Water drops ran down pale flesh, washing away dirt and blood as if the sky itself was crying for the broken thing tossed to the side of the road and forgotten about. If it wasn't for the two large ashen wings noting the object without a doubt as a cyborgel, one would assume the broken and charred body lying in the ally was the victim of a murder instead of garbage which long outlived its use.

A small black cat emerged from a nearby dumpster, the heavy rain making the feline look more like a drowned rodent as the mangy fur clung desperately to its half-starved body. Dangling from its maw was a limp white noodles thrown away from the Chinese restaurant two blocks down. Brushing against the trash before darting into the street, the cat didn't notice as the eyes of an object believed to be dead begin to crack open.

The eyes were a brilliant red, although the left eye appeared to be malfunctioning as the red light flickered erratically only to stop when gravity took over and the cyborgel fell forward, its face meeting the ground. A groan of pain which sounded eerily human emitted from the cracked lips of the cyborgel. 

The cyborgel stayed there for a good 30 seconds or so before finally struggled pushing itself up with its left arm, the right arm hanging uselessly, swinging slightly as gravity made a mockery of it and the cyborgel. After the body shook and struggled as it attempted to get back to the sitting position it had been before it awakened against all conceivable odds, it gave out causing another crash to the ground. 

The cyborgel's chest moved up and down, laboring for breath as the red eyes flicked around the ally as if it was searching for something - anything - to assist it.