"LEFT!" Rin yelled.

"I know!"

I yelled in reply as I skidded to a stop and just charged the rest of the way through, and by the time I reached out and slammed the elevator button, I was just drained.

"You need to exercise more." Rin tsked.

"Say that to a person who hasn't been out of bed for a week." I shot back.

"Excuses."

"You need to..."

Ding!

Forgetting what I was going to say, I stepped inside the elevator and pressed the G-floor button. A brief moment later the door closed, and it was just us inside.

"Ground floor, main entrance to the left, 300 meters, it's on the first floor."

"K."

At 6th floor, the door opened all of a sudden as a sickly elderly women steped inside. Instinctively I pulled down my sleeves to cover the hologram projection from my wrist, and for a moment it seemed to work. Next thing I knew, I was reaching for my glove. With my hand already in the breast pocket, I became paralyzed in thought.
Did I really have to hide it?

Slowly, my hand fell away from my breast pocket and I let it fall to my side. The elderly women seemed to pay no attention to me, probably because she was literally blind judging from the cane she was holding. Thankfully there was no passengers after her, and by the time I reached ground floor, I realized I had been sweating and could barely breathe.

"Are you still alright? Did the blind old lady scare you?" came Rin's muffled voice from my sleeve. Although I could not see her projection at the time, just from her tone I could tell she was having the time of her life teasing me.

"Yeah, you seen the size of her cane?" I turned to Rin.

"Biggers than yours at least." She snickered.

"What does that mean?" I looked to her confusingly.

"Nothing." She responded innocently.

Irritated, I took a quick peek at my wrist, but instead of the holographic figure I was expecting, all I got was this blue floating icon:

(^_^)

Oh just wait until I get cross dimensional powers, I will make you wish you were never programed...

With an angry sigh I rolled up my sleeve again, and kept on walking. The lobby was spacious and only had a few people, and thankfully none were looking in my direction. I quickly found myself stepping through the automatic doors and into the outside. The outside hadn't changed, the streets were still packed with people, cars and occasional punks on hover boards. Nothing had changed since my rehabilitation and to some degree I found myself missing the outside. It was probably because I had been in the hospital for far too long. I began to run, slow at first, then gradually faster and faster. I couldn't stop, there was just this mysterious energy coursing through my veins. Several times I came close to running into people, but it didn't stop me. In fact the more I ran, the closer I came close to this nostalgic feelings of me running down the street at max speed trying to save Illyria. Running with a purpose, without bounds, it made me feel great, it almost made me get hit by a car, almost. Another inch and I would have had to get a whole new robotic body. The driver was unhappy with me obviously, so I quickly apologized and retreated back onto the crosswalk.

"You're not going to get a whole robotic body for free you know?" I could barely make out Rin's tiny voice with all the traffic.

"Very funny." I replied in a sarcastic voice.

"You almost got killed you know, what were you thinking?" Rin chided.

"I don't know, I just felt like running, that's all."

"Those are crosswalks, not tracks. Mr. Athlete."

"I'm sorry, I can't walk, I can only sit on your arm and complain." I said with my best imitation of Rin's voice. I ended up sounding like a less whiny version of a 12 year old girl.

"Hey! At least..."

The lights turned green and I ignored her as I started moving again.

"That's why you're-" Rin stopped.

"You're what?"

"You're...HEY! The store's right there!"

I looked ahead and she was right. With full will and passion, I found myself running towards the store like it was the touchdown in a football game or something. I rammed straight into the door, thankfully I didn't break the glass, and almost fell to the ground. Everyone in the store was just staring at me, and the best I could at the time was just laugh it off and act casual about it. And yes, it didn't work out. Then like a one awkward guy at the school dance, I carefully avoided eye contact as I made my way to the back of the lineup.

Curses.

There was at least another dozen people in front of me, and it was highly likely that one of them would order the new Stardelight's Smores Frappuccino.

"One Galaxy size Coffee vanilla Frappuccino please!" came a voice from the very front.

Phew...

The line inched forward.

"Can I get a Super Galaxy size Green tea caramel Frappuccino? No caffeine please."

Green tea caramel? Is that even a drink?

The line inched forward.

"Can I get one universe size Stardelight new Smores Frappuccino please?"

No...nononononononoooooooooo...Curses...

I stared at the ground and didn't look up, it was already the best I can do to cover up my annoyance.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look! That guy has a metal hand!"

I knew the mother was trying to hush the child, but it was too late, the damage had been done. A new layer of grimace was pasted onto my face, and I immediately felt the eyes around me began to take jabs at me, like I was some sort of interesting horror.

The line inched forward.

So this is how it's going to be huh?

The line inched forward.

Be the hero...

The line inched forward.

Save the people...

The line inched forward.

Lost an arm...

The line inched forward.

AND THIS IS HOW THEY TREAT ME!?

"Um...sir? What is your order?"

It was my turn, I barely even acknowledged the waiter's voice, but by then it didn't matter anymore, I'd already lost my appetite and my zeal was completely gone. I was nothing but a sack of walking meat, but at least a sack of meat can't be hurt no more...

SCRCHHHHHH!!!

The distant screech of tires disrupted my thoughts, and for the next few seconds it only got louder, and before I had even the time to turn around and look at the streets, it was already here.
The car smashed into the store.

