Chapter 3 Paulie Want A Cracker?
****"Hidee ho! I have finally seen some Gundam Wing. Hiro's voice is so sexy(swoon!)! I know I don't have the things right, but I'll work in why it's all messed up some day. Just enjoy the plot. If something bothers you way to much, tell me at highpowerhyperlets@yahoo.com. I know I should be nicer to Paulie, but what fun is that? :P (hehehe)"AWM****
"Faruto Venya Yuy, get up." The mean woman, who had broken into their house many days before, Zola, told Peter. He got up off the cot he had spent most of his time on. He was in a cell containing a toilet, sink, bed, and cobwebs. He had been asked questions and more questions. He had no idea what was happening. "Come on, your parents are waiting to take you home." A brief flash of his comfortable wooden house flashed in his mind, it was replaced with reality. He knew his home would never be seen again.
He was taken to a hall. His parents stood there, but they weren't his dad and mom. He could feel the coldness of the place coming from them. He did nothing to show his joy at leaving the cell, he just let the woman remove his cuffs and walked over to his parents. He followed them away, not touching either of them. He suddenly wondered if going with them would be any better. They took him down so many halls he was lost. Then they entered a door off of a hall. It was an apartment. It was nice, almost like home minus the pictures and memories. Suddenly he found himself squashed between his parents.
"I'm so glad we got you back." His father sounded very sad. His mother kissed him, then laughed. "Hiro, I think we've put him into shock! Peter, you are alright, aren't you?"
"Yah, you just were so different...You scared me." He smiled and hugged them back.
"It has to be that way. Beyond these walls, we are other people. It isn't like that for you, you aren't military." His dad told him.
"Where's Paulie?"
"Oh, he is still in the hospital. I saw him. He told me to tell you, you're a brat." Hiro smiled.
"When is he coming home?"
"I don't know. He might be there a while. He isn't as helpful as you. Let's just focus on us right now. He is in good hands." Garrit sighed. "Come see your room."
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"Ok Yamassee, I need your body." Dr. Tou began un-strapping a groggy Paul. "Let's get your cloths off."
"Excuse me?" He squealed in surprise as she tried to pull off his shirt.
"Well, you've been here nearly five days and haven't. I think it's high time." She managed to pull his shirt up to his armpits, but he wasn't co-operating. "Stop struggling. You act like you've never done it before." She finally let go and put her hands on her hips. "You are going to, Doctor's orders."
"Wha?"
"Are you afraid of water or something? Baths don't hurt you know." She rolled her eyes. "I swear, men are the strangest. Get up, you are going to take a bath!"
"Oh...Ok." He finally found out what was going on. He let her take his shirt off him.
It was painful to do, but he felt incredibly better after the bath was over. He was incredibly worn out once he had gotten his fresh cloths on. Dr. Tou did most of the work and still he fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed in his new holding cell. The cell had a bathroom off it and he could move around as he felt the urge to. His new outfit was a pair of pants with an elastic waist and a shirt that Velcro shut in the front. He didn't need Dr. Tou to help him go to the bathroom since he had no zippers and buttons to deal with. All of his bullet wounds had been reopened when he had tried to escape and he was slowly healing once more.
***
It was a week since his life had gone to hell in a hand basket or was that even the way the saying went? It had been four days since the Whities had done his hands in and he still couldn't bear to move them. Dr. Tou was angry because they were coming back that day to "ask" him some more questions. When they came, they made her leave. They smashed Paul down and strapped his wrists and ankles to the bed. "Hi guys, did you miss me?" He asked sweetly as they opened a case full of nasty looking toys. The white headed one took out some little electrodes and a knife. He cut a shallow pocket in each of Paul's wrists and his temples. He slid in the electrodes and sealed the wounds with a laser on the back of the knife.
"New game Yamassee. You still do the questions. If you are caught lying by the machine, it zaps you. Every time you get zapped the voltage is increased. If you make us mad, we will zap you. Do we understand?" The red head asked him as he sat down on a stool.
"I can't really answer for the two of you, I don't know you well enough to know how stupid you really are." Paul quipped. The silver haired man raised an eyebrow. Then he shook his head in pity.
"I wouldn't want to be you. You may be witty, but you're as dumb as a brick. The pain isn't necessary." He frowned.
"No, I don't suppose you would want to see how ugly you are from this angle would you. I don't like you. I can't co-operate because I vowed not to."
"But it will kill you. You will never see your family again."
"That is Life, it comes in three flavors and all of them taste crappy." He shrugged. "Now are you going to bore me to death or are we going to get down to business?"
"Fine. What's your name?"
"James...James Bond." He said calmly.
The doctors exchanged looks when he didn't get shocked. "How old are you?"
"Four and a half."
"What are you?"
"A purple mouse."
The red head's face was getting red with anger. "Who the hell do you think you are?!?"
"I know I'm the one who's going to win in the end." Upon saying that, the red head jerked up a remote control and pushed a button. It sent a jolt through Paul that pried a hiss from him.
"Since my associate has decided to be trigger happy, perhaps I should ask you the real questions." The silver haired man picked up a clipboard. "What would it take to get your co-operation?"
"A very cold day in hell." Pain.
"How could we keep you from escaping?"
"Super glue maybe." PAin.
"Would you keep this up if it was someone else asking you questions?"
"Not enough data is available to complete this operation." PAIn.
"Could you let us hurt someone else?"
"Do me a favor and go fling yourself out an airlock." PAIN!
"How would you feel if we moved you to a prison block?"
"Forgive me for not singing for joy, but my throat's a little dry." PPAAIINN!!! Then blackness...
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Dr. Tou brought a tray of food into the cell and woke the young man. He sat up, rubbing his wrists against the sides of his face. "You got a headache?" She lifted his face so she could see him clearly. His eyes were circled with dark rings and he was very pale. He nodded feebly. She plunked the tray down next to him and left the cell, activating the force field on the way out.
