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Operation: P.I.C.T.U.R.E.
Problems
Involving
Complicated
Teenagers
Unable to
Release
Emotions
Writing Operative: Ukiby3000 a.k.a. KibyMoon
Chapter 4: Down and Out
Initianting Transmission...
Out (adv.) 1. Outside. 2. Absent. 3. To everyone, in all directions.
4. Exhaustion.
After two hours of fighting, the KND and the DC where extremelly tired.
Donovan and Walabbe were taking turns cutting each other with the only sword in the room and their blood was spread all over the room's floor. The two were breathing heavilly and the sword was in the Aussie's hand.
"We are both ruined, right?" asked Number 4 to the tall boy. "End of fight?"
"This fight will only finish when one of us die," Donovan answered in a kind of mechanical tone. But, suddenly, Donovan's eyes recovered their emotion and the boy fell on his knees, spitting some blood.
Number 4 relaxed a little and asked: "Back to the 'real' you?".
"Kind of... Father didn't expect any of us coming out of the mind control. He thought that we would fight 'till death." He looked down to all the blood on the floor and just sighed.
"Wasted blood," Walabbe said, sitting on the floor and looking at the bloody iron sword.
"Now that I'm out of the hypnosis, I feel a lot of pain. But it is very good. It tells me I'm myself again. It tells me I'm alive."
"And now, who won?"
"I don't know. Probably you, because I don't want to fight anymore. And I think you don't want too."
"You're right. And what will happen if you and your brothers lose?"
"I don't know, but the most probable thing is that Father will kill us. It was our last chance."
"Kill you all? What kind of psychotic father is him?"
"The kind that likes to spank us. If I wasn't with all this cuts on my skin, you would see my scars."
At Miette and Hoagie's fighting room, the girl's nose was bleeding and like the boy she was with lot of purple bruises on her white skin.
"Why you never give up you fat stupid boy?"
"Well, why don't YOU give up?"
They were facing each other, both sweating and looking very tired.
"You look a little bit tired," Hoagie said "Why don't we give a little break?"
"Shut up! You're a pathetic, weak kid and need to be destroyed!"
"You'll never give up, right?" the boy asked again, preparing his SPLANKER to hit the manipulated girl once more.
"Not until I kill you!" she shouted, running towards the boy with her staff prepared to hit him pretty hard.
On the other room, where Kuki and Albin were fighting, the girl was taking more and more advantage of the situation. The blond's eyes were still a little bit damaged by the lemonade and he was still without his other katana, that was with Kuki so then they could fight in an equilibrated way.
"You little irritating girl! Stay still!"
Kuki was jumping and dancing around Albin and with this she was dodging from his attacks very well and in the process, she was also attacking, but she just was giving some soft cut on the other boy. She didn't want to hurt him too much.
"You need to be faster!" the japonese girl said, smilling and jumping around the boy.
At this time, in the other room, Nadine had run out of arrows and was now trying to punch and kick Nigel the way she could, but she wasn't very good at body fight. She was now with more bruises than the boy and was feeling really tired.
"You... You..." she said looking down. Her fists clenched and her nose bleeding.
"Calm down girl. You're too nervous. You should relax sometimes."
"SHUT UP!!" she yelled and went to attack him again.
Finally, at the last room, where Abigail and Kasen were fighting, the boy had already recovered himself from the mind control and now he was just facing the girl on the other side of the room. Both of them were tired, but they were ready to attack at any time.
"You fight well girl."
"You too. Abigail thought that you and your brothers were a bunch of lazy kids that didn't like to do nothing with your hands."
"Our father force us to do this. Maybe we would be doing something else with our free time if he wasn't around."
"Abigail understands. And if you don't agree with them..."
"You get a really haevy punishment. Here is like this. You can't step out of the line not even a second."
"Sad... very sad."
At this time, Father was now angry like a beast. He realized that Donovan and Kasen were already out of the mind control and the others were taking too much disvantage on their fights.
"Those stupid kids!" he said loudly "They can't do nothing right! They are a bunch of failures. Like their mother," Then, pressing the same button he pressed before, he ordered loudly: "Stop fighting. Come back."
Miette, Albin and Nadine automatically stopped and went out of the room by the same door that they entered. Kasen and Donovan stayed some seconds more, just to face a little bit more Number 5 and 4. Then, they went as well.
A couple of days later, at the KND tree house...
"Are you OK Number 4?" asked Number 5 still a little bit worried about the blond boy. He was still with some scars from the fight and was the more confused of all the KND that fought that night.
"Yeah, I'm alright. I just need to go out for a while. I stayed too much time inside of the tree house." The boy said, going out. He wanted to stay alone to think more about what happened in that night. He also was thinking about the DC, because they didn't appear anymore to bother then. All that looked very strange.
At the Delightful's mansion...
Things were strangely fine. Father didn't punish any of the children after the fight. He was just quieter than before and was now passing all his days locked on his bedroom. The DC weren't ordered to do anything all those days, and it all looked very strange to all of them. Specially for Nadine, Miette and Albin, that didn't remember a thing about that night.
The short girl and the blond boy were standing in front of their Father's bedroom door, trying to figure out what was happening.
