Everyone was silent taking in Goku’s words. Then before we knew it, the four girls were off again. Goku sent us to clean out the engine in the square, opening up the junkyard in the process.
Not many had been in the junkyard before, the fog gate is always up. But when we heard the gate was down, Ariella, Jacoby, Dr. Meh, and I rushed over. Entering the junkyard I finally understood why it was called that. There were piles of scrap metal everywhere, with automatons patrolling all around.
“What are we even doing in here?” I whisper, glancing around to make sure there are no automatons.
“Exploring, what does it look like? It's just something to pass the time with.” Dr. Meh answered as he jumped on a pile of scraps, taking in the junkyard from a higher view. “This is really cool guys! You need to see this!”
Climbing onto the pile as well, I looked out at the view before me. Piles of scrap stretched on for what seemed like miles. With metal filling my vision, I hurried down and started gathering cogs.
Hearing a clanking sound behind me, I looked back to see the others gathering supplies as well. Stuffing my bag with all I could carry,I turned to look for the others. “Where did they go?! They couldn't have gotten far, but this place is so big I can't search everywhere!”
Rounding the pile of scraps I last saw them on, I continued walking in that direction for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes. Climbing upon another pile of metal, I saw a figure in the distance. Sliding down the pile I was running towards whoever it was, when I realized. This might not be someone who was part of the resistance. This could be one of Lucky’s men. Stopping in my tracks I began a slow walk to the figure.
I could hear a banging noise the closer I got, until I peaked around the corner and saw a little metal machine. He, for I assume it’s a he, didn’t look like one of Lucky’s automatons. In fact he kind of reminded me of Pinocchio, except he wasn’t wood. He seemed to be made from many different machines, he was so mismatched. There was a cavity in his chest, like something used to be there but now it wasn’t. I didn’t want to get any closer, he was smashing things like his life depended on it.
Taking a small step back, I failed to notice the pipe behind me. Crashing to the ground, I smash my head onto a box. “I really hope he failed to notice that.” Was my last thought before everything went black.
Waking up to my back being scraped across every surface known to man is the worst. Something has taken a hold of my foot, and I have been dragged through the Junkyard for an unknown amount of time. “You would think someone would have run into us by now.”
Feeling my foot hit the ground, I slowly opened my eyes. There before was the little machine. His back was turned so I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I was thankful he wasn’t paying attention to me. Though that might not last long.
I was in some dead end corner of the junkyard. There were, you guessed it, piles of junk surrounding me. Slowly moving one limb at a time I checked to see if I was injured beyond my back. Not feeling any other pain, I tried to lift myself off the ground as quietly as I could. Looking where I stepped this time I slowly started to move away from the crazy machine.
“You cannot leave. I will not let you.” Hearing those words I knew he had caught me trying to leave. Turning my head so I could see the Machine I gave a weak smile.
“What makes you think you can stop me?” I asked in the most confident voice I could muster. It sounded pitiful even to my own ears. But it would have to do.
Taking a menacing step towards me. I matched every step it took with one of my own, moving backwards to stay away. I didn’t have any weapons with me, neglecting to bring them with me when we were cleaning the engine, I knew my only chance of escape would be to run. One problem. I don’t know how fast this thing can run. I know I’m not a long distance runner, but if I can get far enough away, then it shouldn’t matter if I have to stop to breathe.
Taking a quick glance behind me, I looked back at the machine one more time before turning tail and running.
I didn’t look behind me for the longest time, hearing the clang of metal was enough to tell me I was still being followed. Finally I heard the noise stop, yet continued to run for another minute or two. Just to be sure. Slowing to a stop I tried not to bend over from exhaustion, but it was a battle I could not win. Falling to the ground I tried to catch my breath as the adrenaline wore off from my sprint through the Junkyard. “I will never run again!”
Rolling over onto my stomach, I pushed myself up into a slouch. “Oh Lucky, I wish I had water right now.” Climbing to my feet, I almost collapsed again from the dizziness. “Maybe running so soon after being knocked out wasn’t the best idea.” Taking a slow step forward, I began my long journey back through the Junkyard.
Seeing a arch in the distance, I hoped with I had in me that it was the entrance and changed my course for it. As time passed, so did the ground under my feet. Seeing the sun begin its descent to the horizon, I quickened my pace. “I do not want to be stuck in here all night, and if that is a chance of leaving this place, then I will get there before nightfall.” Practically sprinting again, the arch grew ever so closer until it was just before me. Seeing the path for town, tears streamed down my face. I had made it to the end of the Junkyard. Knowing I still had a bit of way to go, I set out once more. Only this time I knew I would make it
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