Chapter 1

Killing Machine

Titan's POV

There is nothing complex with the things in this world. They only are complex and difficult if you make them to be. The way that people deal with things, is like how you deal with anger. Everyone has their own way of dealing with some sort of problem.

The government created me two hundred days ago... Precisely almost a year. It's so hard to tell what others feel when you can't feel any emotion or pain. The government scientist created me by using perfect DNA. Perfect DNA is like your perfect 'dream boy' or in some cases, 'dream girl'. They have the perfect features, perfect body, perfect eyes, perfect hair and everything is about perfect.

Considering I am a robot on the inside, I look one hundred percent human. But there is a problem, I have a mind of a killing machine. I kill the people that the government wants to be killed. The ones whom they think will cause trouble and refuge to this world.

I have killed a total of 189,651 thousand people and counting. You can tell that I have been killing a lot considering that I only have been alive for almost a year. The government only created me for one thing, and one thing only,

To kill.

At times I get images in my head of what people would look like when they are cut to pieces. When I find my target, my mind begins to go a thousand miles an hour. Images and ideas on how to kill them.

There was this one time I was at my targets home in the city. My eyes began to wonder around the room, picking out objects that stood out to me. That would kill the target of course.

The scientist that created me told me that my mind will began to develop other abilities. Such as, strength, speed, senses, some emotions, and of course, to choose object to kill with.

Every time I see an object, they light up and give me a killing accuracy percentage. A percentage to which how fast they can die, and is reliable to kill with. I mostly chose the objects between the percentage ranges of 75-100. Which may I add, is the best way to kill someone?

The group of scientist called me Titan. Because of how I have some titanium inside of me. I listen to orders given by the presidents third in command. Which is the one gives me the orders and I report back to. Every mission I take, I report back to Dave. Dave is someone that you want to strangle no matter what the case may be. He is a complete ass hole.

One person whom I call my father is Steven. He is the one scientist that I like a lot. He has been there for me since day one. He cares for me just like his own son. I call him father, well because he created me. What else would I call him?

I mainly call him father but when the bosses are around, I just call him Steve. That is what other people call him so why not?

Sometimes thoughts come through my head like, 'What if they were innocent?' But that is only happened to me two times out of the people I killed. I don't know why that happened either. It's like I felt a little ashamed of myself. Sometimes I believe that killing sooths me. The blood all over my hands, and body of the other person's body collapsed beneath my bloody hands.

The scientist taught me to clean whatever I touched and of course the blood that I got everywhere. I clean up the evidence and get rid of the body. Unless there is tons of bodies, then I just leave them and don't worry about cleaning it up. The government would take care of it. That is why when I get a mission, the third in command would tell me rather to clean the mess up or leave it.

Dave mostly says don't clean it up. But I learned just in case. I am smarter than most humans. I took the IQ test and got the greatest grade then anyone in this world. Which I thought was quite amazing if I may add.

The thing is, I may be a killing machine but I do know how to do other things as well.

My eyes opened and I sat up on the hard medal table. I looked over at Steven. He smiled at me and closed up the back of my head.

"You are all done." He smiled at me.

I nodded and turned to look around the room, to see if anyone was around.

I turned back to Steven and said, "Father, will I ever be a normal robot like some of them?" I asked.

He sighed and shrugged. He grabbed my hand and I looked down at our hands. His eyes met mine and he said, "Son, you were made for only one reason. And that is to kill. It's your natural ways. This world is full of technology that will do other things. But you, you Titan are meant to kill."

I nodded my head and turned my head to the door. I hear footsteps getting closer. The double doors opened and Dave walked through with a folder. I got off the table and stood in front of him.

"What is my next mission, sir?" I asked politely.

"There is a girl. A young girl whom is a robot. She is trying to assassinate the president. You need to take her out. You are way stronger than her. I need this done right away." Dave demanded.

"Yes sir." I said and grabbed the folder from his hands. I opened it up and read a girl's name. "Silver" Just silver? I have a last and a first name. Maybe she only liked a first name. She may be built with silver. That could be why she is named Silver.

