This Is The End
Chapter 3: Escape Is Hopeless
I am working very hard on this fic AND another one! And ANOTHER BIG THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS ME ON THEIR FAVORITES LIST! I'm sorry I haven't updated mine, but...Ptah, I think? Ptah something-Your Dr. Anthony Zacharias fic had me SQUIRMING! I LOVED IT, it was so well written-although you lost me when you started going on about scientific stuff.... Oh well! Enjoy the third chapter!
Data 7 immediately sensed something wrong. Cybersix didn't like the area of town she was in, either, but it had to be done. Only her creator would know why she needed sustenance so badly. Only her creator could help her. Only Von Reichter.
Lucas wasn't quite sure of where they were headed, but as soon as he saw the evil genius' mansion, he was DEFINITELY sure he did NOT want to go there.
Don't chicken out on me, Lucas.
Data 7 was just as stubborn as his sister. No, Lucas could not abandon her.
And he wouldn't.
The trio landed on the very top of the mansion, Cybersix breathing heavily. She needed another vial of sustenance-she had just finished one this afternoon! Something was obviously wrong.
She needed to find Von Reichter. Now.
The silent alarms went off, red light filling Von Reichter's evil lab. He'd anticipated this, and turned on a video screen. Yes, there were the two renegades-but who had his little Cybers brought along?
He ran a diagnostic, searching for any hints as to the stocky man's identity. he muttered, frustrated.
But not TOO frustrated. He watched the three figures move across his roof top...they were just in position, if only that man would move away....YES!
A diabolical finger pushed a bright red button, and maniacal eyes peered over an exceedingly large nose, watching Cybersix and Data 7 disappear, simply swallowed up by his roof. he said coldly, ordering a gang of Fixed Ideas to stop the unknown man from helping his newfound friends.
Any minute now, those two Cybers would fall right into the glass tubes, just especially for them...just especially for them.
Cybersix had been ready for just about anything Von Reichter would throw at her. Ready to fight off the Fixed Ideas and get Lucas someplace where he could be of use-only now, HE was the one left alone on the rooftop..unguarded..alone...vulnerable STOP IT! Lucas could take care of himself. She had to believe that.
The inside of the cylindric tunnel was slick as oil. Desperately, she pressed her hands and feet against the insides, trying to pressure her way to a stop. The only thing that happened was a searing pain as the friction nearly rubbed her hands to shreds. DATA 7! she called out wildly, unable to see in the darkness. No....where WAS he?
She felt trapped, imprisoned and lost...Cybersix closed her eyes and opened them in a green mist. What....oh no. She was looking out past a glass wall of somesort, hanging weightlessly in a vat of sustenance...the exact way she had seen the world when she first opened her eyes. This is insane! He's toying with me. Electricity seemed to surge through her body, jolting her awake-
Awake. She opened her eyes blearily, a bright white light shining into her face, illuminating her surroundings. A glass tank...empty...but still a tank. A prison.
He's trying to take me back! She pounded against the glass walls, but as always, they remained steady. Hitting them with all her strength only took her breath away and hurt her hands.
A metallic sounding roar echoed through the air, and she whipped her head to the left. There was Data 7, leaping at the sides of his tank, froth at his mouth, yellow eyes blazing with hatred and fury.
Brandon, STOP! she yelled. He'd only hurt himself, and she didn't want to face her creator alone.... She didn't think she could.
Lucas, meanwhile, on the roof, had been surrounded by Fixed Ideas. He had tried to approach the place where Cybersix and Data 7 had disappeared, but had been stopped roughly before reaching it. Sure, he'd thrown a few good punches. Landed a few mutants on their backs-disappearing in puffs of green smoke, leaving vials of sustenance. Lucas had tried to grab them, but they had been lost among the heavily shoed feet of the Fixed Ideas, and so had he-they had knocked him out.
Now, he sat in a barred cage of blue electricity. Touching the bars proved to be quite painful, as he had found out the hard way. There was nothing to see, just the walls around and in front of him.
Where was Cybersix? Was she anywhere near him? And Data 7, had he escaped?
José bounced with glee, cackling in his sniveling way. It worked, it worked! Father, can we speak with them?
Von Reichter watched his creations, eyeing them through oversized glasses. I think....yes, Jose, I think that time has come.
The clone-turned-child grinned and turned to the speakerphones-to be defeated by the height of the control panel. He turned angrily to the Fixed Idea which had been designated as his servant. Don't just STAND there, you worthless mutant! LIFT ME UP!
I SAID LIFT ME UP!
José's command finally reached the mutant's ears, and he proceeded to lift his boy-master to a proper height.
You worthless piece of genetic waste....
Cybersix's eyes had adjusted to the brightness of her cell by now, but she still couldn't make out anything past a few feet in front of her. Somehow, her hat had been lost in the fall downwards, and without it, she could neither see nor hear with as much accuracy.
I've become dependent on that hat, she berated herself, and here I am, stuck in a situation where I actually NEED it.
She stood up, knowing exactly who was speaking to her.
It's too bad we had to use such CRUDE methods to get you back, Cybersix!
Quit the act, José! she yelled through the white fog. You know what I want!
Oh yes, yes I do! Don't worry, he answered sarcastically, You'll get everything you want-and MORE. The last thing she heard from him was a sardonic cackle-then something, somewhere, hummed to life.
Data 7 growled.....