Malcolm examined the wound, relieved to see that the wires had only shifted. Carefully and gently, he shifted them back into place, his fingers moving with precision despite his headache.
“Good thing is, none were cut. They were just moved out of place,”he mentioned.
" that's good.." he said and went back to trying to wrap it.
“Need some help?”Malcolm asked.
" yeah, sorry.." he said and gave malcolm the wrap.
Malcolm shrugged, taking the wrap. He then put it around Hiro, silent and methodical.
After all was said and he sat down with back in his arms
Bax cuddled against Hiro, content.
Malcolm watched, then sighed, rubbing his temples again. If only the pain meds worked instantly.
Hiro had slowly fallen asleep. Holding the bot tightly
Malcolm watched, a small smile appearing on his face. He then sighed softly, wondering what he could do. Remembering his stash of projects in his coat, he pulled one out, along with his toolkit, and started tinkering away on it.
hiros back flashed blue, then green,. he woke soon after. " somethings coming.."
(Another AI or something else?)
( up to you,)
(I’m honestly having trouble deciding. But, if we did something else, what do you think would work? The first things that come to mind are mutants, bandits, or some other sort of robotic thing [like another cyborg maybe?]. I’m having another indecisive moment, eye roll, lol)
( maybe bandits )
(Thumbs-up)
Malcolm paused in his tinkering and gingerly got up, looking through a small tinted window. His expression became a scowl.
“So, kid, want to murder some folks? There’s a gang that lives just outside this neighborhood that keeps trying to take it from me. And it seems like they’re paying me another visit,”Malcolm asked, pulling out his pistol.
Midas appeared next to the window and flashed a couple times at Malcolm. He nodded.
“Alert the others too. I don’t want them stepping one foot inside,”Malcolm said to Midas. The bot flashed at him and vanished.
Hiro nodded at his father's response. He picked up multiple elements, the ground and water first.
Malcolm snickered, then walked outside.
“Alright, you bastards. Get the fuck out of here. I’m done fucking negotiating,”Malcolm growled.
One of the bandits stepped forward, aiming a rifle at Malcolm.
“The boss is being generous. You have one last chance to get out of our territory, or we’ll just shoot you,”the man said.
“If you’re going to shoot me, then fucking shoot me and quit wasting my time,”Malcolm snapped.
Hiro kept a strong stance " you so much as give him a headache and your blood 'ill be plastered on the ground."
The bandit turned and rose an eyebrow.
“Where did you get the kid?”he asked.
“Fuck off and I might tell you,”Malcolm replied.
“I can’t ‘fuck off’ before you tell me,”the bandit hissed.
“Yes, you can. Get the fuck out of my neighborhood.”
“This is our neighborhood!”
Hiro could have cut the tension with a knife. One step and he'd put them all six feet under
Malcolm glared,”Fuck this!”
He shot the bandit in the knee, then pointed his gun at the others.
“You might want to fucking leave!”he growled.
“Shoot him!”the wounded bandit yelled.
The rest of the bandits all had their weapons trained on Malcolm. They seemed to have completely forgotten about Hiro.
Hiro growled, using his powers to drench most of the guns and bend the others." Stand down!" He snapped
All the bandits turned to look at Hiro in shock, not moving. After a moment, the wounded one turned to Malcolm with a glare.
“So, that’s why you keep him. A tool? An experiment?”the man hissed.
“How about a companion?”Malcolm replied rhetorically.
The man’s glare sharpened, then he pulled out a pistol, one of the few surviving guns, and pointed it at Hiro.
“I will shoot him, in the head, if you don’t back down. You took what was rightfully ours, and killed dozens of our men and women. And I know that’s not all you’ve done, Traitor,”the man hissed.
Malcolm rolled his eyes.
“Death means nothing to me, just like you and all your ‘precious’ friends. You take what you want and shoot anyone who gets in your way. That’s how I got this neighborhood, and that’s how I’m keeping it. Now fuck off, Tasil.”
“And what about this kid? Does he mean something to you? Or is he just as inferior to your little robotic pets as the rest of humanity?”the man, Tasil, asked.
Malcolm shrugged, his grouchy expression never shifting.
hiro flnched, looking at malcolm. " wait.. do you really mean that dad..?" he asked, his guard lowering for the moment
Tasil glanced at Hiro, snorting.
“So, the boy’s attached to you, eh? I bet he doesn’t even know who you are, or what you’ve done. Tell me…”
Malcolm shot Tasil in the head before he could finish. The man jerked, his gun going off, then he fell back. Malcolm didn’t look toward Hiro, even though it nagged at him. He couldn’t look weak in front of these bandits, even if the kid misinterpreted it.
“Goodbye, Tasil. Now, anyone else have something to say?”Malcolm said to the other bandits.
(It’s up to you, but I was thinking maybe Hiro got hit in the shoulder, or something like that)