He reached over and picked up the fork with both hands, kind of pinning it between them, then manipulated it until the handle was where he could catch it between his knees. Then he carefully positioned his wrist over the last prong so that his vein was out of the way. Then he shoved his wrist down and back. The healing flesh ripped fairly easily. It hurt, but he wanted those discussing things out of him.
"What in the heck are you doing?" Dr. Tou screamed as she dropped the pills and franticly tried punching in the code. It took three tries and gave him enough time to get the hole big enough to get the chip out. He lifted his wrist to his mouth and sucked at the chip until he caught it in his teeth and pulled it free. Dr. Tou grabbed him and tried to fasten him down.
"Stop, I can explain." He relaxed completely, trying to get her attention. He spoke softly. "Dr. Tou...I want to take out the electronic thingies. Will you help me?"
"What thingies?" She frowned, still holding his bloody wrist. The other was buckled down to the bed. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. On it was the chip. She took it and looked at it for a moment. "This was in your wrist?" She picked it up and turned it in her fingers while holding his wound shut.
"Yes ma'am. There are three more, one in my other wrist and one in each of my temples." He watched blood seep between her fingers. "They had a little laser that sealed them up. Got one?"
She did and after putting some alcohol on the wound to make him gasp and keep infection from setting in, she sealed it mostly up, leaving a small gap so he could heal properly. Then the removed the other three. "What did they do with them?"
"Shock me by pressing a button. They said it would kill me...They lied again." He shrugged as he watched her study the nasty little boogers after bandaging his wrists. "I'm kind of hungry. These visual effects aren't helping." He said after his stomach griped at him. He wasn't able to lift any of the things that sat in front of him, mocking his weakness. She helped him, tossing the chips in her pocket. She remained strangely silent.
***
"Hello. How are you feeling today?" Tiki opened his cell.
"What is today?"
"Monday."
"I feel crummy. Where is Dr. Tou?" He asked. Five days since 29 needles.
"She's off today. I'm taking care of you." She sat down a tray of food. She pulled up a stool and tried to feed him.
"I'm not a baby, I can do it my self." He said, looking at his lap. He was sad that she wasn't there. She was a friend. He wasn't sure about Tiki. "Please just leave me alone."
"I can't do that after yesterday." She said in superiority.
"Oh jeez, what am I gonna do with a freaking spoon? Gouge out my eyes?" He glowered angrily.
"Fine." She took the glass and poured the contents into a metal cup Sugar had given him to drink water out of. Then she took the fork and knife off of the plate and locked him in the cell.
He struggled to get some of the hot cereal down and drink the milk in his cup. He got enough to quiet his stomach before he gave up in despair. He was afraid that Dr. Tou was mad at him and he had been abandoned. He curled up on his side and cried himself to sleep. His heart hurt so much he could hardly breath.
***
"Yamassee, wake up." Tiki brought him a sandwich and a glass of juice. She washed out his cup and poured the juice into it. She left the food next to his bed and took the old food away. "Please eat? You aren't going to feel any better if you don't eat." She left the cell.
He got up and managed to eat the sandwich and drink the grape juice. Then he went to the bathroom and went back to sleep.
"Garret, you need something?" Tiki's voice woke him up.
His ears perked up, Garret was his mother's original name. "My shots."
"Oh. I'll go find them. While I'm gone, don't talk to the prisoner, definitely don't push this button and don't even consider trying to get him to eat this." Tiki said in a stern voice. "I'll be back in ten!" Then she went into the next room.
He opened his eyes to his mom opening the laser wall. She smiled at him, coming to sit by his side. He sat up and hugged her tightly, ignoring the pain in his body from the bullet wounds and burying his face in her shoulder. She rubbed his back and kissed him on top of the head. "Hi Sweetie, how are you feeling?"
"Not very bad." He said, trying to smile.
"You aren't eating?"
"She's treating me like a little kid." He muttered sourly. "I ate by myself, just not a lot. I'm not an invalid."
"But you need some help. Will you let me help you?" She asked softly.
He nodded. She was his mother, and he didn't feel quite so bad with her helping him as a weird girl that acted superior.
***
"Yamassee!" Dr. Tou came into the room with a smile. He sat up with a moan. She came into the cell and put down the tray. "I hear that you were not on good behavior yesterday. Why did you act up for Tiki?"
"She's a mean brat with a megalomaniac complex." He frowned at her. "She treats me like I'm two and not worthy of her time. I don't like her."
"If you don't like her, you will definitely hate her parents. She's sweet as sugar in comparison. Actually, I think it's just you two. She hates your guts too. Now, eat and then I'm going to take you out so you can get some exercise." She helped him eat and left him to take the tray back. He went to the bathroom and then sat and waited for her return. She came back and placed a collar on him. "This is a collar that monitors your position and will not allow you to get more then a hundred feet ahead of me. If you do, you will be shocked. Now, come on." She hopped up and down as he got up obediently.
She led him out of the lab into the sterile metal hall he remembered from his mad escape. She took him by his good arm and pulled him through a slightly busy hall and finally pushed him through double doors.
The room was large and filled with jogging machines, with the floor on one side padded with thick mats. She tried to get him to jog. "You've got to be kidding. I don't do that kind of thing." He frowned at her.
She tapped her foot showing how impatient she was. "Well, if you don't do something, you are going to drive me nuts." She said as she went over to a trampoline and began to hop up and down happily. He sighed, trying to find something to do. He finally ventured a short distance away started to work through a karate routine.
He finished his black belt routine with sweat dripping down his face and body. He wiped it away, folding himself up and resting for a little while, his knees to his chest with his chin resting atop them. He watched the true Sugar appear as she changed machines for the fourth time. "You aren't tired, are you sweetie?" She grinned at him.
