Property of the A.I
Disclaimer: Red vs. blue belongs to rooster teeth, not me.
Note: Don't read if you don't like people hurting caboose. I love caboose. Poor sweet caboose. I'm going to shut up now. Sorry for any spelling mistakes.
Chapter two: Claiming
"Hey Tucker! What's going on in the base! I thought I heard something!" Church marched into the base having been roused from his duties keeping watch by a strange cry.
"It was probably Caboose, he's been acting like that every time he falls asleep for awhile now," Tucker answered unconcerned. Frowning, Church stormed into the recruit's room; his mood lifted instantly when he saw the pain the rookie was in. The cadet had removed his helmet and armour to reveal his innocent young face twisted in terror. He tossed and turned repeatedly while whimpering pitifully.
"Caboose? Rookie? O'Malley? Whatever the hell you're calling yourself these days. Can you hear me? Wake up!" Church knelt down next to the blue private and shook him. The Spartan responded with a small moan but didn't wake up.
"P-p-p-please………………S-s-stop………..Chasing……M-m-me," the rookie cried out suddenly. Church felt a pang of sympathy in his chest. He placed a hand on caboose's forehead, but jerked away less than a second later.
"Jesus! He's burning up! Rookie! Wake up! Damnit! Tucker! Go find help!" the self appointed leader snapped.
"Church, the only other people in this canyon are our enemies and that medic who came yesterday," the teal armoured Spartan protested.
"WELL GO OVER THERE! AND GET THE FUCKING MEDIC BACK! Hang in there Caboose!"
In caboose's mind……
"Church?" Caboose panted against the side of the tunnel. Not only had he exhausted himself running but now he was hearing things. But he was sure he heard church shout his name. The young rookie had just kept running along all the twists and turns of the caves but now he was hopelessly lost deep in the tunnel been stalked by that other one.
After catching his breath Caboose stood up again and took deep calming breaths.
"It's okay. I'll be fine. He is not here. He has not found me. But I have to keep going." He reassured himself. However a mockingly chuckle and a pair of strong arms wrapping themselves around his waist shattered all his calming efforts.
"So. I'm not here hmm? What a mean thing to say," the A.I purred into the soldier's ear. Caboose shivered and barely had enough time to react before he was forcefully smashed against the tunnel wall. Pain shot through his entire body, he was only vaguely aware of Omega letting him slump to the floor. Instead Caboose just choked and tried to give his lungs more air.
The A.I chuckled again and gently lifted the helmet from Caboose's head and tossed it to one side. O'Malley placed a hand underneath Caboose's chin and sharply jerked the boy's head up to face him. The A.I blinked behind his visor in surprise.
"You look just like a pretty young girl," he mused. Caboose shuddered at the comment. It was true though, when he was a boy other kids had always teased him for his feminine face and wide round sapphire eyes. He was ashamed of his appearance. Omega saw his downcast eyes and tutted in fake sympathy.
"Awww. Poor little Michael. Don't worry. I think you look just fine," The computer program pulled Caboose into his chest and stroked his blonde spiky hair. "In fact you're perfect." He hissed. Caboose panicked at O'Malley's added comment and began to thrash around madly against his captor. Omega growled at his resistance, if the boy wanted a fight then a fight he shall get. With that thought in his head O'Malley pulled his arm back and slammed it straight into Caboose's unprotected face.
"Do not fight me Michael." The A.I spat at the blue rookie. Caboose was stunned into a few seconds submission; this pause was all O'Malley needed to step back and remove his own helmet. The Spartan stared at the face that was O'Malley. The A.I looked almost human if it weren't for those ruby red eyes and that sadistic smirk pasted over his (even though caboose hated to admit it) handsome features.
"W-w-what do you want from me?" Caboose asked in an attempt to be brave. He was rewarded with maniacal laughter for his question.
"What do I want? Ha ha ha. I want a lot of things Michael. I want world domination. I want to kill every last human being in the universe. I want revenge against those who tried to kill me including Tex. But to do that, I need a body Michael. Your Body. Unfortunately, you have no mind of which to take over because you lack any sort of intellect I have been so far unsuccessful. Therefore you leave me no choice. Don't worry, you might even enjoy it." The AI laughed again before leaning in to the young Spartan and capturing his lips in a bruising kiss.
Caboose's head was spinning; he didn't know how to react. Artificial intelligence was not program to have human emotions, and if they were it was very limited. O'Malley couldn't possibly love could he? No this was about love, it was about control. Control over his mind and body. The rookie felt the beginning of tears prick at his eyes, his situation was hopeless; his body and face were in pain from the blows O'Malley had delivered to him during the brief fight. Now he was in the AI's power with only one thought: 'Church, Please find me.'
Red base…..
"Damn, this sucks. Why have I got to be the one who goes and puts himself in danger all the time," Tucker mumbled to himself as he got closer to the red base. "I hope they don't fucking shoot at me again."
"Freeze blue!" said the Dutch-Irish voice of Simmons, who had seen Tucker approaching.
"Whoa, whoa, I'm not here to fight! I just want the Medic!" The teal private shouted back.
"Why should we give him back?! He's our hostage now! You gave him to us!" The orange soldier behind Simmons was the one shouting this time. His name was Gruff? Biff? Grid? Something like that. Tucker didn't care and didn't know.
"Listen reds! I just want to borrow the Medic for one of our guys! I'll bring him right back!" Tucker yelled, pleadingly.
"Suck it blue!" The red team's Sergeant, who had heard the commotion between his team and tucker roared back mockingly.
"Aw man. What am I going to do now?" Tucker whispered to himself.
Note: Plz read and review. Hopefully, the next Chapter will have a very Lemony scene between Caboose and Omega. What will Tucker do to get Doc back? Will the reds help as well? Why am I asking you all these questions? I'm the authoress and I should know. But I still need ideas. Post them in k?
