Taking advantage of the chaos at the camp after the battle, Jarcor escaped from the area, stealing a MotorStorm he had found abandoned under some debris. The vehicle allowed him to put a lot more distance between himself and the humans. He knew they would miss him soon enough and that they would be after him in no time, but for the moment he was enjoying his freedom.
He was able to reach a small village, up in the mountains and decided to look for a signal blocker, to delay as long as possible his capture. Spotting an electronics store on a side street, he decided to use his savings to buy what he would need. He knew that he would be leaving a trace but right now that was not important.
Entering the store Jarcor found the reaction of the man behind the counter almost comical. It was as if he had never seen a cyborg in the flesh.
“Are…are…are we being…attacked?” the poor man stuttered, clearly nervous.
“No, you’re not. I’m here to get a few things I need. Usually, I would get them from our regular suppliers, but our base has just been attacked,” he explained, trying to leave his expression as blank as possible.
Ever since he had left the camp, pain had been his companion. It was apparent the cyborgs had been programmed not to escape and his actions were a clear violation of such programming. Fortunately, the pain levels were bearable, though they made it hard to smile.
“Sure…sure…whatever you need,” the salesman offered.
Jarcor named all the supplies he needed and the man quickly gathered them in front of him.
“I thought cyborgs were a bit grayish…” The man’s curiosity was stronger than his fear.
“They are. I used to be human, like you, but I was turned into a cyborg, to avoid having my legs amputated,” he glamorized the truth, not looking for the man’s sympathy.
The truth was his skin had slowly lost its natural golden tone and it was gaining the grayish skin tone typical of the cyborgs.
“Oh, I didn’t know they could do that,” the man was astounded.
“Apparently, they can. How much do I owe you?” he cut the conversation, eager to get the hell out of there.
“It’s on the house. It’s a pleasure to help the brave men fighting for our freedom,” the man said, with a full smile.
Nodding, Jarcor didn’t wait around to see if he was being serious. He grabbed his supplies and left the store, leaving the small village as fast as possible. He needed to find a suitable place to build his signal blocker.
A couple of hours later, he reached a small cave, hidden in the mountains, where he hid the MotorStorm and started working on the blocker.
He knew he didn’t have much time before they found him, so he worked as fast as he could. It was a real relief when he got the device working.
He knew that wouldn’t keep them away forever, eventually they would figure out he was using a blocker, but it would give him a couple more days of freedom.
Smiling, he attached the blocker to his wrist and jumped in the MotorStorm, he headed out. He needed to get as far away from the cave as possible before he dumped the vehicle. It was too loud and too noticeable. He would continue on foot, hopefully making things harder for them to find him.
He travelled up the mountains until he considered he was far enough away from his last trackable position. He pushed the MotorStorm down a cliff before taking off at a run.
He spent that night hiding in a cold and dark cave, unwilling to start a fire and make himself visible to anyone who would be looking for him.
He controlled his body temperature using his new cyborg features, but when the sun came out from behind the horizon, he was so hungry he could eat a bear.
Jarcor knew he should try to find something to eat, but wanting to get as far away as possible, he ignored his growling stomach took off running again.
At sunset, he stumbled upon a small cabin hidden in the middle of the woods and after checking the place, he didn’t worry about breaking in. With his talent on hacking, opening the electronic lock was easy.
There was no one around and he decided he could wait for the soldiers in the comfort of the cabin.
With luck, there would be food in storage he could eat.
And there was. The cupboard was filled with all kinds of canned food, as well as all the ingredients you might need to cook a delicious meal.
Being too hungry to wait, he grabbed a couple of cans and opened them, eating them without even heating them first.
With his primary need satisfied, he searched the small abode finding a comfortable bed he would use as soon as he took a shower.
He was coming out of the shower when he heard someone entering the house. Cursing himself for being so distracted, he wrapped the towel around his waist and quickly moved to the door, trying to find out who he was up against.
A flowery scent filled his nostrils when he slightly opened the door and he knew it was a woman. By the sound of steps, he was able to tell she was alone and he doubted she could be a danger to him. Her footsteps were barely audible, so he assumed she wasn’t a big woman. Carefully, Jarcor left the room and followed her to the kitchen.
She was examining the empty cans he had left on the table. She must have sensed him behind her, because she turned around, startled.
“Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my house?” she shouted, after a moment of shock.
The woman had guts, he had to admit it. Even before he had been changed into a cyborg, he had been an impressive man; over six feet tall, with a muscled body. Now, he was almost seven feet tall and his body was a lot more powerful than it had ever been. Still, she hadn't hesitated to confront him.
A hint of a smile cracked his face. “Who I am is not important. I needed a place to get some rest and this place looked perfect,” he said in a cool tone, as his eyes surveyed her body.
She was barely five feet ten, with a slim, tidy body, with curves in all the right places. Her coppery hair fell down her back in amazing curls and her heart-shaped face reminded him of a naughty wood nymph, with the green eyes.
For the first time in a long while, Jarcor’s body responded the way it was supposed to in the presence of such an attractive woman and he took a deep breath, in order to control himself.
Unaware of his examination, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and threatened him. “Well, I don’t care what you need. This is my cabin and you have exactly five seconds to get the hell out of here before I call the police.”
“You don’t want to do that,” he replied, in a soft tone, taking a few steps towards her.
She gulped visibly but didn’t step back. “Of course, I do, and I will.”
Before she was even able to turn on the phone, he was next to her, taking it out of her hands and smashing it between his fingers. “I don’t think so,” he murmured, opening his hand and allowing the small pieces of the device to fall to the floor.
Looking scared for the first time, the woman tried to run for the door, but Jarcor wasn’t about to allow her to escape. Stretching his arm, he quickly captured her and pulled her against his naked chest.
He needed a bit more time of freedom and he couldn’t allow her to ruin that for him. “I’m sorry, but you’re not going anywhere. I promise I won’t be here for long, but while I do, you’ll stay with me, like a nice little girl,” he whispered in her ear, allowing his nose to relish her sweet perfume. Her scent was driving him insane and he had to make a considerable effort to control himself and not act like a brainless animal in heat.
“Please…please…let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone about you,” she begged him, breathing hard, her heart drumming in her chest, so hard he could hear it.
“I’m afraid I can’t believe in you,” he replied, as he looked around, trying to find something he could use to tie her up.
“What are you going to do to me?” she seethed, struggling to free herself from his powerful embrace.
“Nothing, as long as you behave,” he assured her, as he dragged her along the kitchen floor, opening the drawers on his way until he found duct tape. Just what he needed.