"Just taking a breather. I haven't been doing my best lately, you know." He got back up and started practicing his Judo. Then he moved into Kick-Boxing. A man wandered in as he changed to Jujitsu. He stopped and sat down, looking at the man with suspicion. The man in return gaped at him. He had black hair and was Chinese, with intense dark eyes. His hair was down except for his bangs, which were in a high ponytail on the back of his head.
"Weren't you just..." He turned back towards the doors he had come through, confused.
"Hi Chang Wu Fei! This is Yamassee Yuy. You must have seen his twin. Yamassee, get up, he isn't spying on you.
"That isn't my name." He said softly.
"You are a paranoid masochist. Now get up Yuy."
"That will work." He stood up and began his Jujitsu again. "And I'm not paranoid, why should I trust anyone I don't know Sugar?"
"Be that way." She stuck out her tongue.
"I feel the maturity." He remarked as he sped up his movements.
"Would you prefer an opponent?" Wu Fei asked.
"Absolutely not!" Sugar growled. "I just got those wounds to stop bleeding Yuy."
"I didn't say yes yet. But just so you know, I'm bleeding again anyway. Every time I move they re-open."
"Oh fine, it's your body." She pouted, forgetting to move and fell off the treadmill.
Paul grinned at her before bowing to Wu Fei. "Disable is the objective. Style is Jujitsu. Ok?"
"Tae Boa is my form." Wu Fei told him.
"Fine by me, I am not very advanced in Tae Boa so I'll keep Jujitsu. Ready." They began, moving quickly and with skill. The fight would have been better if Paul's hands had been used, but could only blow with the sides of his hands. Wu Fei noticed that he wasn't at his best and slacked off a bit. Angrily, Paul pushed himself harder, moving his attack tactics to his legs and just used his arms to distract unless it was convenient to hit with them. Wu Fei stepped back up his attack with a small grin. Finally Paul backed away with a small laugh. They bowed before he sat down again, waiting for Sugar to get off of the weight machine she was using. "Are you about done?"
She grinned at him. She held up her watch. "Sweetie, you've got fifteen minutes to wait. I have a requirement to full fill."
"And I have to sit and wait the whole time. Yippy." He frowned as he stretched out on his back, willing the cool gym air to do something for his very hot body. Finally she finished and took him back to the cell. He popped off the collar and handed it to her before going into the bathroom. He smiled as he heard her go off about being just like his mother and being a descendent of a magician. He felt happy that he had figured out how to pick the lock with out a clear view and not been noticed despite his hands being hard to use.
He pulled off his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. Blood oozed from a few bullet wounds, but he didn't look bad at all. He went to the bathroom, then started a bath. He opened the door to find her still standing there looking at the collar. "Would you help me wash my hair please?" He shook her out of her thoughts.
"Sure." She put down up the collar as he got out of the rest of his cloths and got into the warm water. She came into the bathroom and perched on the edge of the tub. She washed his hair and his back while he worked quickly to do his front half. Then he rinsed off and got out. She helped him dry off, then he went to sleep until lunch time.
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"Hello Hiro. I wanted to let you know that your stubborn brat Yamassee is going to stay with you for a week or so. We will have him properly tagged in the case that you fail to properly control him. Good day." The message on the answering machine ended. Faruto Venya Yuy frowned at the small black box like it could tell him more, but it remained silent. Yamassee Gariku Yuy was his brother's name now, not as fun as Paulie, but he could find something fun to call him. He hated his own first name and was going by Venya because it was his only option instead of Faruto. What had his parents been thinking anyway? Were they Faruto Lupos or what?
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"Ok, I'm going to give you a few syringes because you have a low blood count and your blood is thin. They each have a small amount of thickener and other things you need to keep your body from bleeding out if you have anymore holes put in you which I find highly likely. You inject them here and if it doesn't help within ten minutes, call me. Don't use more then one a day. I have enough for a week of street fighting, but stay out of trouble. This is a test to see if they can let you out of custody. Have a nice time with your parents and brother!" She handed him a backpack that held the possessions she had given him. He smiled at her, giving her one last look before he was handed over to a complete stranger.
The man was slightly taller then himself and looked uneasy with the task of delivering him. He smiled at him. "I won't escape on you. Relax." That made the guy even more tense. He sighed. "Fine, die of a coronary if you want."
They got into an elevator. When the doors closed, Paulie found himself thrown to the floor. He tried to get free, but someone pinned him down and started beating the hell out of him. He finally stopped trying to get away and just settled for protecting his face and chest from the forceful blows. "Stop!" The guy he was with said in a pathetic voice.
"You will not talk." Came the oh so familiar voice of the gray haired white coat.
"Hi Sparky, I missed you yesterday!" Paul said as cheerfully as possible. "I hear you got your chops busted for the little chip thingies."
"They aren't chip thingies, they are..."
"Electronic Pulse Nerve Manipulators. Better known as Epin Man's chips. You are Epinki and used a piece of your name out of vanity. Must be a real honor to be a renowned pain in the butt."
"You should know." Epinki spit on him.
"I think I speak for everyone when I say you need an enema." Paul said softly as the elevator opened and his guard pealed him off of the floor and ran out with him. "I can walk." He told the man. He was put down and limped ever so slightly to the correct door.
The guy buzzed the occupants and his twin opened the door. The man turned kind of pale and shoved Paul forward and tossing the keys at his brother, left quickly.
"You look like the north end of a south bound mouse." Was the first thing Peter could think to say.
"I missed you too." Paul smiled, then he motioned his twin to pick up the key. "Unlock me, it annoys people when I pick the locks myself." He stood still while his brother took the cuffs off of his wrists and the collar off of his neck.
