"Why" a voice asked

Syrus woke up groggily. He felt a dig in his side. He sprang up. His eyes adjusting to the light he found himself in a steel square room. As his eyes adjusted he saw Masque. "Where is she?" Syrus barked.

"In due time" Masque said. Syrus grew furious instantly and charged at Masque. Suddenly he felt a pressure around his neck. He fell over, his momentum halted. He noticed he had collar around his neck. His hands where cuffed behind his back and he was chained to the wall. the entire room was metal. All he had on was a pair of shorts. He felt a dig to the face. "I adopted you I brought you up I gave you home!" Masque yelled "but no you insist on being difficult. Breaking out, hurting my staff, breaking my arm!" he gritted his teeth "Why!"

Syrus growled. "You aren't an animal!" Masque shouted "you are my son"

"You are a warden. This is a prison not a home! To be human is to be weak!"

"No it isn't! Have you ever seen an animal come close to the progress we have made!"

"Have you ever seen an animal commit such heinous acts as to kidnap children to fight. To cause the white fang. To lock away half the species on an island! Humanity is a terrible status!" Masque knew he would not settle that debate

"Why do you influence your sister like this? More and more she rebels."

"Influence? We are a team until the end, she leads me!" he was snarling.

"Well let's see how you faire when you can't save her!"

Out of a speaker in the corner of the room. Cries of pain. From a familiar voice. Trinity's voice! Syrus began to scream in anguish. He ran at Masque pulling on his chains snarling shouting and screaming. "Trinity I will not fail you! I will never let them hurt you!"

"It is too late for that"

"Never!" tears streamed down his face. He knelt down. He felt for his pump. Taken.

"Looks like you can't blink as much as you want anymore! I gave you that gift a method to mask your one weakness. And now it is gone and your semblance is weak!"

"Your gift! You ripped away the sweet release of sleep! You forced us to be perpetually awake until the end of days. Our mental deterioration being the one reason to let us rest"

Syrus screamed once more. He fell to his knees and began to shake. He couldn't blink the shackles where too tight. Blinking would take the room with him. Without his pump he could hardly blink two people let alone a room. knowing this, he tried anyway.

The room shook. The walls cracking and twisting. It shifted about a centimetre.

"No you'll die!" Masque cried out

"Trinity I'm coming"

"Shut it down! Shut it down!" the room moved more and more. Syrus wavering between consciousness and fainting. Fuelled by adrenaline alone. He screamed to try and keep himself in the realms of conciousness . The room began to vibrate. The room blinked about a centimetre again. It vibrated more violently. The walls turned red. His shackles became red hot. The pain was intense. The room blinked again. His eyes rolled back in his head. Focusing all of his strength on blinking. Blocking out sensation of pain

"Stop!" Masque screamed "Please son!"

The room blinked once more. His shackles melted and he broke free molten metal trailing down his back. He screamed once more in pain. The pain functioned as some kind of smelling salt fully waking him up. His back blistering as the metal sheeted him. He charged at Masque. Fumbling for some variety of incapacitation device he was punched in the head. He fell to the floor. Syrus took the general's pistol from the holster on his leg. He grabbed him by his suit. And pulled him to his feet. Syrus held the gun to the general's head.

"Let me out!"

The door swung open and solders sprinted into the room holding rifles. "I will kill this man right now!" Syrus screamed "bring me to Trinity!"

"It was a…" the general tried to say. A soldier pulled out a knife and charged at Syrus. The knife went dep into his side. Syrus let out a loud scream. He turned to the soldier. A glare in his eyes. He threw masque to the floor. He shot the solder in each foot. He fell to the floor. Crippled and crying in pain. Syrus pulled the knife out of his side. Blood splattered across the floor. His large open wound streamed blood down his leg. He knelt down to the man on the floor. "Well maybe in the next world you'll know not to stab me!" Syrus growled. He slowly pushed the knife into the man's sternum. He screamed in pain. As the blade made it all of the way in he began to drag the knife up his body. Causing a large deep gash to from across the man's chest. Blood poured out of his mouth.

