A/N: This idea had been in my head for a long time. Just a couple chapters. My idea of why 7 left and why she took the twins. Just a small break from my story 10 and 0.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! 9 is property of Focus Film.
"Where is that blasted girl?" 1 grumbled out loud pacing the throne room. "She'll be the death of us all."
7 had snuck off again…to scout in the emptiness. Her inability to obey his commands, worked 1's wire nerves thin.
No matter what he did, 1 couldn't control her. She was head strong, spirited. He could control 2, 6 and 5 with ease, the twins took a bit of threatening and the destruction of some of their papers here and there but they were also controlled. But 7…1 squinted his eyes and furrowed his brow at the thought of her.
Glancing out the window of the throne room he watch the moon rise. No punishment he gave help. He took her belongings, she found more. He forbad her from going out, she snuck out anyway. He sent 8 to beat her, he was beaten instead.
He drummed his fingers and stared into the emptiness, he had to think of something. Movement caught his attention. There she was. Her pale form flitting in and out of the silver moon beams.
Graceful but with such strength behind her movements. He watched her dancing among the garbage, so free and full of life, a bit before he got an idea. 1 got a terrible, awful idea. The perfect punishment.
He had allowed her to be to free, that wouldn't happen again.
"8!"
At his voice the largest stitchpunk appeared from behind the book, the little nook that served as the entrance to their bed room and the emergency escape route.
"I have a job for you, and I need you to get me some supplies."
7 happily picked her way across the emptiness, having found the gizmo 2 requested. She had no idea what it did but if it made 2 happy it made her happy. She was lucky to have such a great family. Sure 1 and 8 were pains but she could handle herself and she was the only one, besides 5, who could somewhat understand the twins.
7 looked up towards the throne room window expecting to see one scowling down at her. Funny, he wasn't there. Maybe she had actually gotten away with it tonight. Sneaking in and out, she hated 1's angry lecturing about her disobedience.
Hopping in the bucket lift. She took it to the next floor to the work shop. There she met the happy faces of 2 and 5, they cared. It was nice to be cared about.
"7! My dear girl, we were getting worried." 2 started coming forward to embrace her. She didn't care for touching too much but…she sighed it was nice, being held.
"W-we were starting to get worried…it's after dark." 5 smiled shyly.
"Sorry it took me longer then I thought to find this." She pulled out the small gizmo from a rough rag sack.
"Smashing my dear haha! You found it!" 2 gleefully grabbed the gizmo, taking to over to the work bench.
5 put a hand on 7's shoulder "You've made his day." She smiled back and yawned.
"Tired?" 5 asked her a bit of concern in his voice.
"A little." 7 admitted to him. With 5 and 2 she could always be honest, even show a little weakness. With the others she couldn't.
At her admission 2 looked up from his work, the glass lens made his optics almost comically large at a distance.
"7, why don't you go rest? 5 and I will wake you when were done." 2 smiled a secret knowing smile. This was a gift for her and she was completely unaware of it.
She nodded complying. 2 and 5 both loved her and such a warming feeling was rare nowadays. 2 was a father and 5 like a brother.
Crawling into her bed a few rooms down, 7 felt so happy.
It did last long….
An hour after 7 had gone to bed her door was quietly pushed opened and a large shadow blocked the light.
8 was quiet, part of him didn't want to do this. 7 looked like a angel sleeping, her face soft and pale, her gears whirring lightly. He slowly shuffled over to her bedside and steadied himself. It was an order, he had to obey.
Carefully he pick up 7's warm, soft form. Her optics blinked open as she began to struggle. 8 locked his large arms around her small frame and squeezed. 7 began to see spots, she tried to call for 5 but no sound came out. Everything went dark as she ceased struggling, her head hanging limp. At her lack of movement 8 instantly released his strangling hold and placed her limp form over his shoulder.
Yes, he was not happy about this…
"I'm cold." Was 7's first thought as she opened her eyes. She nearly jumped once she recognized her surroundings. She was in the throne room against the wall, to the left of 1's throne, opposite 6's paper nook. The sky outside still very dark.
"How did I get here?" she whispered to herself moving to stand up. The clink of metal and her inability to move her hands made her look down. A molded sliver band bond her wrists together, a chain hung from the bottom and connected to a metal ring in the wall.
7 panicked and began pulling furiously trying to free herself. She could only move about 6 feet from the wall.
She looked around desperately for a weapon or something to pry herself free. She saw nothing.
7 was so wrapped up in the thought of freedom she did not see 1 approach.
"See what happens when you won't follow the rules?" He voice, smug with self satisfaction.
"1!" 7 nearly screamed, "What are you doing? Let me go!"
"Not until you learn to follow the rules, I will be keeping you close. Someone needs to keep an eye on your rebellion." 1 held up a small metal key. "The only way for you to be free is to obey me, until you learn that you will remain here."
7 braced her leg against the wall and pulled, the chains didn't budge an inch.
1 smiled coldly and went to sit on his throne her curses, shouts and death threats all music to his ears. This will break her, 1 was patient he could wait for her subjugation to be completed.
All the while mismatch optic stared from the corner made of paper and ink.
An hour after she awoke, 1 retreated to bed. 7 had stopped cursing him, her voice box hurting.
Another hour had passed and 7 curled herself into a tight ball on the ground her back pressed to the stone wall. She was freezing and shivering hard.
"Could have at least given me a blanket." 7 grumbled to herself, shivering harder as another cold gust came through the throne room.
Her wish came true as a moment later something warm and soft was draped over her. She opened her optics just in time to see the striped stitchpunk 6 shuffle away, as if he was afraid. 6 had always been under 1's power and seemed afraid of the others. Well everyone but 5 anyway.
But before he returned to his paper corner she gently called to him, careful not to wake 1 or 8. "Thank you, 6." He gave her a quick nod before disappearing back into his nook.
7 grew sleepy as her body began to warm up. She would think of a way to free herself in the morning, or perhaps 5 or 2 would convince 1 to let her go. Either way she had to get free.
She wouldn't last long like this….
A/N: Well what do you think? Let me know any thoughts you have on this story. : )