"You are bleeding on the carpet." Peter looked him over before tossing the cuffs on the table where his parents left their keys. "Come on and I'll help you clean up." He took Paul by the elbow and tugged him into the bathroom.
Paul looked in the mirror and frowned, blood was pouring down the front of his pants and soaking the front of his shirt. After tossing down his book-bag, he pulled the shirt off, revealing a deep scratch and a navel pierce. "What in the heck did he do to my belly button?!"
"It's a tag, I had one for the first few day I was home. If you take it apart, they will put in a new one." He told him as the boy angrily began to take it out.
"What's new? We've been doing this since I woke up. Do this or else, don't do that or else. I have seen three or else's and really couldn't care less. Slap some bandages on my back if I need them." Then he patched up his stomach the best he could. Peter re-did it after he ripped it off in frustration. "I just miss having my fingers."
"What happened exactly?" He looked at his fingers, which only had small poke-dots on the ends. His wrists looked like he had tried to commit suicide with angry pink scars across them. He met his brother's eyes with concern.
"They ran electric needles up inside my fingers and put things in my wrists, I didn't try and cut the veins. Do you think I would kill myself?" He pushed past him and picked up his pack. He took out a clean outfit and changed into it, carefully putting a stain remover on the bloody cloths and putting them in the wash basket. His brother continued to stare at him with an odd expression. "Go on and get whatever's on your mind out in the open. I'm the one that mopes, not you."
"That's just it, you aren't being you anymore. I would have chosen you as behaving and taking things the easiest way, avoiding trouble. Now that's me and you've turned into Rambo or something. What is going on?" He looked at his brother without any clue as to what to do. "You cried every time we went camping in Boy Scouts, wouldn't go in the basement alone, and wouldn't go to sex ed. at school. Who's being weird?"
"Ok, so I matured in the face of danger. Maybe I never had to because you were always there. And I can't say why you changed. I guess finding out that nothing you ever believed was the truth besides the fact that we are a family and thank goodness we are really boys. I think even I could have snapped over something like that." He pulled out one of the needles Sugar had given him and showed it to his brother. "You think you could inject me with this?"
"What is it?" He asked suspiciously.
"Some blood thickener and rejuvenator. I've been bleeding a lot lately and it's this or a transfusion." His brother paled. "It's ok, I can do it myself." He unwrapped the syringes and placed the back in his mouth. He braced his arm against the counter and then put the needle in a large vein. He compressed the back slowly with his tongue over the coarse of a minute or so. Then he put the cover over the needle tip and dropped it in the trash. "Could you put a bandage over that for me?" He held out his arm to this rather pale brother when blood began to bead at the sight of the newest hole.
"Venya?" His mother called, sounding a bit excited.
"Yes ma'am?" He stuck his head out of the bathroom to find her kneeling by the blood his twin had lost with a gun in hand.
"This blood...are you hurt?"
"Nope, that's Paulie's."
She looked up at him with surprise. "Here?"
"Hi Mama. No body told you I was coming?" He leaned around his brother to smile at her.
"There is a message on the machine about it." Venya told her as he began clearing all of the plastic wrappers that had come off of the adhesive part of the bandages. Paul put up the extras. "I was fixing to clean up the mess."
"Just what are you two doing in there?" She asked suspiciously.
"I got a few love taps in the elevator and we were taping me back together." He squeaked by Venya and came to give his mother a hug. She kissed him before looking him over. "Come on Mom, I'm fine." He winced as she touched his side, exploring a bruise.
"Oh really, so why do you have to grit your teeth Mr?"
"Because you are poking on a bruise woman." Wu Fei walked in unannounced and leaned on the wall right inside the door. "Now I know I didn't hit you that hard, who'd you tick off."
"You want that list in alphabetical or chronological order? Either way it's a long list that could take a while to review. Hi, what's up? What's your name in normal speed? All I got from Sugar is Wolfy, but I doubt that's anything near close."
"Wu Fei. I was going to kidnap your father, but since he isn't here, I guess I'll have to wait." He gave him a half smile.
"When did you meet?" Garret stepped between them. "Hit him?"
"Chill Mama, we spared in the gym earlier."
"Oh. Nice to know that some people still think they are immortal." She ruffed up his hair before turning to Wu Fei. "Some coffee?"
"Everyone dies, it's what and how much you do before that happens that counts." Wu Fei perched on the arm of the couch nodding to her. She went into the kitchen, leaving them to their chitchat.
"Then you believe men are judged by their works?" Paul asked as he sat in a chair delicately.
"Not by God, but by man yes. Important people in history did more then wake-up every morning and did only what was required. God doesn't care as long as he's in the equation. State your faith and believe it and you have done enough for God. If you share your faith with others, you get brownie points." He said.
Paul opened his mouth to respond, but a knock at the door distracted him from it. Peter opened it. Tiki walked in as he showed his displeasure openly. "What?"
She looked at him for a moment before grabbing the front of his shirt and flipping it up. "It's you. Where's your brother?"
"Oh God, it's the psychotic brat from hell. What do you want Tiki?" Paul glowered at her.
"I just thought I'd give you- the perverted idiotic devil boy- a message before you hear the most discussing news to ever be spoken on this base. It wasn't my idea and I even tried to talk them out of it. You have got to learn to just shut up because I will not listen to your pansy whining."
"Why would I whine?" She put her nose up in the air and began to walk away. He leapt up and pinned her into the wall. "What is it?"
She shrank back from him, fear in her eyes. "Don't hurt me. I don't want to have you move in with me, but they are marrying us." Then she burst into tears and tore out the door.
