Chapter 4

Okay, I decided to do a small chapter using some of Seven's POV.

I awoke lying on a cold, metal, surface. I looked around the room surveying my position. I appeared to be in a lab of some sort, like a crash lab at Providence, only silver, not the drab white. Images of Van Kliess tearing his needles though my flesh appeared in my mind. I shivered at the thought and reached up to feel the gash on my face. Surprisingly my skin was soft, and my fingers moved over the incision, feeling the scab over it, as it began to heal. I moved my shirt off my shoulder, seeing it in the same condition. I predicted my stomach and thigh were doing fine. I pushed myself onto the balls of my feet, nearly collapsing on myself. I gritted my teeth and forced my legs to work. Eventually, they followed my commands and I stumbled forward like a baby horse trying to stand.

After a few minutes of working my limbs, I walked over to the wall and placed my hand on the wall. Almost instantly, I was stung with the bite of a million wasps, and was thrust backwards in pain. I looked down at my seared hand, I snickered from my own stupidity at my 2nd degree burns. Force field, I thought stupidly. I hushed my own thoughts listening for the constant hum. Sure enough, I apprehended the soothing buzz of the field. I looked down at my hands, as the burns revealed carmine pink undeveloped skin, and little specks of red began to appear across the scorched epidermis. I licked my thumb on my other hand, and massaged the saliva over the blood. I hissed as I fingered a tender spot, and I finished the chore. A massive slab of metal wall slid upwards, revealing a dark chamber. I stood cautiously and walked over to the cell. As one of my feet entered the shadows, and a deafening roar filled the small room as I looked into a face of something so ugly, only a chainsaw could love it. I held my ground and looked into the visage of a hideous monster.

I slapped the creature across the snout, leaving a bloody handprint. The EVO crawled out of the darkness, revealing a mix between a overgrown German Shepherd, and a rat. It's snakelike tongue fanned the air, and licked my blood off it's face. I let out a noise between a howl and a chuckle, obviously getting a taste for my blood, and liking it. I swore quietly under my breath and raised my voice, "Hey ugly! Want some of this?" I goaded and wiggled my eyebrows. I hissed and leaned back on it's haunches preparing to pounce forwards.

"Right here!" I yelled again, and it leapt at me, the EVO getting a blow to the face with my balled fist, it flipped through the air and hit the force filed wall. A smokey, meaty, burnt smell filled the air and some of it's gray fur turned to ashes, singed. It growled and launched towards me, only to be deflected my my precise kicks and punches.

After a while, a small bead of sweat dribbled down my chin, and I mustered my remaining mana, into an energy attack. The wolf-rat was 20 feet away, and panting. I kneeled on one knee and held my hands to gather in a meditative position and inhaled heavily. Blue sparks of energy swirled around me, as I focused my remaining chi into a razor sharp pinpoint. The EVO rose to his hind legs and made his last stand charging at me full speed, roaring ferociously. I closed my eyes and exhaled.

Rex's POV

My stomach growled in hunger, tearing at my insides like a entrapped EVO in the Hole. The first edible thing I had gotten was a stale loaf of bread and liter of water. I had broken the bread over my knee and stuffed it down my throat. It was so dry that I gulped down the water in five seconds flat. I then realized the bread had been drugged when my eyelids slowly drooped closed and then glued shut for the rest of the day. Six has always told me, when I'm so tired and finally fall asleep, my brain will start hallucinating about our loved ones. I finally knew how Seven felt during her night terrors. There were images of Seven, Six, Bobo, Holiday, Noah, anyone I could imagine, slowly being murdered. I woke up in cold sweats, or screaming for someone to save me.

I spent hours thinking about the masked boy that had spoken to me and asked me questions about Providence. He seemed so wise for his age, so intelligent, but kinder than any other member of the Pack. I had a feeling Van Kliess was trying to get me to think about these things, and my options. He was probably trying to convince me to join him. But the thing I thought about most was by far, Seven. What was Van Kliess telling her, or trying to get her to believe, was he torturing her, or was he being kind to her, hoping to gain her trust. Hell, I loved her so much. If that ass did anything to harm her, I swear I'm going to rip his head off and leave him to bleed to death.