Syrus dropped the knife and picked up Masque holding the gun back to his head. "Bring me to Trinity!" Syrus was hysterical.

"Let the boy go" masque commanded. The soldiers put their weapons down and put their hands up. More sacred of Syrus than heeding the general's orders. Syrus charged out of the room still holding the general. He threw him to the ground again "where is she!" he screamed.

"In your quarters" he stammered seeming scared for the first time. Syrus grabbed him and pulled him off sprinting for his room. Barging through doors. Screaming, shouting, turning left turning right. Causing people to panic when he ran past. He finally reached his corridor. He broke into a sprint and found his room. He banged Masque into the door. Causing a dent in the door. He began to swing the man at the door over and over. Blow after blow swing after swing the door bent more and more. Masque began to bleed even more. The door came down and he threw him into the room. Trinity hopped off of her bed terrified to see the bloodied pulp of Masque fly into the room.

Syrus dived into the room. "What happened to you?" Trinity gasped seeing the state in which Syrus was in. his neck and hands burnt. His skin red and blistered. Molten metal trailing down his back. His entire body drenched in the blood of himself and his victims. "Y-you're okay" Syrus panted "masque said you were being tortured. I-I heard you" he collapsed passing out.

Trinity put her hands over her mouth mortified. She ran and grabbed one of Syrus' 'shirts' out of the pile of torn rags she found a loose sleeve she rapped it around his knife wound stemming the blood flow.

Masque began to push himself to his feet. Cleaning the blood off of his face. His white suit had been made red. He began to limp out of the room in the search of an infirmary.

"You!" Trinity screamed. The general turned around. "You did this! You tortured my brother!" the general began to limp faster. She blinked in front of him. She looked furious. Worse than ever before. She clenched her fists. The general turned around and began to try and sprint away. She blinked in front of him again. Punching him in the stomach.

He reeled. She grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and began to blink down the corridor. Punching him and throwing him into walls. The walls of the corridor had cracks all down them. She continually hit him over and over. Giving him the beating of a life time. Smacking him into walls doors and floors. She was not content on stopping. Tears streamed down her face. All thought clouded with blind rage.

"Stop!" She heard a voice yell. The sound of high heels could be heard clacking down the hallway as fast as they could. Trinity Dropped Masque. Sam was sprinting for her. "What are you doing?" Sam shouted.

"He tortured my brother! He broke him! He almost died! He is in my room covered in blood and metal! He was trying to kill him!"

"But are you any better?" Sam pointed at Masque, a bloody pulp on the floor. Barely distinguishable as having once been a person. His body broken. His limbs twisted. His face bloodied, shattered bones sticking though his skin. Trinity had a moment of clarity. She had realised what she had just did.

"F-Father. Why! I did this it's all my fault"

"Calm down Trinity remember a good tactician always keeps a level head" Trinity threw her hands around Sam.

"What have I done!" she sobbed


"Get an aura healer in here now!"

"Scalpel!"

"Where is that IV?"

"Life support now!"

BANG!

"Masquerade operative 2 what are you doing outside of your cell"

"Syrus!"

"Please return to you cell"

"I am going to stay by my brother's side"

"Secur"

"You call security and you will have unnecessary deaths on your hands. I will murder all of them one by one. Countless families left without a father, son, brother with only you to blame. So stand down and fix my brother!"

"I-I understand"


Syrus woke up. Lying on a white bed hooked up to all manner of machines. The walls where all white. He was in an infirmary. He looked around. A man had his hand on Syrus' shoulder. One leg crossed over the other he was reading some variety of book like the ones Trinity reads. "What ya reading" Syrus rasped realising his throat was in pain.

The man jumped letting go of Syrus and dropping his book. Syrus felt his lung collapse. He let out a loud gasp to try and accommodate for the air loss. "Oh sorry" the man said apologetically putting his hand back on his shoulder. Syrus' lung re-inflated. The man was an aura healer. He could use his aura to encourage accelerated healing in others however he needed to be in contact with the patient.

