Realized I never told you the ages of my OCS and reptools. Waldo, I see as a father-figure, but younger than thirty, so I'd say he'd be around twenty-seven. Whiplash is twenty-one, Anya is obviously the same age as Click-Clack, they're seventeen. Kenya and Ace are sixteen, they're four months apart and are one year older than Revvit and Sara, who are fifteen. And Kasey is eight years old. Click-Clack is the eldest of the teens, while Revvit is the youngest of the teens, since Sara was born before him.
/Kenya's P.O.V/
It's been two weeks since Click-Clack's diagnosis, but it's not going as I pictured. He's taking his chemotherapy, yes. However, his paranoia isn't helping. Doctor Divebomb put him off his medication for he anxiety, he's had one panic attack. Revvit told me, even though Click-Clack told him not to tell anybody. Anya obviously knows, being his twin in all. My thought is why would he take them off? He needs those to not go insane.
"Hey!" Revvit exclaimed, sitting next to me on one of the shelves. "What are you doing up here all by yourself?" He questioned, and I sighed.
"I'm worried about Click-Clack, if he's had one panic attack thanks to going off his meds, he's bound to have another one, right?" I asked, and he sighed.
"That is true. Mom filled me in on his condition when it came to his anxiety and cancer. Because of the type of cancer that he has and the medicine he takes for his anxiety, it cancels out for the healing medication to work. That doesn't make it any easier for him though." Revvit explained and I nodded in understanding, but not looking at him.
"Hey." He put his clamp under my chin, turning my head so I would look at him. "Click-Clack is strong. He'll survive this. That, I promise." He comforted me, and I hummed. "Come on. Show me that Kenya smile." He joked, and I opened my mouth, but not smiling. "Close enough, let's go."
"How's your mom doing?" I asked, and he sighed.
"Dad hasn't come to visit, which is fine by her. She's been happier ever since he left." He admitted, and I caught his attitude.
"You have as well, hmm?" I asked, and he sighed.
"You know that he's not the nicest, but you don't know what he did to me. If Click-Clack's parents, my Dad and your mom ever teamed up, we'd be in some real trouble." He explained to me. I watched his body language. I know that Sara had received some mental and emotional abuse, but Revvit seemed to have signs of physical and verbal abuse.
"Did he ever hit you?" I stammered to ask that question. Revvit and I are very close, but I still question if I ask something right or wrong.
"Yes. And Mom knew that. That's why other reptools blame me for my Dad leaving." He admitted, and I nodded. I reason I became a medic was to help those in needs. Physically, and emotionally.
"You're not alone." I told him, and he smiled. He knew it. He has Click-Clack and Ace, who both suffered from child abuse, Click-Clack's was more violent than Ace's was, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that their here.
"I know. You know why?" He asked, and I shook my head. "Because I got tools like you that keep me going." I chuckled lightly and nudged him.
"Come on. We've gotta get to the ravine to get those parts." I told him, and he scoffed.
"I was the one who got you off your lazy butt!" He exclaimed, and I growled playfully.
"Well, I'm not lazy any more, am I?" I asked, and pounced on him, which caused both of us to fall into the hole that leads to the ravine. "That was accidental." I chuckled as Revvit helped me up.
"Why, it's the cripple and the freak. Isn't it nice seeing y'all here. Not." Whiplash 'joked'. Hint my sarcasm. I groaned, motioning for Revvit and I to carry on, but Revvit didn't get by without a glare. I heard Whiplash whistle. "Hey baby, lets get goin' in a few years." Revvit and I stopped dead in our tracks. What. Did. He. Just. Do?
"What did you say to her?!" Revvit growled, getting in his face. When someone messes with Revvit, he doesn't care. On the other clamp, if someone messes with me, a war is about to start.
"What? She's hot." He commented as if it was obvious I rolled my eyes.
"She is sixteen years old and you are twenty-one. That's five years in-between. Get your own girlfriend your own age and lay of my cousin and our friends." He growled and walked towards me again.
"Can't do that if you keep growlin' at me to lay off. Oh, right. That's your father in you." He called down the ravine and Revvit stopped dead in his tracks. Again.
"Never compare me to my father ever again. If you do, you'll be leaving this ravine without a clamp, do you understand?" He asked, dead-serious and he scoffed.
"Whatever. Do your own damn thing." He grouched, walking away.
"What a creep." I commented and Revvit agreed. I can't stand that tool. And if I don't like someone and the feelings mutual with Revvit, then you know it's serious.
"Come on, let's get those parts and get out of here." Revvit exclaimed, jumping in front of me.
"Fine, fine." I laughed it off, following my cousin. "Race you!"
