Okay, sorry I had to upload at night. I have bronchitis!!!! It sucks. But anyway, I've been busy today. I can not thank all of you enough for the lovely reviews! You are so kind, all of you. The next chapter will be five pages instead of the normal three as a thank you to you all! Thanks again for reading my fic! And onto chapter 6….
"Holy crap!" Number 1 yelled, hearing as it echoed through the room. Number 2 and himself had been giving Number 4 a thorough physical, not missing any details. They had been at it for almost three hours, doing different tests on the boy who remained comatose through the whole thing. It was in the last few minutes when they had a break through and a large break through it was! "There is a freakin' computer chip lodged in his skin!"
"What?!" Number 2 grabbed a scalpel and ran up to the other boy. "Use this." He said, handing over the sharp tool to the latter.
Number 1 set to work, carefully cutting precise marks to get the offending object out from the others boys skin. It was a delicate process, one that required a lot of precision and it was disheartening as Number 4 never batted an eye brow through the whole procedure. He had remained in his comatose state- his eyes wide and glossy, staring straight ahead- since they had begun to run tests on him. To the other two who were performing the tests, it filled them with worry. "Tweezers!" He set his hand out, his finger gripping the metal tools as Number 2 set them in his hand. "Got it!" He announced proudly, placing it in a Petra dish.
"This is so weird." Number 2 commented while beginning to clean the chip of blood as Number 1 began to apply stitches to the comatose boy's hip. "I would have thought that his body would have rejected it, ya know? I mean, most times when a foreign object is implanted into the body it usually has some kind of reaction. Like swelling or…."
"Yes, I understand. Is the chip cleaned?"
"Cleaned and dried. Should we inform the girls on what we have found? They might want to know. I mean, at least Number 3 would."
"Go get them both. I'm almost finished. When they come back we'll discuss what to do."
"Alright." Number 2 placed the chip into a specimen jar, securely locking the top before walking out of the lab. Making his way through the house, he checked each of the rooms, not finding any source of the two girls. "Number 3 and 5?" He called, making his way up the staircase. It was then the he heard giggling and it was coming from Number 4's room. He invited himself inside and immediately began to laugh as he got a good look at the two girls.
Both, Number's 3 and 5, had gotten out their make-up kits and had given each other makeovers atop Number 4's dresser and bed. The two girls had cleaned up the blond's dresser and had helped themselves to the space they had created. Number 3's eyes were lined in with a black, the lids of her eyes a dark green. She had on deep red lipstick and her cheeks were a rosy pink. Her hair was up in tons of tiny little braids, swirled into a bun. Number 5 didn't look to bad either. Her normally bun ridden hair was now sporting ringlets that were pulled up atop her head. Her eye lids were painted in a bright red and her eyes were surrounded with deep black. Her lips were a reddish-gold, her cheeks a light pink. Both girls seemed not to have noticed the boy who was laughing at them for they just kept on talking and talking.
"Get out!" Number 5's voice suddenly yelled at him, ceasing his laughter. "We given ourselves makeovea's."
"You can have one too, if you want." Number 3 said, placing down a hot curling iron on Number 4's dresser.
"Number 1 wants your presence in the main room." Number 2 announced, watching with interest as Number 5's face turned a bright pink. "We have found something."
"What?" Number 3 yelled, running over to him, their make-up session forgotten. "He's okay right? There was nothing wrong?"
"I think it's better if Number 1 tells you."
Number 3 grabbed onto Number 5 and 2's hands, dragging them out of the room with her. "Let's move it!" She hollered, running to the lab.
"I wanna take off this make-up…."
"No time!"
"But…."
"Deal with it! This is more important!"
When they reached the main room, Number 1 was waiting for them, a remote control in one of his hands. He raised an eye at Number 5, who blushed deeply. "Girl talk?" He asked, smirking slightly at her red face.
"Well… yeah…" She stuttered as Number 2 tugged her hand and her body followed and she fell into a seat.
"You look nice." He told her, causing her to blush even redder. He then cleared his throat, standing up straight. "After extensive testing and research, Number 2 and I have found something imbedded inside Number 4's skin."
"He's alright isn't he?" Number 3 asked impatiently.
"He's still in his comatose like state. Number 2 has cleaned the chip enough for us to watch. I would really rather that some of us," He glanced over at Number 3, who looked nervous and worried. "Would not watch it now. After I watch it then maybe they could…."
