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The lights came on so suddenly that Number 3 almost went blind from the bright flash. She opened her eyes slowly at first to adjust her sight to the brightness. It was then that she saw him. From the shock of it she let out a small inaudible sound. He was just sitting on the step, watching them, his eyes mostly on her though. His clothing was replaced by black gauze that wrapped tightly around his body, some loose pieces falling in rivulets around him. "Wallabee..." She breathed out, taking a step forward toward him.
"Don't!" Number 1 yelled over to her, gripping her shoulder in a vice like grip.
"Let me go!" She yelled at him, yanking her shoulder out of his grasp. "He's here."
"Something's not right." Number 5 told her, taking a step forward catching up to her pace. "Number 4." She addressed the boy. "Are you alright?"
The boy just looked at them, not blinking just staring at them.
Number 1 took a couple steps forward till he was a couple paces away from the boy. "Number 4, we've come to wake you up. You need to wake up, Wallabee. Without you was not a team."
The boy showed no sign that he heard him.
"Let Number 5 try to handle this." The capped girl said, taking a step forward. "Hey, Number 4, ya kinda need to wake up. We's can't be a team without ya. Plus, we need some muscles in our group and you's the only one who's got 'em."
He cocked his head to the side, looking at her deeply. "Why are you here?" He asked, deadpan.
"You don't remember us?" Number 3 asked, taking a bold step forward.
"Who ever you are, you must be destroyed. No one gets out of here alive. This place is dead." He held his arm out to the side, his eyes still fixed on them. A sword suddenly shot out of his palm, tendrils of skin and blood falling to the floor. "It shall remain dead." He jumped in the air, the sword trained out in front of him.
Number 2 stopped typing for a moment. His stomach rumbled loudly causing him to place a hand on top of it. He looked over, noticing that all the pizza that Number 3 and himself had baked was all gone. Slowly, he pushed his chair back, took off his headset, and exited the room. The kitchen wasn't too far away and he knew that the refrigerator was stocked with food.
"Jump!" Number 1 yelled out as he rolled over to the side to dodge the sword that Number 4 possessed. The blond landed where he was just standing, his sharp sword still trained in his hand. "What the hell are you doing?" Number 1 cried out, getting up off the ground.
"All shall remain dead!" He was then up again, this time slicing at Number 5, who nimbly dodged with a couple of back flips.
"Number 2 give us some weapons!" Number 1 yelled into the mouthpiece of his headset. There was silence on the other line. "Number 2?" When there was still no answer, he gave up, instead going over to see if Number 5 was okay while the blond wielding the sword went after Number 3. "Are you okay?" He asked his eyes deep.
She gave him a small smile. "I'm okay. We've got to get some weapons." She told him, splitting from his as the pointed sword came toward them.
"Number 2!" An angry Number 1 yelled.
Number 2 got back into the room, a sandwich in one hand along with a bag of chips and a soda in the other. He placed the items back on the counter and put his head set back on top of his head. He began to munch away at his sandwich, thinking only of ham, cheese, and mayo on rye bread.
"Number 2!" Number 1's voice sounded angry in his ear.
"Something the matter?" Number 2 asked through a mouthful of sandwich.
"Where the heck have you been? We're being attacked!"
"By what?"
Number 1 rolled his eyes as he jumped to the side to dodge the sword. "Just give us some shields or weapons!"
"We'll Number 1. I really wish I could but I can't unless you tell me what's attacking you!"
"WHAT?"
"I really want to know."
"It's Number 4 with a sword!"
"Really? Tell him hi for me!"
"Ahhh!" Number 5 cried out, clutching her stomach.
Number 1 instantly ran to her side, forgetting everything else but the painful cry she had let out. "Number 5!" Before she fell he caught her, lowering her to the ground.
"It hurts!" She moaned, clutching her stomach in which blood flowed freely, soaking her shirt.
"Don't worry!" Number 1 said, placing her head in his lap. "Everything will be alright."
Number 5 gave him a small smile. "It won't. I'm dying."
"No your not!" Number 1 yelled. "You're going to be fine. You can't die, I love you."
Her eyes began to flutter, her breathing shallower. "I love you too." And then she was gone.
