**Disclaimer: I do not own Zankyou no Terror or any of the characters in the anime. The title of the story is a lyric from the song "Von" by Yoko Kanno.**

AN: Hi all it's been awhile! I decided to upload what I have here I felt inspired. Pretty busy in college and worried about the coronavirus. My school may be shut down soon. I live in the US and they are shutting down colleges where I live to prevent the spread. If school is put online I will have more time to write fanfiction. Here is what I have so far and I plan to complete this chapter soon! Thanks for reading (:

Í Eilífri Hring (In an Eternal Circle)

Chapter VIII: Yellow Six


Twelve eyes the taser. Once a symbol of his control. His fear. His anguish. His horror at the hands of his sadistic handlers. He no longer felt fear. Now a symbol of his sacrifice he is about to make for Lisa. He knew he would have to do this. To save Lisa he would sacrifice everything. There is hope. She may be low on blood, but he would just give his own blood to her. He had done plently of data sampling on her beforehand. As a precaution. Who knew that now he would be able to save her because of it? The results of his sleuthing around on her genetics and background yielded the result that she has an O positive blood type. She would be able to take a blood tranfusion from him. O positive can take other O positive blood types or O negative blood types. Twelve has an O negative blood type.

Perhaps there is a God after all. Twelve picks up the taser. He places it to his head and pulls the trigger. Twelve cries out in pain, the searing shocks doing something to his mind that his body wasn't quite yet ready to follow. The colors, rising, falling over him like some kind of bloody rainbow of reds, blues and greens.

"You're back again?"

The black spots are in his eyes again. Twelve wants to scratch them out to make them go away. But he knows it would make his eyes bleed again. And they didn't like when he tried to hurt his eyes. It was the only thing they wanted from him. His way of seeing things unseen. He didn't just see things that didn't exist he can also manipulate it. He was the only one that survived the Theta programming. Psychic programming... telekineses and telepathy.

"Twelve?" The voice asks again. It's a boy by the name of Six. Six had black hair, dark eyes and a bright smile. Twelve wished he could be as sunny as him. Back in these days, Twelve was full of gloom. He was severely depressed. Six would often try to pull Tweve out of his despair. Nine was not around as much these days. He was in love with a girl named Five. But she had problems that Nine knew he couldn't fix. That didn't stop him from loving her anyway. Twelve really liked Six. His colors relaxed him. It was a soft shade of yellow. It was warming and soothing. And it kept the blackness at bay. There was always so much black on the doctors. Black on the nurses. Black that seemed to be coming from Five at times. A lot of the kids that were dying also had black on them. Twelve didn't know what to think of it it or what it meant. He only knew that it hurt to look at. It hurt to feel. He had orders to follow. Specifically, to torture Six. He didn't want to do it. But if he didn't then he would die. He wonders how they could even kill him when he was already dead inside?

"Hey, Six." Twelve waves at him with a calm exterior. He never smiled in these days. Only Nine did, but it was always directed at Five. Twelve gets closer to six. "I have something to show you. A new trick that I learned."

Six eye's light up like they always did when he was excited. The yellow even flitting around him excitedly. "Really can you show me?" Twelve could feel his stomach sour. He opens his mouth to speak. "Yeah, just follow me."

After it was over, Twelve leaned over and vomited bile. Six's body lay dead below him. There was blood on Six's stomach that trailed down from his mouth. He hadn't meant to kill him, but he hadn't expected Six to bite his own tongue. He recalled Six's final moments.