Robot Love

Chapter 13

A/N: Dedicated to wyfawssdrhah for all those votes and for commenting! I appreciate it! :)

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Chapter Thirteen

When I woke up, the first thing I wanted to do was cry. I was once again chained to the bed in the dark, damp cell, but worst of all my spirits were crushed. I wanted to die at that moment, if only for a split second. I wanted to give up all hope of freeing the robots and reuniting with Damien. Gringer is dead and Wendy might as well be. God knows what happened to Dale, Dylan, and Brian.

Damien was still out there somewhere, maybe still in the woods heading north, and maybe trying to find me.

Whatever they do to you, don't forget me.  I squeezed my eyes shut as his words played through my head countless times, like the song Crazy Tom sang what seems like years ago now.

"I won't forget you." I whispered to myself.

But even as I made that silent promise to Damien my stomach churned with fear at what they were going to do to me. They had already done their best to make me bend to their will, but I still had some fight in me...for now. I had a moment of weakness, and now I was ready to face them again. I rolled onto my side, feeling the Swiss Army knife press into my thigh, giving me a strange adrenaline rush. I could picture myself plunging the knife deep into Mr. Poke's chest, or better yet Derik the almighty Leader of the world.

First I would have to get through Eric though and he looked like he knew how to fight. I had never been trained, my fighting skills just came from instinct. And let's face it, in the woods, my instinct had been to curl up in a ball as bullets rained over my head, praying to a god that didn't exist that I would somehow not be hit by one.

I groaned as the steel door swung open to reveal a suited up Eric, minus the black face mask. "Leave me alone." I grumbled.

"Someone is grouchy." he teased. "Let me improve your mood then by telling you I've convinced my brother to let you out tonight."

I jerked up as much as I could in my chains and regarded Eric hopefully. Maybe he was on my side after all.

"You mean you're letting me go?" I asked.

Eric snorted and shook his head at me. "You really think we would let you go? No, I'm just taking you out to a club tonight. It'll be fun."

"A club?" I asked confused.

He rolled his eyes and sat down on the edge of my bed, patting my head like I was a two year old. "Yes, a club. Where people dance, drink, fuck, and have a good time."

"It doesn't sound like fun to me." I replied sourly, flopping back down on my bed.

"Trust me, you'll love it. You will get the chance to see us robots without the presence of our masters. It's a club strictly for robots. It's called The Repair Shop. Genius, huh? I came up with the name myself." he announced proudly.

"I'm not going."

My gut was telling me that whatever this "club" was would not be a fun place to go, despite Eric's claims that it was. I had a foreboding feeling that ran from the tips of my fingers, down to my toes.

I absolutely, one hundred percent refused to go to this stupid club.

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"I can't believe you're making me go to this stupid club." I growled at Eric while trying to walk in a straight line with the high heels he had made me wear.

"You need to let loose a little, Sophie. You're so tense."

He came up behind me and began to rub my shoulders but I shoved him away from me, itching to punch him in that smug, pretty boy face of his.

"Maybe that's because my best friend was just murdered in front of me. Did you happen to think of that?" I snapped angrily.

Eric threw his hands up in a gesture of surrender and let me be for the most part after that. I followed him down the cement stairs, that somehow led even deeper into the ground than my cell, my high heels clacking noisily against the hard cement and echoing off the walls. My stomach flip flopped nervously the deeper we got to this club, and music carried up to us, progressively getting louder.

"Is that...music?" I asked.

"What else would it be?"

I wrinkled up my nose at the strange sounds that made my body vibrate. "It sounds horrible."

"It's called house music. It's what you dance to at clubs." he explained.

"Well I think it sucks."

Eric sighed and just as I was about to complain some more, we came to a bright green and pink neon sign reading, The Repair Shop. Surrounding the sign were little gears and wires, probably for an artistic effect. Eric opened the door for me and I was hit by a wall of smoke and sweat. As I stepped into the big room, my eyes tried to adjust to the flashing lights that made my eyes water. Hundreds of people filled the room, grinding up against each other in such provocative ways that I found myself blushing, yet unable to look away. I wonder if Damien would ever dance with me like that.

"Come on, I'll get you something to drink." Eric said, grabbing my hand and dragging me over to a long table, with a man standing behind it.

"What would you like?" the man asked.

"Get her the special." Eric answered for me.

The man behind the table, or what Eric later told me was a bar, smiled and promptly poured some blue liquid into a glass with ice. He handed it to me and I stared at the fluorescent, bubbly liquid skeptically. Eric encouraged me to drink it but I took slow, cautious sips of it at first. The cold drink excited my taste buds and burned a path down my throat, leaving me light headed just after finishing one glass. As the night wore on, I downed glass after glass of the blue drink until I nearly forgot that I was a prisoner here and Eric was one of my keepers.

He lured me out onto the dance floor, beneath the flashing lights that now seemed to excite me. I danced with him like the other couples did, and before I knew it I was kissing him. When I could no longer see straight or think any coherent thoughts, Eric finally took me back to my cell. He practically carried me up the cement stairs while I rambled on about nothing in particular.

When we got to my cell he pushed me back onto my bed, while I giggled incessantly, then he pulled my covers up over me and left me. Just before he shut the door, I looked over to see Derik smiling at me and then the steel door shut, just as I drifted off to sleep.

Every night continued in the same manner. Eric would take me to The Repair Shop, give me that blue drink until I lost control of my own body, we'd dance, we'd kiss and then he would take me back to my cell.

One morning after a long night of dancing and drinking, I looked out my little window with something nagging at my mind. There was something I was forgetting. No, someone I was forgetting. His name was on the tip of my tongue but when I tried to come up with their face it was just a blurry figure. The only thing I knew was that my heart pounded and swelled with an emotion I could only identify as love whenever I thought of this nameless, faceless person.

And just like that, I had broken the only promise I had ever made to Damien. I forgot him.

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A/N: Well, here is chapter thirteen. Some of you may be punching your computer screens right now, but not to worry, this is not the end!

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! And I apologize for it being so short. I am planning (fingers crossed) to make up for this short one by making chapter fourteen extra long! :D

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