Confrontation III
"You son of a bitch."
He cringes, "Five…"
"Shut up!" she screams, shoving him. She begins beating his chest, her small fists barely able to make him budge. He stays as still as a statue, and allows her to continue her assault until she tires herself out. She steps back, and her cheeks are wet with angry tears. "I thought you were my friend." She chokes, eyes flashing dangerously. Six is taken aback by the sheer ferocity on her face. In that moment, he realizes just how blind he had been. He had always thought of her like the rain. Good, gentle, unassuming. Something that you needed but to survive but never really thought of as important. Sweet little Five, always being taken for granted. She was not going to be ignored anymore.
"We were supposed to be a family."
Even though he knows he shouldn't, he snorts. "We're criminals, Five! Murderers! Our memories being erased doesn't change that! I had to something, before history repeated itself! We were never a family-" he spits the word like a curse. "We were a nightmare!"
That was the wrong thing to say.
Six was a foot taller, and at least a hundred pounds heavier than she was, but he had also lost all desire to continue existing. Five was tiny, but she had pure, unadulterated rage and months of training with a samurai warrior on her side. Suddenly, faster than he could blink, the gun was thrown from his grip and he hit the ground as she barrelled into him full force. She's hitting him again, but harder this time, enough to hurt. "Your nightmare, my dream!" she shouts over the sound of knuckles cracking overtop flesh. Crash, crash, crash. He was nothing more than a tree caught in her hurricane. His bones bent and cracked like branches underneath her winds.
"This team is all I have! It's all I've ever had, and you want to take…it…away!" each word is emphasized by another punch. She pauses for a moment, breathing heavily. "Why won't you fight me back? Get up, you coward! Get up!"
He just stares blankly at her. "I don't want to fight anymore, Five."
Her lip trembles, and then she just…deflates. Her shoulders curl over, and from her mouth comes an awful sound, one that is half-laughter and half a sob. She continues like that, giggling and crying, until the door swings open and in comes Four. Apparently five minutes had gone by. He takes one look at the scene before him; Six a bloodied mess on the floor, Five in hysterics, and materializes by the girl's side. He places a hand on her shoulder.
"Little Warrior," his voice takes on a soft quality that Six had never heard before. "Do not waste your tears on him. He has made his choice, and he will pay the consequences." She looks up. A silent conversation passes between the two of them. "Two has successfully acquired a ship. She is waiting for us, along with One, Three and the Android. She is alive, but we have to go now." He helps her to her feet, and drapes an arm around her protectively. She glances back at Six, hesitating, but then seems to make up her mind.
Six can pinpoint the exact moment when she decides to abandon him. She walks out the door, Four at her side. She doesn't look back, and she doesn't say goodbye. She leaves him laying there in the hallway, surrounded by the darkness and the dead. He closes his eyes, and wishes he could drown himself in their blood.