AN: This is my first time writing a fanfiction. I am open to criticism and would love other's opinions on my works. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tadashi Hamada or any of the Big Hero Six characters. They belong to Disney and Marvel.
Summary: What if Tadashi Didn't die in the fire? What if someone lied to everyone about his death? I wonder why the would do that. In this case, It's not just one person, but a whole organization that specializes in the 'recovery' of special individuals.
AN: Be aware this piece of writing does have a few in it. But the story is not extremely centered around them.
Last Ditch Hope.
-"I have to try." With those words Tadashi left his brother at the foot of the showcase hall. He ran inside and braced himself as a beam fell from the ceiling in front of him He coughed as he inhaled smoke and ash. He could smell burning chemicals. That just made this fire that much more dangerous. With heat rising and flashover fast approaching, he had to find Callaghan fast. He hopped over the beam, burning his palm as he did so and called for his mentor. He ran between projects to the showstage. "Callaghan!"-
His first few months there were fuzzy. He did not exactly know where 'there' was either. The constant electrocution didn't help. A small wire taped to the base of the skull, three along either side of the ribs, he could only assume it was to maximize the amount of reverberation through the body. The light burned, his eyes burned, breathing burned, skin burned, everything burned. He wanted to scream. He might have, he couldn't remember.
Voices were muffled and hard to understand, but at least the light was out, one less thing to bother him. It got quiet quickly. Was he leaning against a wall? Or lying on a bed? He needed to orient himself. But how could he when he couldn't see? It was too dark. There where two consecutive loud clicks that echoed from just behind each ear, a veil was then lifted. It was suddenly too bright, he squinted. "We can take this off now, you're not on fire anymore." Her voice was high pitched and happy. He blinked her into existence; she was petite, dark eyes with round glasses, freckles that stood out on her pale skin, a brown pony tail was pulled over her shoulder, and he knew her. He couldn't place from where, but he felt he should be able to. It hurt his head to try and place her. Actually, his head seemed to just generally ache. He teetered it to one side, that was a mistake, his vision went blurry as a spike of pain stabbed into his cranium.
"Where am I?" His voice was so gravelly, he hardly recognized it as his own. His vision cleared as the girl looked at him with wide eyes. "What?"
"Sorry," She pulled a small flash light out of her pocket and pressed downward at his bottom eyelids before she shined it across both oculus organs. "You just haven't said a word since I was assigned your case."
He yanked his head out of her grasp with a grunt. Too bright for a headache. "Case?" He tried to rub his eyes, but his arms were restrained across his chest. He looked down, that's right, he's wearing a straight jacket. Why didn't that surprise him? Normally when a guy wakes up in a strange place, disoriented, and tied up like a lunatic, he would be surprised. "Where am I?"
The woman muttered an apology for the light and slipped it back in her pocket. " I'm supposed to answer that with 'You're with the company', but the last guy who said that to you is currently living in an urn."
Did she just imply he had killed someone? He didn't doubt it. That phrase really pissed him off. His breath turned to steam just hearing it. He had a feeling he'd been told that bullshit before.
"Calm down Tadashi." She sat on the bed next to him. So he was leaning against the wall? He was becoming more lucid with each moment passed. He wanted to ask how she knew his name, but that was a stupid question. They had met before. He was starting to remember some things now.
-The first time they had been introduced, was at gun point. The two guards in slim black armor that charged into his cell, at least that's how he described it: after all, he was being held here against his will, kept their sights on him as they positioned themselves for maximum accuracy. A third pushed Ensthla in, so he did know her name, she wore the same white jumper as he did, so she obviously wasn't here of her own free will either. With a quivering voice, she had introduced herself as his doctor. He didn't speak to her, he didn't trust her. She looked at the chart she had been clutching to her chest and read out what it said.-
Months later she did the same. "Tadashi Hamada. 21 years old. 'recovered'," She raised one hand to put air quotes around the word, " at SFIT after a fire. Blah blah blah, I've read this way too many times. How about I just answer any of your questions. That would be so much easier." She set the chart down and smiled.
"Where. Am. I?" This was the third time he had asked that question in the last fifteen minutes. It was starting to frustrate him.