My eyes took a visual image of the file and laid it on the table. I walked out of the lab and took the elevator to the surface of the warehouse in DC.

We are located in DC. Mainly because the government is stationed here. The higher government that is. I only got to meet the president once. She has this wig to cover up her burnt hair. She was burned very badly a while back. She has her whole face done and everything. Now she looks twenty years younger. Also, she is a half robot. That is the only way she could stay alive so she agreed to it.

The doors opened and I stepped out, walking to the car. I got in and sat in the cushioned seats.

"Start." I said and the car started up. The engine roared through my ears. I zoomed out of the warehouse and to Silver's apartment. I zoomed past the other cars and through the bridge. I looked out the sunroof and seen cars flying above me.

I have learned that many technical advances have been made over the years. Now it's year 2041. Father told me that when he was a baby the first flying car has been made. Well actually came for people to purchase that is.

I zoomed through the zone 15. Which is downtown DC. Each part of the city has different Zones. Some people are not permitted in some of the zones because of their class. Each person has a class also. Which means the classes range from, Wealthy, rich, billionaire's, government, army, poor, homeless and nobodies. The ones that are homeless, poor and nobodies are not permitted in Zones 15-25. Which are homes, businesses, banks, the white house, and the capital building of the zones.

The president made this rule for problems to stop. They separated all of the people. People was ripped from their homes and thrown out on the street. Animals were killed that was owned by the last three classes. Their banking accounts was frozen, and of course homes destroyed. There is a zone in the area in which is blocked off. Tons of homeless, poor and nobodies live in that area. Just because that is the areas that have not yet been recovered from the breakouts in war that was started ten years ago. The government is making them build up their area if they want to. They have absolutely nothing to do so. Only with the stuff from the zone that was already there. Like the broken bricks, streets, cars, and etc.

I pulled up in front of Silver's apartment building. I got out of the car and I looked up at the skyscraper. My eyes began to do a thermal reading for her body. I scanned all the way up to the seventh floor. I jumped up and crashed right into her window.

She turned around from doing her hair and she looked at me curiously. A frown escaped her lips.

"Now, now. You could have come through the front door." She pointed at the door. My eyes began to search around the room and getting accuracy of each weapon in site. My eyes landed on the metal bar for the fireplace. My eyes turned back to her.

"Shit. Don't tell me you are the killing machine." She sighed and rubbed her temples.

"Fine, I won't tell you then." I said, with a severe tone.

I grabbed the gun from my back pocket and pointed it at her. She ran across the room. I started shooting and she dodged each one. I jumped over the couch and grabbed her hair, throwing her back against the fireplace.

She grunted and cracked her neck back in place.

"Don't you touch my fucking hair!" She screamed. She grabbed the metal bar and threw it at me. The tip goes through my stomach. I chuckled and pulled it out. I broke it in half and threw both of them at her. They go right through her hands. She screamed.

She tried moving her hands but they are stuck into the fireplace.

I tilted my head and shrugged. "You could have done this the easier way." I rolled my eyes and pointed the gun at her forehead. Her eyes widen. I pulled the trigger and the bullet goes right through her head and out the other side. Blood and Silver shavings go everywhere.

My mind goes back to the file. In red letters it read, "Leave the body." I put the gun back into my back and jumped out the window. I landed on the street and the concrete cracked beneath me. I cracked my neck and watched the people look at me with wide eyes.

"Go back to your business." I said politely. The rushed out of the area. I got back into the car and drove off, heading back to the warehouse.

"Call Dave." I demanded the car. The car responded, "Yes, Titan."

The car started dialing his number and I waited for a few seconds before an answer.

"Is the job done?" Dave asked.

"Everything is complete. She is kind of held up at the moment. Get your men on that, Dave." I said sarcastically.

He laughed and said, "Good work, Titan." He then hung up the phone. I smiled and continued to drive back to the warehouse, not a thought about what I just did in my mind.