"Why he stays all day long here?" Miette asked to her brother.
"I don't know. He's like this since that night we don't remember anything."
"Isn't that weird? I mean, us and Nadine don't remember a single fact about that night. The last thing we all remember is that we were entering on that strange machine that father built."
"The weirdest thing is that Donovan and Kasen are hidding from us what happened."
"You are right. Why are they doing this?"
"I don't know. The only thing I know is that we have more questions than answers."
At Nadine's bedroom...
The blond girl was looking at her bow and trying to think how some stains of blood appeared in its soft wood.
She didn't remember, but, while she was fighting, Nigel have been able to came closer to her while she was shooting her arrows and some of his blood that was coming out from the hole that her arrow made on the boy's shoulder had spattered on her weapon.
But, she didn't remember anything. It was all very confusing.
At the same time, at the kitchen, Kasen was sat at the table, with a glass of water in front of him and he was looking at it like he had nothing better to do. Then, Donovan entered and sat at the table too. He started to look at some crumbs of bread on the table and then started to follow a little ant that was walking by the wooden surface of the furniture.
"So?" Kasen said, breaking the silence, but still looking at the glass.
"I think he'll do something, but I don't know when and how," The tall boy answered, still tracking the little ant.
"Do you think we should tell the others about that night?"
"No."
"But they are confused," The helmeted boy said, looking at his brother.
"I know, but I don't want to see them suffer more."
"They are suffering more this way than if we tell them!" Kasen said loud, hitting his fist at the table.
"So you go tell them. I'm not going," Donovan said, still looking down to the wood.
"You're a jerk!" the other boy shouted, raising from his chair and going out of the room. Nadine, that was at the door, looked at him go away, and then looked at Donovan. Her two bothers were as strange as her Father those past days. She just looked down and sighed, before entering on the kitchen to grab a glass of milk for her. Donovan didn't say a thing. She stayed in silence too.
When it was already dark, and all of the DC were already on their bedrooms, sleeping or just laying on their beds, Father went out of his bedroom. He looked tired and his pace was slow. Then, he stopped in front of Nadine's bedroom door and stayed there for something about twenty or thirdy seconds, before entering.
Her bedroom was dark and she was already in deep sleep. Father stopped by the side of her bed and started to look at her. Deep of his heart, all that he wanted to do was to suffocate the little girl in her sleep. But, he just stayed there, standing next to her, in the dark of the night. What he was doing there, not even him knew very well.
Then, after he could realize, he was already with a pillow on his hands. The next step was just suffocate the girl, but, he was still a little bit unsure if that was really what he wanted. After passing so many days locked on his bedroom with his demons, he started to reconsider some things.
But then, in his mind, came that night that all his children fought and lost. And, he said to them that was their last chance.
With this thought in mind, he smilled devilish in the darkness of the bedroom and was already placing the pillow properly on the girl's face. All that he needed to do was press it against her and she would be dead in seconds.
Suddenly, Father shook his head and he was back to the bedroom door. He was just imagining all that. He looked at his hands. No pillow. The door was still closed. He gave a deep breath and continued to walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to drink.
He sat at the table and started to drink. When he finished, he stayed sat there, in the dark, just pondering some things inside his mind.
"You finally went out," Said someone behind Father.
"You were always crafty, right Donovan?" Father answered, without looking back at his son.
"That's me. What are you doing?" the boy asked, leaning on the kitchen wall.
"Nothing at all. Just wanted to go out for a while. I though you were all sleeping."
"I never sleep early. What do you do in that bedroom?"
"Why do you want to know? Think that I'm planning to kill you all?"
"Well, this possibility ran through my mind. And, if you want me to stop thinking like this, you need to tell me what you do all day long in that bedroom."
"See Donovan, my son, I passed all my life trying to fight against rude and unpolite children. Even before knowing your mother. Then, she appeared and gave birth of you five, and I wanted you all to be perfect. And, when she died..." Father gave a deep breath, stopped for some seconds, and then continued: "I swore to myself that you all would grow up being perfect and without any failure. But see, I failed on my mission. You are almost perfect. But this, for me, isn't enough."
"I see. And you father? Are you perfect?"
This question hit Father hard. He never thought about that. He never thought about his faults and defects. He never thought about the great failure that he was. But, he didn't want to admit it. Not in front one of one of his children.
"Of course I am," And, creating a fireball with his hand, he said: "And, if you ask this again, you will have one more scar to your collection. And remember that you collection is bigger than anyone's."
"I know father. I know," He said almost whispering. He couldn't be able to find any answer from the questions that were in his mind. He still didn't know what Father would do. And he was a little bit scared with that.
Father made the fireball disappear and rose from his chair. Then he said, going out of the kitchen by the door where Donovan was. But, before going, he said: "You're playing with fire boy. You're always playing with fire. Someday you will burn yourself."
"Not if I throw water at the fire before," The boy said still leaning on the wall. Father didn't reply and just continued to walk to his bedroom.
Notes:
1) Yes, review, please!! (now the anonnymous reviews are on!!)
2) Next chapter will come next week (I hope...). Liked this fourth chapter??
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