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mechanical hearts, part 3  by dr3arms

the library itself was supported by several solid steel spiral from the ceiling, its dusty thousand page tomes inculded the history of the city itself, known as delcru, as well as the finiancial records, social standings, rankings, title ownship, housing prices, and various other tid bitso f outdated information. but nowhere inside the three story library did the heart find any information regaurding the locations of the exits. 'friends, we must find the exit.' its said in a low humming voice. the gears inside the machine  creaking slowly, occasionaly scratching hte inside of its organic parts. 'i must return to my host body.' it said. 'no... i must learn all i can from this place, anything i learn can be of some use to us.. we must get out of this place.'


the heart flew to the second story of thel ibrary, where all the diaries of the deceased were kept in case some one wanted to read into thel ives of a particular person. it was anything special, as the mayor,  long since deceased, had at one point early in the cities development, had declared it nessery for the towns people to kep a log of their thoughts and actions for each day. the hearts flitted from one diary to the next, hoping to catch some reference to the locations, but all it could find, even from the diary of the guards, were random thoughts, letters, moments of passive rage, and thoughts of feelings it could not possibly understand. 'this is worthless, i must find some-' it stopped mid sentence as it came across a blue leatherbound diary, wrapped in string and chians, locked away in the highest part of the library, dangling by a thread. 'what is this?'

boston and comet had come up with a brilliant way of co existing with each other, comet altered the humans brain so that the heart could ocmmunicate with him through thought only, which suited the indian man just fine, as he did not want control of his body anymore, and had become severly depressed after his wife and three children had died in the fighting against the mechanical hearts. "where might i find the nearest gun store boston?" comet said, his face starting to decay from the body natural rate of decay. 'i do belive the nearest gun store... we dont have a weapon shop actually, your kind destroyed it in the fighting, in order to kill us towns folk off. why did you attack us to begin with?' boston asked curiously. "it what our primary programming was. we can not disobey our directives. we even killed our creator, the great dr. link." comet said flatly.

'great!? GREAT!? let me tell you something about that so called doctor you hold in so much regaurd-' "we did not hold him in great regaurd, we are only machines, and hence, we have no opinions, or feelings on any matter. i only said he was great because that is what he programmed into us." the body was silent as it stood still for half an hour before boston noticed. 'you know... if your looking for your friends, i think-' "we do not have friends. we are alone." 'regaurdless, you want to find your kind right? i think i saw one of them head towards the library.' the body moved stiffly, uneven, and before even the first step could be taken, it fell over. 'maybe i should take over body movement while you still control the head?' boston asked, slightly bemused at comets lack of coordination. "yes, i do beleive that would be the wisest choice. i thank you even though i still hate you." comet said, his voice still quirky. 'you might want to want to give me one of my eyes, so i can see where i am going.' boston said after he walked into a lamp post. 

cassandra, as the heart named itself, shambeled across the fog ridden graveyard, learning slowly thel imitations of a long deceased host. she broke open her ribcage and seven chains flew out of the heart, which now pumped at an uneven rate, and sank into several fresher graves, pulling the corpses from their resting places. she held them by their eck and examined their flexibility closely, and replaced her own weakened parts with their stronger ones. "this shall do nicely. i still need to find out where my kind is though... yes?" she asked as the chains flung the reamins of the corpses in random directing, not caring about the tombstones, and perferring violent ways of destroying the former property of delcru.

she came across a scared child and thought to take mercy on her, "do not be scared little one, we dare not harm children... give me a hug, for i am lonely, and need comfort." the child, being only ten years of age, wanted to feel someones warmth beside her own on the now freezing nights inside the walls of  delcru. she wrapped her arms around the unead thing, not knowing if she was to die as well when she saw the mechincal heart slowly beating. cassandras psychotic side took over for a second as chains sprang out of her back, and poised themselves to peirce the child from behind.

"do not worry, i will not harm you little one."

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Date created: Nov. 11, 2009
Date published: Nov. 11, 2009
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Tags: a, action, and, angel, blood, brawl, comedy, crack, darkness, demeonte, dramatic, end, engimatt, family, fantasy, fiction, fight, flying-four, fun, game, ghost, ghosts, heart, hearts, horror, king, light, love, mechanical, mind, of, one, ox, part, pay, politics, result, round, sent, series, short, slam, suspense, the, tie, two, unchained, victory, weapon
Word Count: 1046
Times Read: 91
Story Length: 8
Children Rank: 2.9/5.0 (1 votes)
Descendant Rank: 0.0/5.0 (8 votes)