The lights came on so suddenly that Number 3 almost went blind from the bright flash. She opened her eyes slowly at first to adjust her sight to the brightness. It was then that she saw him. From the shock of it she let out a small inaudible sound. He was just sitting on the step, watching them, his eyes mostly on her though. His clothing was replaced by black gauze that wrapped tightly around his body, some loose pieces falling in rivulets around him. "Wallabee..." She breathed out, taking a step forward toward him.
"Don't!" Number 1 yelled over to her, gripping her shoulder in a vice like grip.
"Let me go!" She yelled at him, yanking her shoulder out of his grasp. "He's here."
"Something's not right." Number 5 told her, taking a step forward catching up to her pace. "Number 4." She addressed the boy. "Are you alright?"
The boy just looked at them, not blinking just staring at them.
Number 1 took a couple steps forward till he was a couple paces away from the boy. "Number 4, we've come to wake you up. You need to wake up, Wallabee. Without you was not a team."
The boy showed no sign that he heard him.
"Let Number 5 try to handle this." The capped girl said, taking a step forward. "Hey, Number 4, ya kinda need to wake up. We's can't be a team without ya. Plus, we need some muscles in our group and you's the only one who's got 'em."
He cocked his head to the side, looking at her deeply. "Why are you here?" He asked, deadpan.
"You don't remember us?" Number 3 asked, taking a bold step forward.
"Who ever you are, you must be destroyed. No one gets out of here alive. This place is dead." He held his arm out to the side, his eyes still fixed on them. A sword suddenly shot out of his palm, tendrils of skin and blood falling to the floor. "It shall remain dead." He jumped in the air, the sword trained out in front of him.
Number 2 stopped typing for a moment. His stomach rumbled loudly causing him to place a hand on top of it. He looked over, noticing that all the pizza that Number 3 and himself had baked was all gone. Slowly, he pushed his chair back, took off his headset, and exited the room. The kitchen wasn't too far away and he knew that the refrigerator was stocked with food.
"Jump!" Number 1 yelled out as he rolled over to the side to dodge the sword that Number 4 possessed. The blond landed where he was just standing, his sharp sword still trained in his hand. "What the hell are you doing?" Number 1 cried out, getting up off the ground.
"All shall remain dead!" He was then up again, this time slicing at Number 5, who nimbly dodged with a couple of back flips.
"Number 2 give us some weapons!" Number 1 yelled into the mouthpiece of his headset. There was silence on the other line. "Number 2?" When there was still no answer, he gave up, instead going over to see if Number 5 was okay while the blond wielding the sword went after Number 3. "Are you okay?" He asked his eyes deep.
She gave him a small smile. "I'm okay. We've got to get some weapons." She told him, splitting from his as the pointed sword came toward them.
"Number 2!" An angry Number 1 yelled.
Number 2 got back into the room, a sandwich in one hand along with a bag of chips and a soda in the other. He placed the items back on the counter and put his head set back on top of his head. He began to munch away at his sandwich, thinking only of ham, cheese, and mayo on rye bread.
"Number 2!" Number 1's voice sounded angry in his ear.
"Something the matter?" Number 2 asked through a mouthful of sandwich.
"Where the heck have you been? We're being attacked!"
"By what?"
Number 1 rolled his eyes as he jumped to the side to dodge the sword. "Just give us some shields or weapons!"
"We'll Number 1. I really wish I could but I can't unless you tell me what's attacking you!"
"WHAT?"
"I really want to know."
"It's Number 4 with a sword!"
"Really? Tell him hi for me!"
"Ahhh!" Number 5 cried out, clutching her stomach.
Number 1 instantly ran to her side, forgetting everything else but the painful cry she had let out. "Number 5!" Before she fell he caught her, lowering her to the ground.
"It hurts!" She moaned, clutching her stomach in which blood flowed freely, soaking her shirt.
"Don't worry!" Number 1 said, placing her head in his lap. "Everything will be alright."
Number 5 gave him a small smile. "It won't. I'm dying."
"No your not!" Number 1 yelled. "You're going to be fine. You can't die, I love you."
Her eyes began to flutter, her breathing shallower. "I love you too." And then she was gone.