****"Woah. I think I've been way cruel to Paulie, but he's a nice guy for it all. Yes I know the title was pointless, so what, it was funny and made you curious! Let's find out what more I can think up, on to chapter four!" Azusa Wariko Maxwell****
****"Hidee ho! I have finally seen some Gundam Wing. Hiro's voice is so sexy(swoon!)! I know I don't have the things right, but I'll work in why it's all messed up some day. Just enjoy the plot. If something bothers you way to much, tell me at highpowerhyperlets@yahoo.com. I know I should be nicer to Paulie, but what fun is that? :P (hehehe)"AWM****
"Faruto Venya Yuy, get up." The mean woman, who had broken into their house many days before, Zola, told Peter. He got up off the cot he had spent most of his time on. He was in a cell containing a toilet, sink, bed, and cobwebs. He had been asked questions and more questions. He had no idea what was happening. "Come on, your parents are waiting to take you home." A brief flash of his comfortable wooden house flashed in his mind, it was replaced with reality. He knew his home would never be seen again.
He was taken to a hall. His parents stood there, but they weren't his dad and mom. He could feel the coldness of the place coming from them. He did nothing to show his joy at leaving the cell, he just let the woman remove his cuffs and walked over to his parents. He followed them away, not touching either of them. He suddenly wondered if going with them would be any better. They took him down so many halls he was lost. Then they entered a door off of a hall. It was an apartment. It was nice, almost like home minus the pictures and memories. Suddenly he found himself squashed between his parents.
"I'm so glad we got you back." His father sounded very sad. His mother kissed him, then laughed. "Hiro, I think we've put him into shock! Peter, you are alright, aren't you?"
"Yah, you just were so different...You scared me." He smiled and hugged them back.
"It has to be that way. Beyond these walls, we are other people. It isn't like that for you, you aren't military." His dad told him.
"Where's Paulie?"
"Oh, he is still in the hospital. I saw him. He told me to tell you, you're a brat." Hiro smiled.
"When is he coming home?"
"I don't know. He might be there a while. He isn't as helpful as you. Let's just focus on us right now. He is in good hands." Garrit sighed. "Come see your room."
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"Ok Yamassee, I need your body." Dr. Tou began un-strapping a groggy Paul. "Let's get your cloths off."
"Excuse me?" He squealed in surprise as she tried to pull off his shirt.
"Well, you've been here nearly five days and haven't. I think it's high time." She managed to pull his shirt up to his armpits, but he wasn't co-operating. "Stop struggling. You act like you've never done it before." She finally let go and put her hands on her hips. "You are going to, Doctor's orders."
"Wha?"
"Are you afraid of water or something? Baths don't hurt you know." She rolled her eyes. "I swear, men are the strangest. Get up, you are going to take a bath!"
"Oh...Ok." He finally found out what was going on. He let her take his shirt off him.
It was painful to do, but he felt incredibly better after the bath was over. He was incredibly worn out once he had gotten his fresh cloths on. Dr. Tou did most of the work and still he fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed in his new holding cell. The cell had a bathroom off it and he could move around as he felt the urge to. His new outfit was a pair of pants with an elastic waist and a shirt that Velcro shut in the front. He didn't need Dr. Tou to help him go to the bathroom since he had no zippers and buttons to deal with. All of his bullet wounds had been reopened when he had tried to escape and he was slowly healing once more.
***
It was a week since his life had gone to hell in a hand basket or was that even the way the saying went? It had been four days since the Whities had done his hands in and he still couldn't bear to move them. Dr. Tou was angry because they were coming back that day to "ask" him some more questions. When they came, they made her leave. They smashed Paul down and strapped his wrists and ankles to the bed. "Hi guys, did you miss me?" He asked sweetly as they opened a case full of nasty looking toys. The white headed one took out some little electrodes and a knife. He cut a shallow pocket in each of Paul's wrists and his temples. He slid in the electrodes and sealed the wounds with a laser on the back of the knife.
"New game Yamassee. You still do the questions. If you are caught lying by the machine, it zaps you. Every time you get zapped the voltage is increased. If you make us mad, we will zap you. Do we understand?" The red head asked him as he sat down on a stool.
"I can't really answer for the two of you, I don't know you well enough to know how stupid you really are." Paul quipped. The silver haired man raised an eyebrow. Then he shook his head in pity.
"I wouldn't want to be you. You may be witty, but you're as dumb as a brick. The pain isn't necessary." He frowned.
"No, I don't suppose you would want to see how ugly you are from this angle would you. I don't like you. I can't co-operate because I vowed not to."
"But it will kill you. You will never see your family again."
"That is Life, it comes in three flavors and all of them taste crappy." He shrugged. "Now are you going to bore me to death or are we going to get down to business?"
"Fine. What's your name?"
"James...James Bond." He said calmly.
The doctors exchanged looks when he didn't get shocked. "How old are you?"
"Four and a half."
"What are you?"
"A purple mouse."
The red head's face was getting red with anger. "Who the hell do you think you are?!?"
"I know I'm the one who's going to win in the end." Upon saying that, the red head jerked up a remote control and pushed a button. It sent a jolt through Paul that pried a hiss from him.
"Since my associate has decided to be trigger happy, perhaps I should ask you the real questions." The silver haired man picked up a clipboard. "What would it take to get your co-operation?"
"A very cold day in hell." Pain.
"How could we keep you from escaping?"
"Super glue maybe." PAin.
"Would you keep this up if it was someone else asking you questions?"
"Not enough data is available to complete this operation." PAIn.
"Could you let us hurt someone else?"
"Do me a favor and go fling yourself out an airlock." PAIN!
"How would you feel if we moved you to a prison block?"
"Forgive me for not singing for joy, but my throat's a little dry." PPAAIINN!!! Then blackness...
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Dr. Tou brought a tray of food into the cell and woke the young man. He sat up, rubbing his wrists against the sides of his face. "You got a headache?" She lifted his face so she could see him clearly. His eyes were circled with dark rings and he was very pale. He nodded feebly. She plunked the tray down next to him and left the cell, activating the force field on the way out.
