Title: His mission

After The BRAIN is destroyed, the world begins to settle once more, everything heals and life begins to grow. One of the fallen gets a second chance to revive what was lost in battle. But can he succeed?

I Still Own Nothing!

_-_-_Part 11: Possessed _-_-_

5 swallowed hard as he stared to the cold soul holding him over the cliff. He tried to think of how he got himself into this mess. He was coming to find 8 so that he could heal him, well he found him alright, but not in any way that he would have expected. 5 knew something must be controlling 8, something stronger then his will, as he knew the eighth would likely fight off anything less. He looked past him, trying to see if 3 and 4 were safe but his attention was brought back to 8 as he felt the others grip loosen.

"8...S-stop" He cried out, trying to break through to the other, but it seemed the more he tried to bring the other out of the cloud surrounding him the deeper he got.

He began to look below him for any means of escape. There were pieces of metal and broken machines lodged in the hard rock and compacted mud on the side of the canyon, but all were too far from where he was hanging for him to have the hope of grabbing hold. Looking to his captor he tried to call out for 3 and 4, anything to warn them. The call was light, barely a whisper, but he had to try, even if he thought it wouldn't work.

Suddenly 8's expression changed and his optics shown lighter then the bloodshot red they were moments before.

'Where?'

5 looked at him; he heard the call for the twins through whatever held his control. He knew that was a good sign and stuttered a bit in response to the others question. "Over t-there…"

8's optics then flashed until they were once again deep red. 5 cringed and looked away, knowing what ever sanity the other found was gone once again. Thought now that he looked at 8 he saw that the others expression looked pained. Suddenly the other groaned loudly and the color of the others optics began to change between pail white and red. 8 was fighting the force controlling him.

'6.' He heard 8 grunt as the glow became lighter and lighter.

5 could tell the other was almost snapped out of whatever control was held over him. Shaking against the others grip he looked and tried to get through to the other before he changed back again. "Safe! He's safe!"

The large soul once again began to spasm as his hands began to tighten and loosen around the rough burlap on 5's chest. 5 was suddenly pulled to the cliff, and he felt a nervous smile cross his lips as he thought he was going to be let off on solid ground. Suddenly the younger stopped and the movements became hard and rough as he was swung over the cliff once more. 8 let go and 5 began to fall before the grip tightened and he was being held once again.

Sudden movement from a few yards behind the brute, 5 saw movement. Gasping he saw the twins scrambling around on piles of rubble, unaware of the looming danger close by. Now that he looked 5 could see it clearly from where he was, but he knew the two older stitchpunks could not.

Another large beast was lurking on a large dead tree. This one was mostly composed of pipes and plates of metal. It closely resembled the spider beast in form but only had four legs and feet, and also they seemed to have large adhesive attachments on those feet, almost like a kind of reptile. 5 concentrated and looked as far as he could, trying to see as much of the machine as his optic would allow.

It had 8's body tightly in its clutches, Wires and gears were pouring out of gaping holes and open wounds on his body. Each connecting to the beast over various places, each seeming to bind and spark every time 8 moved his soul, then it hit 5. This beast was the one controlling 8, this was the reason for the soul's madness.

He knew he had to think quickly. He knew now that he had to not only get out of this mess, but protect 3 and 4, which he considered more important than finding a way to prevent himself from falling off the cliff. He could see that the beast had its eyes fixed on the twins and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He yelled at the top of his voice box for 3 and 4 to run. That was when they noticed him where he was, as did the machine.

They both looked at 5, complete fear covering their expressions as they shot off towards him. Suddenly, the beast jumped from the dead branches the force causing the tree to fall over and land in the dirt, dust and old ash rising around the beast as it landed directly in front of them both, cutting them off as it let out a high-pitched screech.

8 suddenly let go of 5, but this time he wouldn't grab him again as 5 fell down into the canyon. He tried to grab onto the walls, but ended up scraping against all the shards of glass and metal, tearing the majority of material off of his right arm as he held it up to try and grab hold of anything he could.

He was able to snag his hand on something as his body jerked against the wall, the force of his sudden stop causing him to smash the left side of his body into it. He screamed as the arm that had grabbed the piece of metal cracked and his shoulder separated from his arm, falling limp. He frantically grabbed for the wall with his left arm.

His entire figure shaking as he held on for dear life. He already died once, he couldn't die; not again. He had to protect the others, but he couldn't feel the right side of his body. He groaned and cried out, his voice echoing off the sides of the canyon all the way to the river. From above he could hear the sounds of the machine, screeching and hissing, the sounds of its metal body running over broken bones, dead trees and debris.

He tried to swing to another piece of metal sticking out, he had hoped that maybe he could have grabbed hold and could climb out of the canyon but 5 knew that wasn't going to happen. There was only one way he was going, and it wouldn't be to the ones who needed him. He choked as he tried to lift himself up, but only ended up putting more weight on the piece of metal he was holding onto and it shook as he sunk down on it more.

"2…2" he repeated to himself as he felt himself losing consciousness his left arm began to slip, he could hardly support his own weight anymore. 5 didn't know why he called for his mentor, he knew he couldn't hear him, there was no way. He began to think that the pain was making him delusional, and he knew it must have been true when he felt a looming cold come over him and his optic faded to black. His left arm lost its grip as he started to fall, but once again jerked as he stopped.

