This Is The End
Chapter Two: The Odd Psychopath
Comments: I'm starting to love this fic! I may even change to writing C6 fanfics instead!
José paced in his study, the portrait of his gloomily hanging over him. Several mutants stood guard at the doors. Worthless beings, he muttered.
Ah, the plan to capture Cybersix was going well. Von Reichter had specifically given him instructions to leave her alive-not dead, was how he took it. And he planned to make her struggling, captive breaths all the more painful.
A malicious grin that had no place on his childish body spread across his face. His father had sped up the feeding cycles of all former Cybers-and that meant Data 7, formerly Cyber 29, as well. Ohhh, was José going to have a ballgame!
WHAT NOW? he snapped as a mutant ran from his post.
The portrait behind him crackled to life, and José turned around, shaking as always.
Von Reichter's emotionless eyes scanned the room. How is the plan proceeding, José?
Excellently, Father. The time has been manipulated inside Cybersix AND Data 7.
The evil face in the picture frame smiled. Soon, we will make insignificant this....threat to my plans. Keep me informed, José.
Yes, Father. Of course, Father. The picture returned to its normal state, and José collapsed into his chair.
Lucas looked at Cybersix. Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? I mean, I'm not exactly a hummingbird-
Sounds to me like you're scared.
He looked down over the edge of his balcony. I was not made to fly.
Neither was I. She smiled at him.
You know what I meant.
Oh, you'll get used to it.
If I get sick-
I'm dropping you.
I'm JOKING!
They laughed, though Lucas was nervous and shaky. Where exactly are we going?
Cybersix scanned the dark skyline of Meridiana. To find Brandon.
Wait, and you need me to help find Data 7?
No. I need you for the part that comes after.
At least you need me.
Cybersix, eyes wide, took a deep breath. She wasn't ready, she didn't mean it that way....and she was still frightened of her emotions. No, no, no. Lucas, I didn't mean-
I know, he replied quietly. Can we just get this over with?
She shook her head and put an arm around his waist. If you choke me-
You're dropping me. I know.
As long as we're clear. Cybersix leaped from his balcony, and although the sight was beautiful, the apex of her jump was not what it would've been without Lucas. Ugh. How many chili cheeseburgers did you eat?
None. Just keep jumping; I'm closing my eyes. How do you DO this every night?
Cybersix didn't answer, just kept up her aerial travel, searching for the entrance to the sewers where her brother, Data 7, prowled.
Data 7 wasn't happy. He had lost track of a sewer rat, and that was supposed to be his dinner. he mumbled, turning back for his sleeping room.
Voices surprised him at the end of the tunnel. A manhole had been lifted, and two figures had dropped in. One was shaky, and he couldn't QUITE place the scent... but the other-oh yes!
He leaped for his sister, licking her cheeks once or twice before settling down. If Cybersix needed him badly enough to bring along a friend, then it wasn't a laughing matter. She was worried about something.
He growled, low in his throat, trying to make her understand.. What is it?
Thankfully, Cybersix realized his question. Brandon...Our feeding cycles are speeding up-can you feel it?
Feel.... Panthers didn't feel. Except...yes, there was that annoying pinch in his stomach, aching for more than tough, stringy, sewer rat. Yes, but what?
We need sustenance, little brother.
I am NOT little!
Easy. I know we don't have much time. That's why I need you to come with me. I don't like the place we're going and you won't either, but you'll get over it.
Not what I meant. And NO I WON'T!
The strange friend spoke up from the shadows. So why am I coming along? Suppose I don't get over it?
You're going to have to, Lucas-
Lucas!
-because you need to make a diversion while I corner....
Yesssss?
Never mind. Just the odd psychopath.
Sis! Data 7 angrily chomped down on Cybersix's cape. Grrr, rrrowl! WHO?
Let GO, Brandon! You'll know soon enough!
Data 7 released his grip on his sister. You'd better not get me killed. I'm hungry.
Von Reichter sat at his control panels, eyeing his laboratory. Several tanks of sustenance-some held experimental life forms, others held Fixed Ideas just beginning to develop. Some, like the one he was contemplating, were ready for to hold a new organism-or to reformat an old one.
He smiled at the two glass chambers at the back. Made by several layers of the very thickest engineered glass, they would surely hold back the two renegade Cybers. And beyond that, they would most assuredly cause the two significant pain.
Oh yes...revenge WOULD be sweet.
Revenge....the dessert of the psychotic.
OOC: OOOOH! YES! This is SOOOOO short but I LOVE IT! I LOOOOOVE IT!