danger to others, but also to themselves. It had happened on several occasions that Fighters had attacked him for no reason. Some had had so badly damaged programming that they had been beyond saving and their lives had been terminated with a bullet to the head. It had been fast and easy, ending their suffering.
Living with plenty of unstable cyborgs created many unpleasant situations, but despite that, they stuck together. After all, they only had each other and had nowhere else to go. They had only each other to rely on because as soon as they stepped outside their safe walls , they were either chased by the police or MedAct's cyborg soldiers. The police wanted to kill them. MedAct wanted to bind them to new bound ones. Neither appealed to a Fighter. Despite the pain in their hearts, most preferred remaining unbound because they all knew that the bond wasn't real. And yet, here he was, with beautiful Avril in front of him, and considering belonging to her ... because he was tired ...
It was a revelation just as shocking and surprising as Sarah's death had been, but in the end, he knew he would never allow it to happen. It didn't matter how sick and tired he was of being a Fighter. Besides, Avril was doing this for the wrong reasons. He refused to be bound to someone who wanted to help him out of guilt. He was sure that was why she was doing this even if she said otherwise.
There was a knock on the door before it opened. A cyborg soldier came in, pushing a cart filled with food. The aroma of mashed potatoes, chicken legs, and dark gravy hit Hunter in the face. It was all put on elegant porcelain bowls. Next to the bowls, he saw two plates, two sets of cutlery, and a bowl filled with vegetables. There were also plenty of sodas, a can of water, and a can of orange juice. Since he was a cyborg, he ate a lot, but there was more than enough on the cart for two people. Apparently, Jade expected him to eat together with Avril.
Two days without eating had taken its toll on his body. He was weak and his mouth watered when he saw all the deliciousness. The drug that had been used on him had made him even weaker, but he had tried not to show how he actually felt. He didn't want anyone to know that his knees were shaking even when he was sitting, or that his hands felt like heavy bricks when he tried to lift them. He wanted them to think that he was all right.
The cyborg soldier left the room without a word.
Hunter met Avril's gaze. “Hungry?”
She seemed surprised by the question.
“You don't expect me to eat all this, do you? I know cyborgs eat a lot, but even I can't get all this down.”
She blushed. “I'd love to have a piece.”
“Good.”
Thankfully, the chains around his wrists were long enough for him to reach out and pull the cart closer. Once it stood by the table, he grabbed the plates. He put one in front of him and one in front of her. He enjoyed having her eyes on him as he set the table. It even made him grin when he spotted her gentle smile that was filled with anticipation.
He was thankful that she was here. Not because she wanted to become his new bound one, but because there had been someone out there throughout the years who had thought of him. It moved his heart, and the long-lost happiness slowly awakened within him again as he placed some mashed potatoes on his plate.
“How much do you want?” he asked and put a big spoon of potatoes on her plate.
“I can do it myself. You don't have to ...”
“But I want to. So, how much?”
Her cheeks blushed even more. He liked that color on her. She hadn't been one of the most outgoing children, but she had never been afraid of trying new things or standing up for her opinion. He saw strength in her. He always had. Her being here was proof enough of her being willing to fight for him.
“Um ... one more spoon, please.”
He gave her another spoon of mashed potatoes before he placed two chicken legs on her plate.
“Gravy?” he asked.
“Yes,