SECOND CHANCE ch 2

he awoke early in the morning by a crash. She hopped out of her makeshift bed and went to investigate.  She saw that it was just Xero, who had knocked over something.
"OH! It only you! You had me worried there for a sec." she sighed.
'I have to go." He mumbled.
"Go where?" S
"To kill the beast."
Oh, no you don't!" she grabbed his tail "it's not safe."
"I'll be fine…" he replied, pulling his tail free and bounding off.
"Sigh… what a man. He is going to get himself killed…" She mumbled to herself and shook her head.
All of the sudden her optics started flashing as images flashed in her head. She saw images of another one of her kind. It didn't look like Xero, but also not like 13. The image focused a bit to reveal a tall "Stitch-Punk" with a large hat on his head that had a feather sticking out of it. He had a large bag slung over his shoulder. He had his head down, so his hat covered his optics, but she could plainly see the warm little smile on his face. Then he was gone.
She staggered over to the wall, resting on it and holding her head.
"Damn… what just happened?" she hissed. After resting for a minute, thinking, before she climbed onto the desk above her room. She found some paper and some lead and began sketching what she saw. After she was done she found a tack and jumped down, landing gracefully and hopping back into her room, then pinned the picture up on her wall.
After a day of doodling more pictures, and still no sign of Xero, she went to bed.
She woke up to a knocking on her drawer.
"Xero? Is that you?" she called, hopping out of bed and peaking out of the drawer. She saw another Stitch-Punk standing there. He had a hat on, which had a feather sticking out of it, and a bag slung over his shoulder.
"Oh! Hello!" he chirped happily.
"Wow! You got here fast!" she smiled widely and hopped out of the drawer, landing next to him.
"What you mean?" he cocked his head to the side.
He was interrupted by her hugging him. His eyes widened and he blushed a bit.
"I'm 13!" she said cheerfully.
"i-im 24." He stuttered, looking away and pulling his hat over his face. 13 pulled his hat away, trying to get a better look at him.
"You're really cute!" she smiled innocently.
"w-what?!" his face reddened even more. She giggled and grabbed his hand, pulling him into her room.
"Look," she whispered, pointing to the picture of him.
"Is that… me?" he asked "it is! Wow you did a good job!"
"Thank you."
"24? Is that you?" asked a new voice. They turned around to see a new Stitch-Punk. She had many shades of blue all over her body, ranging from teal to indigo. She was also held together with zippers and had a hood on, that was decorated with one pompom in the top and two that hung down on yarn. She was sitting on 13's bed reading a book that was strangely their size.
"Yeah. It's me, 33." He replied, obviously knowing the girl.
"Is 73 with you?" she asked hopefully.
"Sorry, but no. he stayed behind with Firefly."
Oh… ok," she said sadly "can you tell him that I said hi and that I miss him?"
"Yeah. I will."
"Thank you" then she went back to reading her book.
"Wait a second. Has she been here the whole time I have been here?" asked 13.
"Actually, we both have been here longer," relied 24 "but I come and go. See this bag here? I use it to carry mail. I am a messenger. Oh, that reminds me! I have a letter here for you, miss 33." He said, pulling a neatly folded piece of paper out from this bag and handing it to 33.
"It's from 73!" she smiled as she read the letter. She kissed it before putting it in her book and leaving the room.
"What was that about?" asked 13, looking over at 24.
"You see, they are in love," he replied "and I… um... I think I am in lo-"
He was cut off by a yell from outside.
"13!!!! 24!!!! Some quick! It's Xero!!" it was 33, and she did not sound happy.
They ran outside to see 33 kneeling next to Xero's limp, messed up body. His left arm and leg were badly ripped and his right optic was missing.
"XERO!!" cried 13 as she ran over and began shaking his almost lifeless body. "24 take him inside and put him on the bed, 33 find a needle, some string, and some scissors."
"ok," they both replied, scurrying of to do their jobs. After they left, 13 began to head back until her optics started to flash again. She saw an outstretched arm with a wing or something attached to it. The hand was much like hers.  Another hand reached out, grabbing the first one and pulling it forward. Then the image blurred. When it focused again it showing another robotic beast, but there was something in front of it. Something much smaller. It was Xero. Then she snapped out of it and rushed inside, knowing her plan would work.
After about half an hour, Xero was all patched up. The area where his right optic should have been was sown over.
"Will he be ok?" asked 33.
"yes." Replied 13.
"h-hey 13, come here a sec," said 24, who was over by the door.
"Yeah? Whacha need 24?" she said, trying to be optimistic.
"Good job, "he said, looking down.
"You don't say much, do ya?" she asked. He shrugged.
"Hey, can you tell me something," she asked after a minute.
"I guess," he said.
"Can you tell me what love is?"
"w-what?" he blushed a bit.
"Yeah," she looked up at him.
"L-love is… um... I guess you… um… it's hard to explain…" he tried to find the right word, but couldn't really find them "I guess it's when you're around someone you feel warm and h-happy…" he finally said.
"Oh, well do you love me?" she asked.
"You infatuate me…" he mumbled "um, yes."
"Well I guess I love you, too, then."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, really!"
"Great"