This Is The End
Chapter Five: Sometimes, When You Least Expect It...
Ohhhhh, man, I need a BREAK. Or some inspiration.
Lucas found himself in a lab-definetely one of those things Dr. Frankenstein would create. Cybersix wasn't yelling anymore, and he couldn't hear Data 7, either. Which left him practically blind as to where he was going. There were so many twists and turns to this place, he felt like a rat in a maze. So, where was the cheese?
The cold voice he'd heard earlier spoke up. That's enough. I hope you'll be better suited to listen in the morning-or it will be the worse for you.
Lucas stood still, listening for any other hints, but nothing came. Disgruntled, he sighed and continued his pursuit through the maze.
Cybersix lifted her head, but even that small motion caused her to shiver in pain. She wasn't ready to submit to her creator-to suffer in silence, yes, but not to give up everything she'd worked for. She glanced over at Data7, wheezing and whining in his own cell, and desperately, she smacked a hand against the glass wall holding her back from her brother.
I....wasn't crying for Von Reichter, she told herself, wiping her still-wet cheeks defiantly. I was crying for Brandon...I want to help him, but..well, look at us! We're wasting away... Deep inside, she didn't feel love at all. Just a hollow, empty place that needed to be filled by sustenance.
Von Reichter had left her just to the brink of starvation. She admired, if nothing else about him, his sense of logic. The pain she would receive during the night would force any other Cyber into submission.
But not me, she hissed through gritted teeth. I won't.
Data 7 lifted his head at his sister's voice and whined louder, with the edge of a growl. Sis?
She didn't reply, only looked at him with concern and sadness.
He whined again. This time, Cybersix looked away.
Data 7 lowered his head again. Oh fine, then, don't look at me. And don't be disappointed, either. What I did was perfectly honorable-and at least I saved my strength. At least I'M not tired out from fighting. And once I stopped struggling it got easier to take...oh shut up! I'm convincing myself, not her. I'm not a coward. I'm NOT. SHUT UP! Brandon growled inwardly and scratched at the glass. This is okay. I'll be quiet during torture, but I can still fight when it's over. Oh, I can still fight...and that little brat clone is mine...oh, if you'd heard what he wanted, sis...I'LL TEAR HIM TO BITS! (awww, sibling love)
José paced in his small study, angry with his angry with Cybersix-generally, just angry at the world.
CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?
And he took out his frustration on random mutants.
He should've let me. It's certainly not MY fault he created me the way he did, and besides, who cares? A vase crashed against the floor. I mean, SHE wouldn't know the difference. She's just an android.
An android who somehow, manages to shut down every operation you try to pull off.
José whirled around. Who said that? There was no one in the room, just a few vents and the open window.
I said it.
Who's
Your executioner.
José's eyes flew open as a vent flew out from the wall. A heavy thud rang in his ears, and his eyes snapped shut as he was left unconscious.
Lucas dropped the rock in his hand. Indoor heating systems. They go everywhere. He dodged behind the desk and dug through several papers, finally coming up with what he wanted. Ah hah...Schedule and blueprints. His eyes scanned the words and numbers, and he suddenly dropped the papers.
Holy ####. We've got to get out of here.