He reached over and picked up the fork with both hands, kind of pinning it between them, then manipulated it until the handle was where he could catch it between his knees. Then he carefully positioned his wrist over the last prong so that his vein was out of the way. Then he shoved his wrist down and back. The healing flesh ripped fairly easily. It hurt, but he wanted those discussing things out of him.
"What in the heck are you doing?" Dr. Tou screamed as she dropped the pills and franticly tried punching in the code. It took three tries and gave him enough time to get the hole big enough to get the chip out. He lifted his wrist to his mouth and sucked at the chip until he caught it in his teeth and pulled it free. Dr. Tou grabbed him and tried to fasten him down.
"Stop, I can explain." He relaxed completely, trying to get her attention. He spoke softly. "Dr. Tou...I want to take out the electronic thingies. Will you help me?"
"What thingies?" She frowned, still holding his bloody wrist. The other was buckled down to the bed. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. On it was the chip. She took it and looked at it for a moment. "This was in your wrist?" She picked it up and turned it in her fingers while holding his wound shut.
"Yes ma'am. There are three more, one in my other wrist and one in each of my temples." He watched blood seep between her fingers. "They had a little laser that sealed them up. Got one?"
She did and after putting some alcohol on the wound to make him gasp and keep infection from setting in, she sealed it mostly up, leaving a small gap so he could heal properly. Then the removed the other three. "What did they do with them?"
"Shock me by pressing a button. They said it would kill me...They lied again." He shrugged as he watched her study the nasty little boogers after bandaging his wrists. "I'm kind of hungry. These visual effects aren't helping." He said after his stomach griped at him. He wasn't able to lift any of the things that sat in front of him, mocking his weakness. She helped him, tossing the chips in her pocket. She remained strangely silent.
***
"Hello. How are you feeling today?" Tiki opened his cell.
"What is today?"
"Monday."
"I feel crummy. Where is Dr. Tou?" He asked. Five days since 29 needles.
"She's off today. I'm taking care of you." She sat down a tray of food. She pulled up a stool and tried to feed him.
"I'm not a baby, I can do it my self." He said, looking at his lap. He was sad that she wasn't there. She was a friend. He wasn't sure about Tiki. "Please just leave me alone."
"I can't do that after yesterday." She said in superiority.
"Oh jeez, what am I gonna do with a freaking spoon? Gouge out my eyes?" He glowered angrily.
"Fine." She took the glass and poured the contents into a metal cup Sugar had given him to drink water out of. Then she took the fork and knife off of the plate and locked him in the cell.
He struggled to get some of the hot cereal down and drink the milk in his cup. He got enough to quiet his stomach before he gave up in despair. He was afraid that Dr. Tou was mad at him and he had been abandoned. He curled up on his side and cried himself to sleep. His heart hurt so much he could hardly breath.
***
"Yamassee, wake up." Tiki brought him a sandwich and a glass of juice. She washed out his cup and poured the juice into it. She left the food next to his bed and took the old food away. "Please eat? You aren't going to feel any better if you don't eat." She left the cell.
He got up and managed to eat the sandwich and drink the grape juice. Then he went to the bathroom and went back to sleep.
"Garret, you need something?" Tiki's voice woke him up.
His ears perked up, Garret was his mother's original name. "My shots."
"Oh. I'll go find them. While I'm gone, don't talk to the prisoner, definitely don't push this button and don't even consider trying to get him to eat this." Tiki said in a stern voice. "I'll be back in ten!" Then she went into the next room.
He opened his eyes to his mom opening the laser wall. She smiled at him, coming to sit by his side. He sat up and hugged her tightly, ignoring the pain in his body from the bullet wounds and burying his face in her shoulder. She rubbed his back and kissed him on top of the head. "Hi Sweetie, how are you feeling?"
"Not very bad." He said, trying to smile.
"You aren't eating?"
"She's treating me like a little kid." He muttered sourly. "I ate by myself, just not a lot. I'm not an invalid."
"But you need some help. Will you let me help you?" She asked softly.
He nodded. She was his mother, and he didn't feel quite so bad with her helping him as a weird girl that acted superior.
***
"Yamassee!" Dr. Tou came into the room with a smile. He sat up with a moan. She came into the cell and put down the tray. "I hear that you were not on good behavior yesterday. Why did you act up for Tiki?"
"She's a mean brat with a megalomaniac complex." He frowned at her. "She treats me like I'm two and not worthy of her time. I don't like her."
"If you don't like her, you will definitely hate her parents. She's sweet as sugar in comparison. Actually, I think it's just you two. She hates your guts too. Now, eat and then I'm going to take you out so you can get some exercise." She helped him eat and left him to take the tray back. He went to the bathroom and then sat and waited for her return. She came back and placed a collar on him. "This is a collar that monitors your position and will not allow you to get more then a hundred feet ahead of me. If you do, you will be shocked. Now, come on." She hopped up and down as he got up obediently.
She led him out of the lab into the sterile metal hall he remembered from his mad escape. She took him by his good arm and pulled him through a slightly busy hall and finally pushed him through double doors.
The room was large and filled with jogging machines, with the floor on one side padded with thick mats. She tried to get him to jog. "You've got to be kidding. I don't do that kind of thing." He frowned at her.
She tapped her foot showing how impatient she was. "Well, if you don't do something, you are going to drive me nuts." She said as she went over to a trampoline and began to hop up and down happily. He sighed, trying to find something to do. He finally ventured a short distance away started to work through a karate routine.
He finished his black belt routine with sweat dripping down his face and body. He wiped it away, folding himself up and resting for a little while, his knees to his chest with his chin resting atop them. He watched the true Sugar appear as she changed machines for the fourth time. "You aren't tired, are you sweetie?" She grinned at him.