***

​I found myself lying on the ground, head aching from the shock. It had all happened too quickly for me to register what was going on. I looked up, it was an armoured truck, the type that were usually used for transporting cash from one bank to another. The front half of the truck was inside the store, while the other half remained jutting out onto the street. I scanned the room: nobody seemed seriously hurt; most were just shocked or fainted. Then the most unexpected thing happened, out from the armoured door emerged a pair of Pingu(s). Yep, you heard me right, Pingu(s) (No need to get your eyes checked). They are basically magical birds that thrive in the northern reaches of the frozen kingdom. They have an oversized belly, small heads, but they can't fly, though they are excellent swimmers. The Pingu(s)'s furs was mostly black, except for the belly part which was completely white. Pingu(s) possess a relatively high level of intelligence compared to the rest of the bird type elementals which explains why they were able to cast magic spells, to a certain degree.

The pair stood back to back, or at least that's what it seemed. Their sizes were extremely disproportional. One Pingu was as tall as a grown man, while the other one literally wore a pair of shades and was the overall size of a basketball. The composition was just simply ridiculous.

Little P (I am just going to call the smaller Pingu Little P for now) did a hand gesture, or wing gesture. Next thing I knew, Biggy (I am just going to call him Biggy for now) with his undersized wings, picked up Little P and placed him on his shoulder. Shocked and speechless, Little P sat on his shoulder for the whole way like some sort of carnival ride. Their little parade ended as soon as Biggy stopped in front of the counter, with Little P jumping off Biggy's shoulder then using his wing as a slide all the way down onto the counter.

Dang.

Somehow the waiter at the counter was still standing. He appeared to be dumbstruck, then again I guess anyone would have acted the same if a pair of Pingu(s) rammed into your store with a truck and stood in front of you. I looked up, the man's eyes screamed; I bet his training criteria did not cover situations like this.

I gulped.

Next thing I knew, Little P was waving his wings in the air in frantic gestures. At first I thought he was on drugs or something, and it took me a moment to realize that he was actually trying to communicate through sign language. I honestly didn't get any of it and neither did the waiter. Seeming frustrated, Little P face palmed then turns around and jabbed his wing towards the electric panel advertising the new drink: Stardelight's new Smores Frappuccino.

No, this can't be real...

The waiter turned and took a glance and seemed to immediately. When he turned back to face the Pingu(s) again, his face was even whiter then cream on the Frappuccino.

Little P spoke something in angry chirping, sounding something like 'I ma kill you if u don't make me dat drink boi.'

Then out of nowhere, Little P pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the man with one wing, while he did a 'hand me over the good stuff' gesture.

Shit just got real. 

Don't just stare at the gun! Do something Kard!

Yet all I could do was scream inside my head and complain, uselessly complain.

"GABU? GABU! GABU! GABU!" Little P clearly frustrated, pulled back the safety lock and adjusted his aim towards the man's head instead.

Just make the God damn drink already! Curses!

It seemed that the waiter somehow heard my screams for plea, as he scurried across the counter and began working on the drink at once. The room was silent, the only sound being motors of the blender turning, and that's when I noticed a woman with a baby in the corner began to go for her phone. It was too late, Little P took a blind shoot over his wing without turning. He demolished just the phone. A pain for cry rang out, as the women fell onto her side with one hand clutching her other, bleeding hand.

Those Pingu(s) didn't play around.
The waiter who was in the middle of making his drink paused to look, which only earned him a shot a couple inches above his head. Tears began to stream out of the man's eyes, as Little P waved his gun at him and grumbled something in angry chirping. The waiter didn't need to be told twice, as he worked like a machine for the next half a minute or so. Then with pale arms and trembling lips, the final product was carefully set on the counter. Little P ginned in satisfaction as he grabs a straw from the side and sticks it right down the drink, then with his short yellow pointy beak, he took a long satisfying sip out from it. After what seemed to be half of the drink, he waved his wing as a signal to leave. As expected, Biggy walked over to the counter and offered his wing as a platform, and without 2 shits given Little P jumped onto his wing with trophy in hand. While my eyes escorted their every step, I had to bite down my lips to contain all that fury from within. And by the time the duo made it to their vehicle, my lips were already senseless. 

​Why is this happening to me!

I lost an arm and this is how you gods repay me!

Gods why?

Why...

WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY!
CURSES!!!

...

Then like a trigger of a gun being pulled, rationality was shot, dead and tossed out the window, as anger took full dictatorship of my brain. I could feel the blood boiling in my veins, the bloodthirsty beast inside me had been chained up far too long, thrashing and kicking as the chains of morals and manners could hold it back no more.

"Rin." I snapped, knowing she might possibly ignore me.

"Yes?" she replied with carefree voice.

"This arm is battle-capable right?" I asked while still keeping my eyes locked on the Pingu duo.

"Of course! Even though it's a prototype, it's still a military grade product..."

"Good." I cut her off as I began to get up.

"Um? What do you think you are doing?" her voice sounded panicked, and if it weren't for the circumstances I would have liked to hear more of it.
Little P took another sip of the drink, I couldn't and wouldn't hold back anymore.

"Are you even listening? You can't possibly be serious about..."

I watched in silence as trucks pulled out. It rotates 90 degrees to straighten itself. Knowing there would be no second chance, I lunged got up from my position, then ran towards the truck and threw myself onto the rear end of the truck and grabbed onto the latch the last second before the whole car went full gas down the road. The wind slashed against my face and sweat threatened to loosen my grip, but I was just too angry for that. Then using the latch as a foothold I began to climb for the roof of the truck... it was already too late to turn back.

You're not going anywhere you little pieces of shit...

Q: What's your favourite drink?