Tragic Hero
Disclaimer: If I owned this I would've moved on to their teen selves by now. Damn they'd probably have grandkids. So no it's not mine.
Chapter Author: Death's Soulmate.
Faces
Numbuh 5 climbed in through her bedroom window still talking to Numbuh 1 on her special walkie-talkie.
"Yes Numbuh 1," Numbuh 5 agreed, "of course Numbuh 5's gonna be…"
Numbuh 5 stopped upon seeing an occupant in her bedroom.
"Numbuh 1," Numbuh 5 said shakily.
The other person grinned waiting to hear her waver.
"Abby's gotta get some shuteye," Numbuh 5 said then hung up.
The person occupying her bed frowned.
"Come to spank me?" Numbuh 5 asked Count Spankalot, her cold determined face showing that she would go down fighting.
Count Spankalot immediately a snorted. His face showing that he wasn't even worthy to be spat on his eyes.
"No," Count Spankalot responded and the tall vampire stood to his full height, "I have a message."
"Sector V aint interested in your message," Numbuh 5 said darkly.
"Shut up," Count Spankalot snapped and took a dangerous step forward.
A frightened Numbuh 5 took a frightened step back.
"I have a message Abby," Count Spankalot said calmly, "and you will deliver it," he told her threateningly.
Abby gulped. She had a Splankler (one of the 2x4 weapons, and yes it's in the actual show) in her backpack. But knew better than to actually use it.
The look on Count Spankalot's face told her that he wouldn't just hurt her. He'd kill her.
Meanwhile at a park a little girl ran through the area panting heavily. She was the only member of her family who suffered from insomnia. So when there was a pattering of feet in her house she was able to hear it despite how soft it was. What she discovered at 1 a.m. in the morning were her brother and sisters being grabbed by a machine that had white gloved arms, a cabinet underneath those arms where her brother and sisters were flung into and wheels that made it move around.
Horrified she stood there frozen. And that's when one of the human kidnappers saw her.
"Get her!" a teen ordered.
"Run Stephanie!" her older brother by three years Ron Hoppy shouted.
And that's when Stephanie took off.
Now in the park she ran sobbing as she pumped her seven-year old legs as fast she could in her white nightgown.
Just then something zoomed right in front of her.
Stephanie cried out and fell back on her butt.
Whatever knocked her over came back and stood over her.
A girl with light blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, creamy white skin, and barefoot stood in front of her.
Stephanie incoherently whimpered.
The girl standing in front of her looked exactly like her. Right down to the nightgown she had gotten on her seventh birthday.
Suddenly the girl's eyes glowed red.
Stephanie screamed.
Mr. Boss walked up to the convenience store that hadn't paid him in a week. Extortion was one of the many ways he earned his money. Actually it was the main way he earned his money. Now armed with a new fighter Reggie Monster, he felt ready to collect.
But he wasn't.
"Hey!" Mr. Boss shouted as he entered the lonely store since it was 9pm, "Mr. Salazar, come out here!"
There were careful footsteps and soon a middle-aged man stepped into view from a backroom.
In his hand was a shotgun.
Mr. Boss laughed.
"Do you really think you and that gun can stop me?" Mr. Boss asked as he laughed.
Suddenly there was running heard outside the door. Soon Mr. Boss could hear a fight and gunshots. He paled.
"Your re-enforcements are through," Mr. Gerald Gonzalez the aging shop owner said hatefully his face etched in complete resentment of the man who bribed and frightened him and his family for years.
Then he fired the shotgun. Mr. Boss's face etched in the fright and horror of someone facing his final hour. Or in his case second.
But then he felt someone push him out of the way. The fighter he'd hired the teen sprint boxer Reggie Monster, had pushed him out of the way. Unfortunately Reggie couldn't escape the shot from the shotgun. The stringy teen flew several feet back and slammed into a section for vegetables.
A shocked Mr. Gonzalez dropped his shotgun. He had meant to kill Mr. Boss, not a kid who was probably forced to serve him.
The injured Reggie got up with eyes blazing. This was his first time working as a fighter outside a ring and now he was shot and dying.
The raven haired teen ran at the shop owner and punched so hard that his head got stuck in the ceiling. After a few spastic twitches the shop owner's body went still. Blood dripped from it and made a puddle on the shop floor.
Reggie vomited blood. His Caucasian skin getting pale.
Mr. Boss could hear shouts as re-enforcements arrived. He was saved.
"I can see why you always used D," Reggie said with small chuckle as the little life left in him slipped away.
In less than a minute Reggie was dead. His face lying sideways in his lap, grey eyes staring into nothing.
I have to get D back, Mr. Boss decided.
A blonde six-year old sobbed softly as he bandaged his broken arm. At least he tried to.
A blonde nine-year old boy dug his hand into the throat of his opponent and pulled out his windpipe. His demonic looking face showing why he earned the nickname D. He was death itself.
A red haired girl walks up to D's cage. He knew he had a match with a popular opponent in two days. He knows the guy is big and his own boss had a lot going on him winning.
But why was his boss's daughter here.
"Hey!" the girl shouted.
D only stared forward.
The girl's face went red as her hair. She was truly Mr. Boss's daughter. Hated being ignored by underlings.
"I Francine Fullbright am talking to you!" Francine screamed, "you will address me!"
D's lifeless looking eyes got focused. Now alive he looked at her.
