Bonk. Clank.
Bonk. Clank.
Bonk. Clank.
Bonk. Clank.
The monotonous noise is probably the only thing keeping him from going crazy. The ball's bouncing is the only thing he has, and without out it, he would have nothing to do. Except to think. But, if he were to think, he would have only grown madder, angrier of why he was where he was. Why he was separated from his comrades, and stripped of what made him special. Without his ball, he would only think of what could have happened, and how he has failed, and how he needs to fix it. It's why he has the ball, to remind him of his life: mundane, repetitive, and in control.
The boy sitting on the ground sighs. He couldn't be more than seventeen. But the way the room was guarded made it seem like he was an adult who took control of a country. The room is damp, dark and cold. He doesn't know where he is, or how he got here. He only knows he wants to get out. But without his talents, he knows he can't. He will just stay in the room.
The teenage boy again sighs, catching his red, rubber ball. He throws it at the cement floor, where it bounces to the metal wall, before finishing its journey to his hand. He again throws it, watching it do as it did before. It gets boring, sitting here, the only thing to look forward to is breakfast in a few hours. Usually he would be sleeping, but he couldn't just get comfortable on his white brick he calls a mattress. Kind of obvious why, but it was just like his body wouldn't let him sleep.
The adolescent growled. He wouldn't even have to worry about that mattress, or losing his mind, or anything like that if it wasn't for them. They stopped his plans, and ruined everything he worked hard to get. They took him away from his home, from his family, and stuck him in a guarded cell in the middle of nowhere. There is nothing more he would want to do them get out of here and show each of them a piece of his mind.
He still can't believe he trusted them. He thought they were his allies, his friends. He listened to them, trained under them, trusted them with his life, and look where it got him. In the center of boredom, west of depression.
The teenage male growls in anger, like a cat who lost the mouse he wanted to make dinner. He had been such a fool. He thought that his abilities could be used for the "greater good". He was thought to believe that humans were creatures of equal standing to his kind, and they had to protect them. Boy, what a mistake they had made. Humans weren't their equals, they were their enemies. Sure, at the moment, they cheer for his kind, calling them heroes and idols. But, he knows what can happen. All it takes is one mistake, and all the good they've done, all they worked for, was forgotten, and they were treated like criminals again.
That's why they had to be contained. So that his kind couldn't be contained first. The boy chuckles a dark chuckle, almost finding the irony of the situation funny. But, his brothers and sisters are still out there, having the wool pulled over their eyes from them. He needs to free them, to get them on his side, like his father once did.
Granted, he knows the only way they worked for them was because he controlled their minds, sending his thoughts into their heads, doing what he wanted them to do, no questions asked. He doesn't remember being under control. Heck, he can't remember anything before 8 months ago. If he tried to think of before that, he feels like he got punched in the face. To be fair, he probably had been though.
He wants control, but not in that way. He wants to be their leader, allow them to want to join his side, to feel the pain he felt. He wants them to have their free will, and to have it on his side. But, at the moment they were blindly loyal to those fools, those fiends, those…those…
"AAUGHHH!" Sebastian throws his ball with a mighty force to the door keeping him in, but all that happens is that the ball comes back to him, hitting him in the forehead in the process.
He hears the clomping of heavy shoes moving toward him. The slot in the door opens up, where now he can see a pair of dark, brown eyes. "Hey, keep it down! Don't make me get in there and quiet you myself!" The slot slams shut, leaving a fuming Sebastian glaring at the door. Just another human, doing what he knows they will eventually do to all of bionic kind.
He needs to escape, to let them know how to really protect them, to take them away from their jailors. His brothers and sisters can only learn if the Davenports aren't with them. Sighing, he picks up the ball, proceeding to again chucking it at the wall, this time with extra power behind his throws. Sebastian knows it will take a miracle to get out of here, the question is if it will happen?
Suddenly, he hears muffled shouting from outside. Getting up, he cautiously walks to the door, pressing his ear up to the frigid metal. Though barely audible, he can make out what is being said. "Hey, you can't be down here! This is a restricted area! How did you even get down here! Whatever, I'm warning you know, leave! It is my first and final warning!" Although he can't hear the soft noise, he knows the guard just turned his safety off his gun.
"Didn't you hear me? Get lost! I'll count to three, and if you're not gone, I'm opening fire! One…two…three…hey, what are you doing?" His voice has gone down a few octaves. "How are you doing that? No, please, stop! MAYDAY! MAYDAY!" That's the last thing Sebastian hears before all is quiet. He waits a few seconds, slowly backing away from the door. All of a sudden, a huge dent appears in the metal work keeping him captive. With two more punches, the door falls down, spreading a small bit of dust around the fallen area.
Coughing, Sebastian waves his hands, clearing away the dust. When he opened his eyes, he saw a teenage girl walk in. She was pretty, with tan skin and ebony hair. She wore a tank top and cargo pants with a leather jacket, all of it entirely black. While not the most fashionable attire, it sure beat his white shirt and pants.
Smirking, the mysterious girl finally spoke. "S-3, how are you doing?"
Sebastian raises his eyebrow, confused on how this girl knows his former name. "I don't go by S-3 anyone more. It's Sebastian."
Raising an amused eyebrow, the teenaged girl said. "Sebastian, huh? Better than the others' names." Puzzled about what she just said, he was about to ask when he saw two very familiar faces walk in.
"Tank? Lexi?" Behind the girl walk in two of his siblings. They were his allies, who tried to help Sebastian try to defeat the Davenport's and take control of the island. But, they ultimately met the same fate as him. They were his only siblings that understood his vision of a bionic paradise. While Lexi was a short, slender girl being no older than fifteen, Tank was a block of muscle with a head, towering over the other three in the room.
Rushing over to greet his soldiers, he suddenly released that this girl had broken them out. The question was how? Turning toward her, he asks her very calmly. "Who are you? And why are you helping us?"
Putting on another smirk, she speaks. "You can call me S-1." The bionic teen raises his eyebrows in surprise. He never know there was a 1. On the island, 3 is the first number, 1 and 2 never having been seen. He thought they might have perished along with his father, but apparently one of them was still alive. "I was sent to break you out of this prison. S-18 and S-32, or as you know them as Lexi and Tank, have helped me knock out a considerable amount of guards. But, more are probably on their way, so we must get a move on if we want to escape."
Raising an eyebrow, he asked another question. "Who sent you?"
"My leader, Mr. Krane." There was some shocking news. Sebastian had to lean against his brother for support for a minute after learning of this news. His father was alive? How was that even possible? About to ask more questions on the situation, he was stopped as S-1 put her hand up to silence him. "There will be time to answer your questions eventually. But we are in a time sensitive situation at the moment, so I suggest we must be going. Or instead, do you like being a prisoner?" she finishes in a sickly sweet voice.
Sebastian smirks, nodding his head. He understands that they need to leave, so they can put off his questions for the moment. Heading into the hallway, the group turn to their breaker to see what to do next. "Everyone grab a hold. We are going to have to geo-leap. Once we get back to the base, Mr. Krane can re-engineer your chips."
They all nod their heads, grabbing hold of their sister. But before they can escape, they hear a primitive yell from their right. Turning, they see a lone officer running towards them, gun at the ready. While Sebastian knows his sister can easily get them away in time, or defeat him for that matter in one punch, he steps in front of them. Using all his might, he hums his ball at the guard's feet, making him trip and fall to the ground, temporarily stopping him. He again grabs hold of his sister, leaving his prison, and his rubber ball.
But he doesn't need it anymore. And he won't again. Because from now on, he is in control.