My thoughts were interrupted by a hiss of static and a screen appeared, revealing the face of a devil. "Van Kliess." I snarled.

"Good morning Rex. Liking the living quarters? I designed it myself you know." The man titled his head, and chuckled. You call these living quarters?! Fucking creepy asshole, I thought.

"What the hell do you want from us?" I snapped standing angrily.

"You say it like there's two of you."

"Hell yeah. Where's Seven?" I glared.

"You mean my sweet daughter Corra. She's enjoying the pets."

"Seven isn't your daughter, freak."

"Hm, it's not very kind to insult people Rex. She's much more my daughter than your lover."

I felt my face go hot and turn red, "W-we're not together. W-W-What makes you think that? S-Seven's my friend."

Van Kliess crossed his arms and smiled evilly, "Well, you've made it sound like you two are each others beloved. Young love is so complicated."

I blushed harder, my face burning, "Would you stop saying that. We're not each others beloved, or lovers, or dating, or partners for that fact."

"Ohhhh, poor you. Poor, unfortunate, Rex. In love with a girl who has no interest in you whatsoever. Your life must be the toughest." Van Kliess teased, quoting me.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed angrily.

Van Kliess laughed wickedly making a chill run down my spine, "If I were you, I wouldn't talk to your captor that way if you knew what I'm capable of doing. Let me say, your little crush could be involved."

"You lay a a mere finger on her, and I will stop at nothing to destroy your life." I hissed.

"But that's not how this works, is it. You should behave well, and no one gets hurt."

Van Kliess, you bastard, I swear-" I began only to be cut off.

"Before you can go any further, I'd like to supply you with some, entertainment." The man paused before saying the final phrase.

"What do you mean entertainment?" I sneered, bring to sound horrible as himself.

"I call this the, shall we say-" Van Kliess passed again and let a smile grow across his face like a creeper before finishing, "-Girlfriend channel."

Static appeared on the screen and a new image flashed upon the glass, I instantly recognized the disheveled girl on the monitor. "SEVEN!" I desperately bawled, probably making me lose my voice for a week.

She stood in the center of a room, scratches on her bare arms, black tank top ripped, a scar forming on her cheek, her shoulder, and her black jeans were gashed open by her thigh, but not bleeding. On the other side of the room a menacing looking EVO that was a cross between a rat and a german shepherd stood. The nanite symbols on her arms flashed angrily, but she had her same gentle skin glow. Her hair was messily tangled and eyes glaring with discomfort, and she looked pissed off. That image flickered away and replaced my the same wicked man.

"So touching, you fancy her. Don't you deny it."

"But I-...She...," I whimpered out weakly, if Bobo or Six knew I would be teased relentlessly. Van Kliess would never let me live this down. And what I would do if he told her about my obsession over her.

"Oh don't worry, she can't hear or see you, so I would give it a rest. She's very occupied with my little pet." Van Kliess smirked and clucked his tongue.

I flinched angrily bring not to show my worry, anger, or any of my emotions regarding Seven. I felt so weak, drained, upset, I hate feeling that way. It's that feeling you get before you get sick, you know something bad was going to happen but you can't stop it from coming on. That helpless feeling. I closed my mouth an silenced my thoughts, not wanting Van Kiless to use anything more against me. I hung my head, not wanting to look him in the eye.

"Teenagers can be so, responsive, after a touch of discipline. I'm satisfied you have come to your senses Rex. I'll let you enjoy the rest of the fight featuring my daughter." Van Kliess let the screen go static before revealing Seven again.

I looked up at her on the screen as she kneeled and glowed intensely. The wolf charged at her, and she released a massive volt of electricity. The EVO dropped dead from the energy and Seven's legs gave out and she laid herself down on the floor. A trap door opened up underneath the carcass and it fell down into another chamber. I sighed and leaned back against the wall.

Which name for a nanite do you like better, Sirius or Discombobulate. Please, I really really really really want your opinion. KK! Thanks for reading. And don't forget to review! BYE!