"Kenya!" He yelled, running after me. I didn't make it far, I ended up falling into Aunt Lillia's place, into a bowl of parts. Whoops. I had a bowl on my head. I heard yelling, I thought that it was Aunt Lillia, telling me to be more careful. I was way off. Uncle Charlie is back. "You okay? Oh." Revvit gasped at the sight. Uncle Charlie and Aunt Lillia were fighting heavily. Uncle Charlie noticed us.
"Revvit." He growled, walking over to us. Aunt Lillia tried to stop him. "Come here, son."
"Charlie! He's only a child!" Aunt Lillia pleaded, but she went unnoticed.
"Revvit, look at me." He ordered, Revvit looked at him with a glance that showed that he didn't trust him. "You see that, Lillia. See how our own son looks at me. HE DOESN'T RESPECT ME! JUST LIKE YOU DON'T!" He screamed at her.
"It's not respect if it isn't trust." He told his father, which cause him to look over.
"What was that, son? You don't trust me?" He asked and Revvit didn't look at him. Before I knew it, Uncle Charlie smacked him! "LISTEN TO ME, SON!" He screamed, causing Revvit to sink back in fear. I've only seen him like this a few times. Rolladons and when we were little.
"You're not my father." Revvit stood up to face him and he shook his head.
"Where's you sister?" Uncle Charlie asked an Revvit scoffed.
"Like I'd tell you. We just came here to get some parts." Revvit told him and he shook his head.
"FOR WHAT?! YOUR BUILDS?! YOUR STUPID BUILDS THAT NOBODY GIVES A FLYING SCRAPTER ABOUT?!" He screamed, but Revvit stood his ground.
"We've made many accomplishments. What have you made?" Revvit asked and he smirked.
"Disappointments such as yourself." Uncle Charlie stated and Revvit looked down.
"Kenya, can you help me gather the parts?" Revvit asked and I nodded, quickly grabbing a bowl that was previously on my head and putting bits and things into it in a rush. Revvit helped me carry it out, but not before saying one more thing.
"I'm glad that I have a family who loves me. Besides Mom, Sara and Kenya, I really don't see a family. I wish that you weren't my father." He told his father and I nodded in approval. Sometimes hurtful things are the right things to say to tools that have hurt you.
"Bye Aunt Lillia." I whispered and quickly ran off with Revvit. I can't believe that he's back. It wasn't inevitable, why would he be back? It's been three months since they divorced and there's no way that they're back together. So why would he be here?
Late that night, I didn't except this to happen, but it did.
/Revvit's P.O.V/
"Your Dad's back? B-B-B-But didn't he leave?" Click-Clack questioned, and I sighed.
"I don't know, but we need to be careful. So, Waldo and I decided that nobody is to go to the Ravine unless they're with somebody else. Understood?" I asked, and he nodded, as did the others.
"Why would you father be back now? Of all times?" Ty asked, and I shook my head.
"I don't really know. And I don't really care. All I know is that I never want to see him ever again." I told him, and Ty and the others understood. Abuse has the most powerful ways of convincing tools to stay away from the ravine. Suddenly, I heard a loud knock on the garage wall.
"Who would be here at this time of night?" Waldo questioned, as we both went to see who it was. "Quarrel? Nightlight?" Quarrel and Nightlight were nighttime police, they dealt with the worst of the worst. What were they doing here? They lowered their heads. Okay, now I'm scared.
"Revvit? Is your sister and cousin here?" Nightlight asked, she was more of a nicer cop that Quarrel was, he liked to get down and dirty and take enemies down the tougher way.
"Uh, Sara! Kenya! Come here!" I called out and they were there in a second.
"What's happening?" Kenya asked.
"Is something going on?" Sara questioned, and Quarrel sighed, sadly. If he's sad, then something is very, very wrong.
"Twins, Kenya. We have some very bad news." Quarrel began, and my heart dropped. What's going on?
"We had heard a bloody scream come from your mother's home. When we got there, we were too late." Nightlight told us, and I shook my head. This isn't happening.
"Meaning?" Sara asked, and Quarrel put a clamp on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, kids. Your mother is dead." Quarrel finished, and I held my breath. No. No! This can't be happening! I just saw her! "A Forensic Pathologist has confirmed that it was not accidental nor suicide. She had been murdered." Murdered? That makes it worse. This isn't possible. I closed my eyes, hoping that it would all go away.
I heard Waldo politely thank them for telling us, with a slight voice-crack, something that I never hear from Waldo. I felt someone wrap their arms around me. I opened my eyes. It was Click-Clack. He had tears in his eyes. He was rubbing my back, telling me that we would get through this. There were two thoughts on my mind. How would we get through this and who killed my mom?