"Those who say revenge is sweet, have never gotten revenge." 0.0 well ok then on with Chapter 7. Getting good huh. Oh and p.s. Mandarin is the huge ugly version. In the future he gains another massive body but that's a different story entirely. On with Ch. 7

Ch 7

They arrived on the enormous fighting ship; Gibson walking obediently behind Mandarin and the team (still in the glass bubbles) were carried in by the hundreds of dark, mindless, soldiers. They arrived in a room deep below the bridge of the space ship, Mandarin snapped his fingers and the monkey team was placed rather harshly on five pedestals. The room, oddly enough, appeared to be made from stone; torches were hung in random places all throughout the room. Gibson gazed around him wearily and thought it all quite medieval, until his eyes fell on the pare of shackles on the far wall. He sighed and new where this was going, "Wonderful," he mumbled.

Mandarin laughed harshly at seeing Gibson's discomfort. He snapped his fingers again and two of the skeleton king's men appeared and grabbed Gibson on the forearm, "No need to be gentile," he said with pure delight at how dire Gibson's situation was. Gibson himself had realized this as soon as Mandarin had said his name. He glanced at his friends, who, all except for Antauri, had their faces pressed up against the glass. They were afraid of what Mandarin would do to Gibson if they tried to speak out.

All of this was killing Sprx. He knew it was his fault that any of this was happening in the first place. If he hadn't said that stuff to Gibson like an a hole he would be perfectly fine.

Otto winced as they locked Gibson into the medieval shackles. He knew it had to be painful for him; hanging there. His feet barely even touched the ground. This was all his fault; if he hadn't thrown the ball into the lab then there wouldn't have been an explosion. Then Sprx and Gibson wouldn't have fought and he never would have left. If only Gibson hadn't left, he thought sadly.

Nova sat down in frustration; she had already tried to break the glass bubble, or at least rolled it off the pedestal, but no matter how hard she punched it the stubborn ball wouldn't move. He sighed and crossed her arms, gazing at the now dangling Gibson.

Suddenly Mandarin punched Gibson squarely in the face. He felt his nose break and blood gushing but refused to show any type of pain to his captor. The team was on their feet now fists clenched and teeth grinding. It was infuriating how useless they all felt. Antauri fought for control as his science officer was pummeled right in front of him. It was just like then. Only this time he could do nothing to help his friend.

Mandarin laughed viciously as he continued to beat him. A punch to the gut, a smack to the face, Gibson however kept his gaze steeled and showed no emotion. Mandarin was getting frustrated by the lack of emotion on the monkey's face. So he decided to add some harsh words, "You know you were always the most pathetic," he said as he ground his fist into Gibson's gut, still no reaction from the blue monkey. Mandarin raised his voice, "Your disgusting," a punch to the side of the head, "Useless, worthless filth," he said screaming into his face. He ended his rage by kicking Gibson in the crotch. The monkey flinched and slumped over as far as the chains would allow. Satisfied at the show Mandarin smiled and laughing he left the blue monkey to suffer in the pain in his new wounds.

Nova's eyes watered as she gazed at Gibson; bloody broken Gibson. "Oh Gibson," she said so softly not even she could hear.

Sprx clenched his fists in rage. "I'm going to get you out of there! Do you hear me Gibson? I swear it," Gibson only heard muffled yelling in his one good ear. He looked to Sprx strait in the eye. Sprx stiffened visibly. Gibson gazed at him for a moment and smiled. Then everything was consume by the darkness.