"Just taking a breather. I haven't been doing my best lately, you know." He got back up and started practicing his Judo. Then he moved into Kick-Boxing. A man wandered in as he changed to Jujitsu. He stopped and sat down, looking at the man with suspicion. The man in return gaped at him. He had black hair and was Chinese, with intense dark eyes. His hair was down except for his bangs, which were in a high ponytail on the back of his head.
"Weren't you just..." He turned back towards the doors he had come through, confused.
"Hi Chang Wu Fei! This is Yamassee Yuy. You must have seen his twin. Yamassee, get up, he isn't spying on you.
"That isn't my name." He said softly.
"You are a paranoid masochist. Now get up Yuy."
"That will work." He stood up and began his Jujitsu again. "And I'm not paranoid, why should I trust anyone I don't know Sugar?"
"Be that way." She stuck out her tongue.
"I feel the maturity." He remarked as he sped up his movements.
"Would you prefer an opponent?" Wu Fei asked.
"Absolutely not!" Sugar growled. "I just got those wounds to stop bleeding Yuy."
"I didn't say yes yet. But just so you know, I'm bleeding again anyway. Every time I move they re-open."
"Oh fine, it's your body." She pouted, forgetting to move and fell off the treadmill.
Paul grinned at her before bowing to Wu Fei. "Disable is the objective. Style is Jujitsu. Ok?"
"Tae Boa is my form." Wu Fei told him.
"Fine by me, I am not very advanced in Tae Boa so I'll keep Jujitsu. Ready." They began, moving quickly and with skill. The fight would have been better if Paul's hands had been used, but could only blow with the sides of his hands. Wu Fei noticed that he wasn't at his best and slacked off a bit. Angrily, Paul pushed himself harder, moving his attack tactics to his legs and just used his arms to distract unless it was convenient to hit with them. Wu Fei stepped back up his attack with a small grin. Finally Paul backed away with a small laugh. They bowed before he sat down again, waiting for Sugar to get off of the weight machine she was using. "Are you about done?"
She grinned at him. She held up her watch. "Sweetie, you've got fifteen minutes to wait. I have a requirement to full fill."
"And I have to sit and wait the whole time. Yippy." He frowned as he stretched out on his back, willing the cool gym air to do something for his very hot body. Finally she finished and took him back to the cell. He popped off the collar and handed it to her before going into the bathroom. He smiled as he heard her go off about being just like his mother and being a descendent of a magician. He felt happy that he had figured out how to pick the lock with out a clear view and not been noticed despite his hands being hard to use.
He pulled off his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. Blood oozed from a few bullet wounds, but he didn't look bad at all. He went to the bathroom, then started a bath. He opened the door to find her still standing there looking at the collar. "Would you help me wash my hair please?" He shook her out of her thoughts.
"Sure." She put down up the collar as he got out of the rest of his cloths and got into the warm water. She came into the bathroom and perched on the edge of the tub. She washed his hair and his back while he worked quickly to do his front half. Then he rinsed off and got out. She helped him dry off, then he went to sleep until lunch time.
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"Hello Hiro. I wanted to let you know that your stubborn brat Yamassee is going to stay with you for a week or so. We will have him properly tagged in the case that you fail to properly control him. Good day." The message on the answering machine ended. Faruto Venya Yuy frowned at the small black box like it could tell him more, but it remained silent. Yamassee Gariku Yuy was his brother's name now, not as fun as Paulie, but he could find something fun to call him. He hated his own first name and was going by Venya because it was his only option instead of Faruto. What had his parents been thinking anyway? Were they Faruto Lupos or what?
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"Ok, I'm going to give you a few syringes because you have a low blood count and your blood is thin. They each have a small amount of thickener and other things you need to keep your body from bleeding out if you have anymore holes put in you which I find highly likely. You inject them here and if it doesn't help within ten minutes, call me. Don't use more then one a day. I have enough for a week of street fighting, but stay out of trouble. This is a test to see if they can let you out of custody. Have a nice time with your parents and brother!" She handed him a backpack that held the possessions she had given him. He smiled at her, giving her one last look before he was handed over to a complete stranger.
The man was slightly taller then himself and looked uneasy with the task of delivering him. He smiled at him. "I won't escape on you. Relax." That made the guy even more tense. He sighed. "Fine, die of a coronary if you want."
They got into an elevator. When the doors closed, Paulie found himself thrown to the floor. He tried to get free, but someone pinned him down and started beating the hell out of him. He finally stopped trying to get away and just settled for protecting his face and chest from the forceful blows. "Stop!" The guy he was with said in a pathetic voice.
"You will not talk." Came the oh so familiar voice of the gray haired white coat.
"Hi Sparky, I missed you yesterday!" Paul said as cheerfully as possible. "I hear you got your chops busted for the little chip thingies."
"They aren't chip thingies, they are..."
"Electronic Pulse Nerve Manipulators. Better known as Epin Man's chips. You are Epinki and used a piece of your name out of vanity. Must be a real honor to be a renowned pain in the butt."
"You should know." Epinki spit on him.
"I think I speak for everyone when I say you need an enema." Paul said softly as the elevator opened and his guard pealed him off of the floor and ran out with him. "I can walk." He told the man. He was put down and limped ever so slightly to the correct door.
The guy buzzed the occupants and his twin opened the door. The man turned kind of pale and shoved Paul forward and tossing the keys at his brother, left quickly.
"You look like the north end of a south bound mouse." Was the first thing Peter could think to say.
"I missed you too." Paul smiled, then he motioned his twin to pick up the key. "Unlock me, it annoys people when I pick the locks myself." He stood still while his brother took the cuffs off of his wrists and the collar off of his neck.