"Oh!" She sat up straight. " I'm such an idiot. You've asked that question three times now. Um, you're at a facility owned by 'The Company.' It's basically a prison, and we're prisoners. It's not like anyone here has done anything wrong, they just have abilities that no one really understands."
"Abilities?" His abilities. They were hard to remember. Only bits and pieces were coming back to him. He didn't think he had them before the accident. But accident isn't the right word.
"right! You probably don't remember much. They've been shocking you a lot lately." She smacked her own forehead for her stupidity.
"Why have they been shocking me?" He still had aches all over his body. He rolled his shoulders as if that would help.
"They want to see how far they can stress you. Probably so they can weaponize your power like they did with Ghost. I've been lucky. My power can't be used as a weapon." She seemed sad, like what she had said hurt her. She leaned over solemnly and pushed him forward a bit so she could untie the long sleeves of the straight jacket. She left the sleeves hidden behind him.
"Can you elaborate on the whole 'power' thing?" As he asked that, two men in black armor walked into the room. They motioned for Ensthla to follow. She didn't say anything as she gave Tadashi a hopeful look, like she wanted him to do something and followed one of the soldiers out. Just the site of these guys with guns made him want to turn them into ashes. Oh, that's right. He can burn. And he can burn hot. And the helmet, it's across the room. He can fight back. The other guard looked down at the helmet then at Tadashi, who had pressed his back against the cushioned white wall. Assuming it was safe, the man went to pick up the white and black head restraint. "This isn't supposed to be off." Before the armed guard could stand up properly, Tadashi rammed him against the wall. He knew it would't hurt the man, all he wanted was the gun. This straight jacket was flame retardant. He would need to get it off soon. During the guard's shock, Tadashi slipped the weapon strap off the armored shoulder and didn't hesitate to shoot.
-"I hate it here. They're destroying Ghost." Ensthla cried into her knees. It had been two weeks since the guards stopped supervising their appointments and it had been 8 days since Ensthla had started confiding in the silent man that had to wear a restraint helmet more often than not because of his rebellious tendencies. "I want to go back to the orphanage. Even though it was hard there, it's better than here." she let out a sad laugh. "I'm too old for the orphanage though. I turned 18 two years ago." This day couldn't get any worse for her. Her life long friend, the strongest and toughest person she knew, was breaking under The Company. Before Ensthla was called for her daily rounds with the surviving 'patients', Ghost had lashed out at her. Ghost had never done that before. It was so different now. She wanted her friend back. She wanted to go back. She wanted to escape. "One day, I'll let you out." She promised. "But you have to get me out too."-
The bullet was loud as it left the chamber. He knew more guards would be coming to investigate, but he hadn't expected the amount of gore that resulted from blowing someone's brains out. Adrenalin overcame the shock and he was out in the hallway before he registered he was running. Sleeves crumpled against his wrist, a clear shot, a steady hand on the trigger, and the other guard was down. Ensthla dropped to her knees and stole the dead man's weapons. A gun and a knife stored in the back pocket. Slinging the strap over her shoulder she ran to Tadashi. "Hold still." She made quick work of the white jacket, leaving the half Asian in just the white jumpsuit. "I wasn't sure you would remember." She readied her gun as she heard a stampede of foot steps approaching down the hall.
" I almost didn't. Duck." It was all the warning she got before a deluge of fire poured out of his hand and engulfed the men who were closing in. They braced their arms over their faces and came out unphased by the attack. "Fire proof armor. I should have seen that coming."
"Then turn up the heat! The suit can only resist up to a temperature of 2400 degrees Celsius!" She pressed her back against his and aimed her gun at the soldiers about to attack them from the other direction.
"Wait, How hot can I burn!?" Tadashi had no way of regulating his own heat output, but he tried his best. As Ensthla opened fire on the men on her side, Tadashi literally 'opened fire' on his. The radiation of heat was a bit intense for her, so she lept forwards and curled into a ball as she hit the ground. Fire backlashed to her side. When it died down she was glad she had made the decision to drop. She padded out the little embers on her suit and brushed away some ashes.
"A little too hot?" Tadashi laughed, the walls had been burned to it's metal frame, which was red hot in some places and cooling to weird shapes in others. Their assailants were all but incinerated, despite an odd leg or two here and there.