Groaning he opened his eye and looked to see where else he could have possibly snagged against the wall, but only found that he was looking up directly at the pale soul that was holding him tightly.

"2…" He said in his wounded state, His voice box cracking under the stress from hitting the side of the canyon.

The soul smiled to him sadly as it held him from falling. 5 choked out as he looked it his mentor, his lips quivering as he tried to make any sounds towards the other. 2 smiled and placed a finger over his lips to keep him from talking. 5 shook as he was held; a smile appeared through his pain. Reaching up with his good hand; he ran it over the side of the soul's face, which shut its eyes and leaned into it, smiling even though the hand passed through it slightly. 5 looked down sadly at this, but knew he was safe. He found 2, which was all that mattered now.

He couldn't keep himself awake any longer but now had the feeling of being content. He knew he was safe now, and he let his optic close tightly as his body became colder, and he finally slipped away from the world safe in his mentor's embrace.

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When 5 awoke, he was inside of some small cavern's opening. He could see outside and all the way to the other side of the canyon, which meant he was safe, at least for now.

"2?" He called out, his voice still crackling as it fell flat in the small space. His stitched brows knitted together as he looked around for the soul. He couldn't have imagined it, could he? No, that wasn't possible; if he imagined it then he would be at the bottom of the canyon floating dead in the large river, miles away.

He groaned and tried to get up to look for 2, only to feel a surge of electricity flow through his chest as he cringed and looked to the area that was causing the most pain.

Looking at his arm a small sound of discomfort left him as he saw the torn burlap around his disconnected arm that was hanging at his side, static was slowly bursting around the areas of exposed mechanics between the metal from the arm and the socket. Biting his lower lip he looked around the cavern for the cylinder. He spotted it propped against the side and he pulled himself towards it slowly.

Opening it he looked at all the things he had inside. He pulled out a large sewing needle, thread, a small portion of spare burlap material and electrical wire and set to work.

He extracted a pair of small scissors out of the cylinder and quickly cut off the spare material on his arm and his shoulder, it had frayed and he needed to remove the spare so he could get a clean stitch in. It stung; he had to close his eyes for hope for any relief from the overwhelming pain, and was surprised that he was able to do this task at all.

He was at the last clip when his arm tore through the material and completely dislocated, falling to his side. Crying out he dropped the scissors as they fell to the ground with a low thump and he grabbed his arm socket which was now sparking even more.

He could feel the cold metal of his hand begin to warm as the sparks began to heat it ever so slightly, and pulled it away before he damaged another vital part of him. Grabbing his fallen limb and held it between the side of the cavern and his body, it wouldn't be easy to reattach his arm but he knew he had to as best he could; this would have to be a quick fix. Every second that he was wherever on this earth he was, he became farther from helping 3 and 4, and resurrecting 8.

His mind would wonder as he began to connect his arm again. It was all he could do not to pass out again from pain; he would soon have to reconnect his arm to the socket and swallowed hard. He wished 2 was here now. The elder always knew how to make him feel better while he was in pain; the proof was in his eye, or the missing one to be precise. But he didn't have time to think, he had to do this now.

Groaning he closed his eyes and he forced his body sideways at the wall and a loud snap rang out through the silence followed by the sounds of 5 screaming. He had to pull his left hand away from his arm and force his mouth shut as he shook violently. His scream echoed off of the walls and into the canyon, reminding him of the pain long after his arm was attached.

He was sure if he could cry he would be by now, his body was shaking and his voice box was letting out small cracks and stutters, dry sobbing as static surged through it. He could feel his soul taking over the injured arm once again; it was an odd feeling, like he was slowly drowning. The soul spread down the arm and there was a sudden heat from the reattached limb which spread to the rest of his body and in an instant he felt hot, too hot. All of his inner workings were beginning to overheat.

He shook as he opened his chest up, the buttons weren't so easy with one hand but when he forced them open he quickly pulled open the flaps to let the cold air in. He knew how dangerous it was for any of the stitchpunks to overheat. He had already had this happen when he lost his eye. 1 had a fit when 2 said they needed to stay put until 5 had gained the ability to walk again, all because his mechanics had to overheat.

5 fell backwards, or more so, slid. He could hardly keep himself up anymore and the heat didn't help, as it made him lightheaded. He could feel his hands though, even the one that was recovering. They were both freezing. Gasping he took his left hand and grabbed a small plate of metal laying on the ground and slipped it into his opening, placing the cool metal over the parts that were overheating. A rush of cold overcame him as the gears inside stopped moving frantically, and even slowed to a near stop.

Grabbing his head he could feel himself losing consciousness again. The metal was helping to cool his insides and his arm was beginning to mend itself. He was slowly healing, but even as that was the case, he felt like he was dying. It was the same with his eye; he thought he was going to die, if not his eye then the fear of the others leaving him behind as a burden. He knew 2 would never let it happen…but 2 wasn't here now. He was on his own.

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Part 11 - t.b.c.

Sorry it took so long to write this, I've been so busy lately it's not even funny, I should be able to get the next one out on time.

Thank you so much to everyone who reads and reviews this story. I hope that these chapters are good, as I always worry about writing them right, I know I make some mistakes and I'm still trying to improve my writing so the story can become even better. Everyone who reviews makes me feel like a bubble! I'm so happy that you enjoy reading this and hope you come back to read the next part. It should be up on Sunday at the latest. Thank you so very much!!!