"You are bleeding on the carpet." Peter looked him over before tossing the cuffs on the table where his parents left their keys. "Come on and I'll help you clean up." He took Paul by the elbow and tugged him into the bathroom.
Paul looked in the mirror and frowned, blood was pouring down the front of his pants and soaking the front of his shirt. After tossing down his book-bag, he pulled the shirt off, revealing a deep scratch and a navel pierce. "What in the heck did he do to my belly button?!"
"It's a tag, I had one for the first few day I was home. If you take it apart, they will put in a new one." He told him as the boy angrily began to take it out.
"What's new? We've been doing this since I woke up. Do this or else, don't do that or else. I have seen three or else's and really couldn't care less. Slap some bandages on my back if I need them." Then he patched up his stomach the best he could. Peter re-did it after he ripped it off in frustration. "I just miss having my fingers."
"What happened exactly?" He looked at his fingers, which only had small poke-dots on the ends. His wrists looked like he had tried to commit suicide with angry pink scars across them. He met his brother's eyes with concern.
"They ran electric needles up inside my fingers and put things in my wrists, I didn't try and cut the veins. Do you think I would kill myself?" He pushed past him and picked up his pack. He took out a clean outfit and changed into it, carefully putting a stain remover on the bloody cloths and putting them in the wash basket. His brother continued to stare at him with an odd expression. "Go on and get whatever's on your mind out in the open. I'm the one that mopes, not you."
"That's just it, you aren't being you anymore. I would have chosen you as behaving and taking things the easiest way, avoiding trouble. Now that's me and you've turned into Rambo or something. What is going on?" He looked at his brother without any clue as to what to do. "You cried every time we went camping in Boy Scouts, wouldn't go in the basement alone, and wouldn't go to sex ed. at school. Who's being weird?"
"Ok, so I matured in the face of danger. Maybe I never had to because you were always there. And I can't say why you changed. I guess finding out that nothing you ever believed was the truth besides the fact that we are a family and thank goodness we are really boys. I think even I could have snapped over something like that." He pulled out one of the needles Sugar had given him and showed it to his brother. "You think you could inject me with this?"
"What is it?" He asked suspiciously.
"Some blood thickener and rejuvenator. I've been bleeding a lot lately and it's this or a transfusion." His brother paled. "It's ok, I can do it myself." He unwrapped the syringes and placed the back in his mouth. He braced his arm against the counter and then put the needle in a large vein. He compressed the back slowly with his tongue over the coarse of a minute or so. Then he put the cover over the needle tip and dropped it in the trash. "Could you put a bandage over that for me?" He held out his arm to this rather pale brother when blood began to bead at the sight of the newest hole.
"Venya?" His mother called, sounding a bit excited.
"Yes ma'am?" He stuck his head out of the bathroom to find her kneeling by the blood his twin had lost with a gun in hand.
"This blood...are you hurt?"
"Nope, that's Paulie's."
She looked up at him with surprise. "Here?"
"Hi Mama. No body told you I was coming?" He leaned around his brother to smile at her.
"There is a message on the machine about it." Venya told her as he began clearing all of the plastic wrappers that had come off of the adhesive part of the bandages. Paul put up the extras. "I was fixing to clean up the mess."
"Just what are you two doing in there?" She asked suspiciously.
"I got a few love taps in the elevator and we were taping me back together." He squeaked by Venya and came to give his mother a hug. She kissed him before looking him over. "Come on Mom, I'm fine." He winced as she touched his side, exploring a bruise.
"Oh really, so why do you have to grit your teeth Mr?"
"Because you are poking on a bruise woman." Wu Fei walked in unannounced and leaned on the wall right inside the door. "Now I know I didn't hit you that hard, who'd you tick off."
"You want that list in alphabetical or chronological order? Either way it's a long list that could take a while to review. Hi, what's up? What's your name in normal speed? All I got from Sugar is Wolfy, but I doubt that's anything near close."
"Wu Fei. I was going to kidnap your father, but since he isn't here, I guess I'll have to wait." He gave him a half smile.
"When did you meet?" Garret stepped between them. "Hit him?"
"Chill Mama, we spared in the gym earlier."
"Oh. Nice to know that some people still think they are immortal." She ruffed up his hair before turning to Wu Fei. "Some coffee?"
"Everyone dies, it's what and how much you do before that happens that counts." Wu Fei perched on the arm of the couch nodding to her. She went into the kitchen, leaving them to their chitchat.
"Then you believe men are judged by their works?" Paul asked as he sat in a chair delicately.
"Not by God, but by man yes. Important people in history did more then wake-up every morning and did only what was required. God doesn't care as long as he's in the equation. State your faith and believe it and you have done enough for God. If you share your faith with others, you get brownie points." He said.
Paul opened his mouth to respond, but a knock at the door distracted him from it. Peter opened it. Tiki walked in as he showed his displeasure openly. "What?"
She looked at him for a moment before grabbing the front of his shirt and flipping it up. "It's you. Where's your brother?"
"Oh God, it's the psychotic brat from hell. What do you want Tiki?" Paul glowered at her.
"I just thought I'd give you- the perverted idiotic devil boy- a message before you hear the most discussing news to ever be spoken on this base. It wasn't my idea and I even tried to talk them out of it. You have got to learn to just shut up because I will not listen to your pansy whining."
"Why would I whine?" She put her nose up in the air and began to walk away. He leapt up and pinned her into the wall. "What is it?"
She shrank back from him, fear in her eyes. "Don't hurt me. I don't want to have you move in with me, but they are marrying us." Then she burst into tears and tore out the door.
****"Woah. I think I've been way cruel to Paulie, but he's a nice guy for it all. Yes I know the title was pointless, so what, it was funny and made you curious! Let's find out what more I can think up, on to chapter four!" Azusa Wariko Maxwell****