He was cut off by Number 3's impatient hiss. "Just start the damn tape and now!!!!"
Hanging his head slightly, he pressed the play button on the remote. The chip was now playing…..
"Holy crap!" Number 1 yelled, hearing as it echoed through the room. Number 2 and himself had been giving Number 4 a thorough physical, not missing any details. They had been at it for almost three hours, doing different tests on the boy who remained comatose through the whole thing. It was in the last few minutes when they had a break through and a large break through it was! "There is a freakin' computer chip lodged in his skin!"
"What?!" Number 2 grabbed a scalpel and ran up to the other boy. "Use this." He said, handing over the sharp tool to the latter.
Number 1 set to work, carefully cutting precise marks to get the offending object out from the others boys skin. It was a delicate process, one that required a lot of precision and it was disheartening as Number 4 never batted an eye brow through the whole procedure. He had remained in his comatose state- his eyes wide and glossy, staring straight ahead- since they had begun to run tests on him. To the other two who were performing the tests, it filled them with worry. "Tweezers!" He set his hand out, his finger gripping the metal tools as Number 2 set them in his hand. "Got it!" He announced proudly, placing it in a Petra dish.
"This is so weird." Number 2 commented while beginning to clean the chip of blood as Number 1 began to apply stitches to the comatose boy's hip. "I would have thought that his body would have rejected it, ya know? I mean, most times when a foreign object is implanted into the body it usually has some kind of reaction. Like swelling or…."
"Yes, I understand. Is the chip cleaned?"
"Cleaned and dried. Should we inform the girls on what we have found? They might want to know. I mean, at least Number 3 would."
"Go get them both. I'm almost finished. When they come back we'll discuss what to do."
"Alright." Number 2 placed the chip into a specimen jar, securely locking the top before walking out of the lab. Making his way through the house, he checked each of the rooms, not finding any source of the two girls. "Number 3 and 5?" He called, making his way up the staircase. It was then the he heard giggling and it was coming from Number 4's room. He invited himself inside and immediately began to laugh as he got a good look at the two girls.
Both, Number's 3 and 5, had gotten out their make-up kits and had given each other makeovers atop Number 4's dresser and bed. The two girls had cleaned up the blond's dresser and had helped themselves to the space they had created. Number 3's eyes were lined in with a black, the lids of her eyes a dark green. She had on deep red lipstick and her cheeks were a rosy pink. Her hair was up in tons of tiny little braids, swirled into a bun. Number 5 didn't look to bad either. Her normally bun ridden hair was now sporting ringlets that were pulled up atop her head. Her eye lids were painted in a bright red and her eyes were surrounded with deep black. Her lips were a reddish-gold, her cheeks a light pink. Both girls seemed not to have noticed the boy who was laughing at them for they just kept on talking and talking.
"Get out!" Number 5's voice suddenly yelled at him, ceasing his laughter. "We given ourselves makeovea's."
"You can have one too, if you want." Number 3 said, placing down a hot curling iron on Number 4's dresser.
"Number 1 wants your presence in the main room." Number 2 announced, watching with interest as Number 5's face turned a bright pink. "We have found something."
"What?" Number 3 yelled, running over to him, their make-up session forgotten. "He's okay right? There was nothing wrong?"
"I think it's better if Number 1 tells you."
Number 3 grabbed onto Number 5 and 2's hands, dragging them out of the room with her. "Let's move it!" She hollered, running to the lab.
"I wanna take off this make-up…."
"No time!"
"But…."
"Deal with it! This is more important!"
When they reached the main room, Number 1 was waiting for them, a remote control in one of his hands. He raised an eye at Number 5, who blushed deeply. "Girl talk?" He asked, smirking slightly at her red face.
"Well… yeah…" She stuttered as Number 2 tugged her hand and her body followed and she fell into a seat.
"You look nice." He told her, causing her to blush even redder. He then cleared his throat, standing up straight. "After extensive testing and research, Number 2 and I have found something imbedded inside Number 4's skin."
"He's alright isn't he?" Number 3 asked impatiently.
"He's still in his comatose like state. Number 2 has cleaned the chip enough for us to watch. I would really rather that some of us," He glanced over at Number 3, who looked nervous and worried. "Would not watch it now. After I watch it then maybe they could…."
He was cut off by Number 3's impatient hiss. "Just start the damn tape and now!!!!"
Hanging his head slightly, he pressed the play button on the remote. The chip was now playing…..
