The Sibling Dilemma

Chapter 21

I am full ready to die after this chapter. Where do I send my apology letter? Also, to the guest known as Sam Spirit, I'm not entirely sure if I understood that review, but it feels like I should appreciate it? I'm also feeling sentimental, because I'm just an 18 year old British kid with no job that sits in their room all day and writes this stuff down. I can't actually believe that you all enjoy this so much.

(Vi)

I blinked a few times, trying to adjust my eyes to the low light that was surrounding me. Where the hell am I? Blinking a few more times, I started to take everything in. I can barely see anything. Focusing on the tables at the other end of the room, it looked like I was in my workshop. There's just a lack of my car and bike. As I tried to step forward, my arms didn't move an inch. As much as I hate to admit it, I started to get scared. My wrists are firmly locked to a metal frame. They didn't look that strong. I was even more freaked out when I noticed that the only clothing I had on were my jeans and boxers.

"6. It's good to see you again." Looking up to the entrance of the room, my blood started to boil. "It's been about 20 years." I started sputtering at him. This man, this is the man that made me kill those other kids.

"What the fuck do you want?!" I growled, leaning forward. I'm not going to try and break these cuffs yet. I know how to interrogate, and this idiot is going to give me everything. "Didn't you already to enough damage when I was a kid?!"

"Well, you see," He walked over to the tables and picked up something to examine. "A certain somebody removed you, 10, and 12 from our care." I wouldn't use the word 'care' to describe it. "Let's just say that he won't be bothering us anymore."

"Let me guess, you killed him." I think we used to call him the Doctor. That's kinda creepy now that I think of it. "Atleast you didn't make me do it this time." He chuckled and walked over to stand in front of me. "Don't touch me."

"Are you really going to try and stop me? You're trapped." He jumped back in fear when I threw my wrists forward and rattled the casings. "You don't want to test me, 6."

"And what can you do?" He narrowed his eyes. "Like you said, it's been 20 years. I'm 6'3" and ripped, thanks to your experimentation." He glanced up and down at me. I really need a shirt. "Do you really think that you, of all people can stop me? You're like 70 now."

"Are you wanting to test me?"

"Only if you want me to. I'm not the 6 year old kid from before." Doctor just turned away from me and walked back over to the tables. "Tell me, Doc. Like the tattoos?"

"I see you still kept your sense of humour." He grumbled. "Maybe we can finally get rid of that." I didn't see what he was putting together.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"You're still my soldier, 6. My best project. It's time to pick this back up." My stomach dropped. "With you at my side, nobody can stand against me."

"Do you really think that I'm fully willing to do this?" He turned around with a smile.

"It doesn't matter if you're willing or not. You still carry my brand on your face." My lips curled back into a snarl, and I started to pull my arms forward. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not going down without a fight!" one of the restraints started to crack. With a confident grin, Doctor pulled a remote out of his pocket and pressed a button. A couple hundred thousand volts started to tear through my skin, making my muscles spasm. That didn't exactly stop me. "I've had zaps worse than this from Jinx!" Almost roaring, I pulled my arm forward again, completely shattering the casing over my right wrist. The fear that set into his face when the other one started to crack was amazing.

"I... didn't realize you got so strong over the years." He whimpered, turning and running from the room with his tail between his legs. I snapped the other casing, stepping away from the still-buzzing machine. Ignoring the twitching was difficult, since I did have the fatal level of electricity used on me. He wasn't trying to kill me. I hope. Does he know what the hell I've been through since I got to Piltover? Not even a death sentence can take me down at this point.

"You messed with the wrong person, buddy." I grinned, looking myself over. I'm burned. Of course I'm burned. Second degree. Not much of a problem for me. If anybody else tried to go through this, they'd be dead.

"Tell me, 6." I flinched when the intercom buzzed to life. "Do you know how much of your life we have observed?"

"Too much, you creep." I growled, shuddering the rest of the electricity off and stepping through the door he left open. This looks like a really stereotypical horror movie setting. Dim lighting, rusty or dead equipment, and broken medical stuff. That's a good point. I took a few more steps towards a first aid box and clicked it open. Bingo! Bandages!

"It took us a few years, but we knew where you were." Rolling my eyes, I started to wrap the bandages around my chest. "Granted, the other 4 scientists were either jailed or killed, but I always indoctrinate people to do some work for me." What the fuck does indoctrinate mean? "Whilst they are people, they are not soldiers. They are not soldiers compared to you."

"I'm not even a soldier." I sighed, making sure that the bindings were secure. Using bandages for your chest is pretty dangerous, but it's the only real option I've got here. I guess some hand wraps wouldn't go amiss.

"That is where you're wrong." As I was wrapping my hands up like I use boxing tape, I glanced around and spotted one of the intercom speakers. I guess there are microphones everywhere. "You were engineered to be a soldier. You were always going to be a front-line fighter. 10 and 12 were going to be your backup." I rolled my eyes as I flexed my hands to test the tape. "You three were going to help me rule the world." Yeah, right. We weren't going to be his equals. As soon as he got to the top, we would just be his footstools.

"How about you let me the fuck go?" Balling my fists, I started to carefully take steps down the hallway, careful to not stub my toes or stand on anything that could cut me. Where would this guy be... "Maybe I won't break your entire ribcage if you do."

"How about you submit to me?" Something clicked in my head, and I ducked under a dart. Fucks sake, not again! The next one, I caught between my fingers. "That's not the right way to submit, 6."

"I know that!" I managed to dodge two more, but one sunk right between my shoulder blades. There's no way I can get that out. It's going to give me a bigger dose the longer it's in there. Shaking my head, I took off at a running pace, ducking around corners and under multiple obstacles. I managed to run for a good 10 minutes, and a panel was thrust in front of my face as I turned the corner, knocking me clean to the floor as I slammed into it. My vision swam as I blinked to try and see properly. I could feel blood running down my face, which was a given.

"Did you get her?" The overhead com blared again, and two figures entered my filed of view. "Take her back to room 4." Fuck everything.

This time, I shook my head to get myself awake. I may have gotten blood everywhere, though. My vision instantly focused on the doctor. I tested my restraints, and found that they were doubled up this time, I couldn't move my arms at all. And on top of that, there was one around my neck, and another over my stomach. Even my ankles were secure. I guess he's not taking any chances this time.

"Ah, you're awake." He turned away from the table with something in his hand. What is that? "Good. Now that you're with me, I can start improving you."

"I'm already a god." I grinned, testing my bonds again. A god should be able to escape from this madman. At least he didn't touch the bandages around my chest. He turned fully, and tested the machine in his hand. "No. Get the fuck away from me." What is he going to do with that blowtorch?!

"It's alright, 6." He grinned, picking up a slab of metal from the table and walking over with both. He shook the welding mask over his eyes and placed the metal over my heart. "You're going to become my favourite subject once more."

Sorry that this one is a bit shorter than the others, but I just wanted to power through it. Time for bed.