AN: I'm feeling much better now. I think I got the same sickness my parents had. (go figure lol) anyways. Here's the next chappy!
006 crouched down to see level with the oven. He peered into the little window in the door to check on his cookies. He thought he'd make everyone a snack since he'd had nothing better to do. The oven began to buzz and 006 quickly pulled on an oven mitt and took out the cookies to cool. He couldn't wait to see the looks on his friends' faces when he brought them his treat. He always liked doing things for them. He washed his hands and then began placing the cookies on a plate. He grinned widely as he walked on to the deck and hardly anyone was there. In fact, the only one there was Dr. Gilmore.
"Where is everyone?" he asked curiously. Dr. Gilmore looked up from a tool he was examining.
"I don't know 006. I think they went outside."
"Thank you Dr. Gilmore!" 006 walked over to offer him a cookie and then turned to go to the hatch ladder.
It was a difficult task climbing it with out dropping the plate but somehow he managed. He pushed open the door and poked his head out.
"Hello everyone! Who would like a cookie!?" No one answered except for 002 who quickly grunted,
"No thanks." 006 sighed and climbed all the way up. He observed his friends. They all seemed to be in a sort of trance. He looked down at the plate in his hands. He remembered when he was lucky just to have a scrap of bread...
Chang looked down at the empty tray in his hands. The tax collectors had just left his home. He wanted to cry. Everything he had was gone, all the food at least, and most of his possessions. He sat down on a splintering crate and put his chin in his hands.
"I'm so hungry and there's nothing to eat. I work so hard and yet the taxes just keep increasing." He sighed and stood, going over to the pig pen. A single, scrawny, black pig stood hardly moving at all.
"You're not going to give much food at all." Chang groaned. 'How is it possible that I work so hard and still have no money and nothing to eat!?' he thought as his stomach growled. He looked down at his hands. They were roughed and scratched from all of his working. He ran one of his fingers across one long scratch and winced. His eyes trailed to the ground where he spied a long piece of rope.
"I have nothing left to live for; I might as well just die!" Chang bent down and grabbed the rope, tying it into a noose. He walked slowly towards a dead broken tree and tied the other end to a long knobby branch. He stood on top of another crate and laced the loop around his neck. Bowing his head he said a short prayer and prepared to jump off of the crate. A bullet whizzed above his head and cut through the frayed rope easily. Chang tumbled off the box and hit the ground. His head jolted at the impact of the fall. His eye sight spun and he could barely make out a man with a black suite and dark sunglasses standing over him. Another man came up and they hoisted Chang up and placed him gently in the back of a car...
006 smiled weakly down at the tray of cookies in his hands. His hands that were no longer scratched and callused. He stood there, not moving, wondering if he really did have anything left to live for.
Sorry if it was so short. The next one will likely be too. There just isn't that much happening with 005, 6, 7, and 8 in the manga. Oh well next is 007.