Steve
The moon shined through the windows on a saturday. Through the first door on the right side noise could be heard. Down those steps into an abyss of dust stood a lanky wrinkled man with balding black hair and revenge on his mind. Earlier that month Dr. Sangiovanni had lost everything including respect, money, and his license as a scientist.
Clank! Working furiously sweat dripped down his forehead. “If I can’t live, why should anyone else be able to?” he bellowed. “What’s that noise?” the next door neighbor cried from the racket escaping through the basement windows. Lights turned on up and down the street. Soon the neighborhood would be visible a mile away and the stars would disappear. Dr. Sangiovanni finally finished the robot that was titanium with thick arms legs and a huge body. As he stood next to the doctor it was apparent how huge the five foot seven inch robot was. He had so aptly named him “Steve.” Steve was the name of the sole man who embarrassed him and turned the world against him.
The next night he began tests with the robot. As he plastered pictures of his enemies on the large brick of metal he kept handy, Steve would proceed to exterminate them by crushing, burning, and slicing with thick blades. He believed Steve was ready to avenge him. He loaded Steve into the back of his old war-torn black van parked inside the garage. Turning the key the engine howled. The roar of the garage door opening as he pressed the button woke neighbors yet again. The wheels turned through the street and he was off.
“Kill!” the doctor screeched as he tossed him out the van onto the middle of the street. The doctor went home and awaited the results. The next day he flipped on the news. The men he had so desired dead were shown burned, sliced up, or crushed into smaller pieces. He looked into the basement, but couldn’t find Steve. Being so enthralled in the death of his peers he forgot to tell him how to get home.
Beginning to worry, the doctor searched through the city. The stench of the blood oozing through the mouths of the lined up corpses outside of the shops filled the air. There were signs of his presence, but nobody around alive to talk to. Searching and searching there were more dead bodies but no robot. Sliding down the side of the earth the sun disappeared. The doctor decided to have a look at the beach a few minutes from his house.
Thick lines of red blood stained the water with arms, legs, and heads floating like buoys in a pool. The doctor became frightened. “Why are all of these innocent people dying? I only told you to kill the people that made my life end,” he sighed. His hand trembled as he tried to grip the door handle. After many failed attempts he finally threw himself full force into the van. Rushing to tame the beast he gave it power. The wheels quickly sped through the city towards the doctors house.
Screeching to a halt the car screamed one last time. He popped out of the vehicle and entered the house. A hole the size of a robot was visible in the kitchen located in the back of the house. He grabbed a drink. The doctor’s heart started pumping. He started shaking smashing the glass in his hands. He slowly started walking towards the basement. One foot traveled after another. Seconds turned into minutes. Turning the handle on his door his heart sped up even more. Minutes turned into hours.
He slipped on blood down the stairs leading into the stained death chamber. As he stood up he saw a thirst in the eyes of the monster he created. The monster ran towards him. The doctor dashed towards the exit, but slipped on the blood once again. Steve grabbed a hold of his leg crushing it between his fingers. Squeals of pain exited the pained body. Fire burned brightly through the robot. The body turned a crispy black. Blades swirled around the hands slicing off each piece one by one. The robot finally ceased to move.
Where the robot is now nobody knows. Some say you can still hear the cries of the doctor if you go near the house.
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