat down on him heavily. Finally, he clenched his eyes closed. His body forced him to shut down. The world spun around him. Did he make it?
God, Did he make it…?



A soft wet rag felt heavy over his eyes. His head was ringing as his first instinct was to stand. Recalling what had last happened. He fell quickly over, off the…Cushioned dark green patterned couch?
“Whoa!” A soft voice chimed in. A door flung open as a blonde boy with tan skin came rushing over, dropping to his knees before him.
“You arent suppose to be moving.” He laughed, hoisting his heavy body back onto the couch. His eyes appeared to be healed. He could see again.
The boy simply smiled, placing the rag back over his eyes. “ Just rest, Im gonna take care of you alright?” Alasdair was quick to shove the rug above his eyes. Panicked as to where he was as he took in the worn decaying room.

The dusty window held together by old moldy wood, the shelf filled to the brim with old worn leather books and string going from one wall to the other holding old, orange-colored photographs. The room looked like it hadn’t been used in the last century based on the thick layer of dust particles that floated across shimmering light that peered through cracks in the window.
“Don’t touch me.” He demanded, shoving the rag against the chest of the android. “I just need to clean myself. I don’t need your help.” Titus was surprised by this, yet, he took no ill of his sharp words. Instead, He took the rag to a bucket off in the corner beside a stool. “You have a lot of parts missing. Its going to take some time to heal with injuries like those.” Alasdair rolled his eyes, though he quickly regretted that decision as his mind reminded him how injured his left was previously. Was he still healing?
His head spun for a moment, to which the android greatly relaxed into the cluster of pillows placed behind him. The blanket covering his lower torso did well to hide his injuries. He swallowed, parts missing replaying in his mind as he dared lift the blanket to look beneath it.
His right leg was wrapped all the way up to his thigh. He couldn’t only assume that meant he was far more injured on that leg than he thought he was.
His arms were sore, the stress and pain spreading down his back. He realized his chest and abdomen had also been wrapped tightly in medical cloth.
“I wrapped what I could, Im not sure I have any parts here that I could use to replace the missing ones…Im sure if you give me enough time I could find some though.” His blue eyes wandered as he cleaned his hands.
Alasdair took note of the fact he had also done some digging around inside his internal processor. Great. Just what he needed. The secret of being advanced and the failure for what he was to spread around to more droids…

“Theres no need for that, im fine!” He snapped harshly at the other. This caused a bit of tension in the air. A long standing silence as the sound of running water was turned off.
The blonde cleared his throat.
“…I…Oh. My names Titus. We ran into eachother in the market a week ago. “
“Titus.” Alasdair said finally.
“…Yeah?” He squeaked softly, a bit more sheepish now that he had barked so harshly.
“Can you leave me alone for a bit?” That was his only request. Time. He failed in trying to be something to the lower denizens. He ended up getting who knows what taken from his body and now he was going to have to take a while to heal.
His body would come back with the missing parts after a while anyways.
Titus gave a soft nod, his wide eyed expression watching the red head intensely as he weighted out his options. Slowly, the door clicked closed.
Alasdair’s head fell into his lap as he pulled his left knee to his chest.
“Fuck.”