"What?" D asked.
"You always act like you're in a trance," Francine said scornfully, "I know you can talk," she spat, "you can barely read, but you can talk."
D groaned. Francine wasn't going to leave him alone now.
"I want you to promise me something," Francine said suddenly.
D was surprised. Why would Francine care about anything he said?
But when he looked in her eyes, he saw genuine worry.
"Promise you'll always be faithful to my father," Francine said her voice almost cracked, "promise you won't let harm come to him."
D's eyes darkened. He never liked Mr. Boss.
"He's my dad," Francine said desperately, "D, please."
D actually leaned back. Francine was scaring him.
Then he had flashbacks of his own family. The family that sold him to Mr. Boss.
No one could've been worse or more deceitful in his eyes. No one.
"Okay," D agreed.
The usually cold and demeaning Francine did something most surprising. She stretched into the cage and hugged him with one hand. Most didn't even dare to touch him!
"Thank you," Francine said gratefully.
Just then there were footsteps.
By the time Mr. Boss came into the room Francine was making her usual fun of him and even threw a few paper balls.
D just stared forward with his usual empty blue eyes.
"D!" a voice shouted bringing D back to reality.
No one ever made an effort to talk to him besides that kid called Numbuh 1. This was a female voice.
D slowly turned around on his cot.
Someone had slid back the small window in the metal door that kept him locked inside. Most of the time it was locked.
Looking at him was the face and eyes of a black girl.
"I have a message," the girl said, "is it safe for me to come in?"
D just stared at her coldly.
After a few minutes the door was heard opening. D tensed. He didn't know this girl.
Numbuh 5 stepped in and closed the door behind her. Her face resembled that of someone who had just crossed death. Crossed it badly.
"Um," Numbuh 5 said, "I have a um, Count told me to give this to you," she said and flung a letter on his lap.
D looked at the letter then at Numbuh 5.
After a few minutes Numbuh 5 walked forward and reached for it.
God the kid can't even open an envelope, Numbuh 5 thought.
Suddenly D's face contorted and he grabbed the envelope.
A frightened Numbuh 5 stepped back to the door. If D attacked she had no defences. It was bad enough that she had snuck in to see him at all.
D glared at Numbuh 5's fearful face. Then he remembered something Numbuh 1 said.
"5," D said still grasping his letter.
"Huh?" Numbuh 5 said.
D glared at her.
It took a moment for Numbuh 5 to process what D was saying.
She immediately felt like an idiot.
"Heh," Numbuh 5 said, "Numbuh 5 was frightened by you for a moment," she said sheepishly, "I missed what you said."
"He said you were smart," D said as he opened his letter, "and," he continued, "I'm not dumb," he added.
"Numbuh 5 never…" Numbuh 5 started.
D held up the now empty envelope like it was damning evidence.
"Oh," Numbuh 5 said realizing what he meant, "I guess you can open it."
D let out a low growl then proceeded to read the letter.
Dear D,
Congratulations on your win, KILL U died nine hours after your match up and I will tell you one thing. I miss him. I wish in some ways that I never got close him.
But then I never would've learned the biggest lesson about this life in the kid's death fighting matches. That it is wrong. When I dropped all my fighters but KILL U six moths ago, people thought I was nuts. But I just wanted to keep KILL U fighting 'til his eighteenth birthday. Then I'd decline sending him to adult death fighting and let him go. Now that will never happen.
I'm sending you this with sadness and yes some bitterness in my heart. Don't go back to death fighting. No matter how much in the smallest way the life of fighting appeals to you. Create a life for yourself, make friends, do the things KILL U never got a chance to.
I wish you the best and hope Mr. Boss never finds you.
Best Wishes
Count Spankalot
After trying to read it unsuccessfully three times. He beckoned Numbuh 5 over who read it with ease.
D also looked at a photo from the envelope. It was of KILL U and Count Spankalot at a pizza joint. Both holding a slice of pizza with broad smiles on their faces.
After looking at this picture deeply. D's face darkened.
Caring owners get dead fighters.
D flung away the picture. Then he proceeded to tear the letter to pieces.
"KILL U died 'cause he was weak," D said in a shaky voice, "I live 'cause boss is strong."
A confused Numbuh 5 could only stare.
"Get out," D said suddenly and turned his back to her.
Numbuh 5 was crestfallen.
Just when I thought he had opened up, Numbuh 5 thought.
"I hope you can be happy someday," Numbuh 5 said honestly, "like Count Spankalot hopes," she said and turned to leave, "and me too," she added and left.
D turned around as she closed the door. Sad eyes met his as the door closed.
D turned his and lay on his cot.
Numbuh 5's sad face haunted him for the rest of the day.
Kuki looked at the clock and sighed. It was 4 pm.
I better go talk to her, Kuki decided.
"Mushi?" Kuki asked as she looked for her sister.
Mushi had been acting weird lately. Kuki hoped to help her.
But when she reached Mushi's room she heard another voice.
Thinking King Sandy had snuck in to see her sister again, an angry Kuki readied to kick the door in.
"I'll get Kuki tonight," a voice said raspily, "then I'll get into Sector V," it concluded.
Kuki leaned in and listened.
By the time the conversation was over Kuki was almost in tears.
My sister's been kidnapped and my replacement's talking to her robotic clone? Kuki thought, robots are so mean!
Oh, and I better go to headquarters, Kuki mentally added.
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