Syrus felt his body repairing itself. Slowly. But working. One of Syrus' eyes wasn't working. Blinded in one eye. He turned to the man and pointed at his eye.

"Deflated" the man said "get some rest you haven't healed yet." Syrus shook his head "more questions I see." Syrus pointed at the clock. "How long have you been out?" Syrus nodded content on not speaking. "About a week." Syrus had noticed a sheet of metal unevenly cast into the shape of a spine propped up against the wall. He pointed at the strange model. "Oh that?" the man looked at him "well that was the fashion statement you were wearing last week" Syrus looked confused "when you broke out your chains melted across your back correct? Well your aura took most of the heat but it still manged to break though and cast onto your back we had a team of five trying to separate that from your back." He held his hands into the shape of a T. "Tea?" he shook his head "do you want the time?" he shook his head more. He pointed at himself "oh your sister" the man said. Syrus nodded. "She breaks out on the daily to check on you." Syrus smiled and fell back asleep.

Hours later there was a loud bang that ripped him from his peaceful slumber. He woke up. Stood in the doorway was a short female figure. "Syrus!" she cheered. It was Trinity. She threw her hands around him. "You're okay!" Syrus lifted his arms to hug her back. Too weak to do so he slumped back down.

Trinity got off of him and he lifted up 3 fingers. "Three days you got it!"


Life had gone back to normal. Trinity was sat on the floor reading one of her books. Syrus was sat up on the bed running his fingers through her hair. "I missed this" Trinity said

"Same here" he replied. "Don't get a haircut"

"You got it"

The door opened and in walked general Masque. "Trinity get back!" Syrus shouted having noticed the general first. Trinity looked up and saw the general. She scrambled to her feet and dived behind Syrus. Syrus fumbled for his pump. Gone

"Here" Masque said throwing a pump across the room to Syrus. Seeing as the general was not posing a threat, Syrus sat down on the bed. Masque fully entered the room. To Syrus' surprise he saw that the general was on crutches. A patch on his left eye and an aura healer holding his arm. "I just want to talk" he said. Syrus intentionally tried to avoid eye contact with the general as he came closer. He refused to look at his face instead looking at a wall.

The general took a knee and looked up to Syrus, still refusing to look at his face. "P-please, son. I-I want to say sorry" Syrus turned back surprised. There was a bruise slowly re-emerging on the general's face. His healer had let go. The rumours were right. The staff where scared of Syrus. "What I did was wrong. I manipulated you. I hurt you. I scared you and it was wrong." Syrus suddenly payed much more attention. "I-I'm sorry. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Syrus was perplexed. Torn between his hatred for the man in the easily-kickable position and this sudden fatherly compassion. He looked behind him over to trinity as if to ask what to do.

"It is hard. Very hard to forgive you for what you have done. Maybe with time"

The general nodded and stood back "I think it is about time you learn about your father. Your real father." The twins, shocked, shuffled forward. ever since they had been here they had heard nothing at al about their parents. "He worked for us here at this very complex. When on a trip to Vacuo to do some experimentation on dust. He met someone. You're mother"

"What did she look like?" Trinity chimed

"She uh had Syrus' hair green eyes. She was short like the two of you and she uh was happy all of the time."

"Wow!"

"Back on topic. The two of them were married and they had twins. The two of you. The first pair of siblings born with the same semblance. Your parents where to have you trained in Vacuo so they could keep you close. But… there was a Grimm attack. Your parents were killed but the two of you survived. You two where orphaned at a young age. I couldn't let that happen. I adopted you and put you into training. You excelled beyond everyone's expectations I have never been more proud of anything in my life." The general cleared his throat "you two have clearly proved your worth. Your first mission is next week."

Syrus and Trinity where shocked. All of their training was finally going to go towards something. Trinity was ecstatic she hugged Syrus.

"It is finally here" she squealed


Author's Note: Will there ever be a chapter when Syrus doesn't attack someone? Thank you so much for reading this far! As per usual leave a Review if you want. if you have any questions shoot me a PM and i will reply a long as it doesn't reveal too much about the plot. See you Monday!