Chapter 9: Realization

So I haven't quite given up on this story, if that's what you thought. I'm pretty sure this is the worst chapter that I've written for multiple reason. One, I'm on vacation, so I wasn't really paying attention to what I was typing. Two, I'm also pretty sure this is the smallest chapter besides the first few. Three, there is a 99% chance there is at least one spelling error. But besides that, I hope you'll enjoy this bad bad chapter.

No P.O.V., 3 hours, 5 minutes following "Living Hell": 5:55 P.M.

"How do you think he will react?" asked a faint voice.

"I do not know, but I am certain it will not be pleasant," replied another, a more familar voice.

Jay opened his eyes, and saw the forms of four people, or rather, Nindroids. Not suprisingly, one of them was Zane. The reprogrammed ninja had taken his hand.

A fact Jay had forgotten about, until he checked his left hand, only to realize that it was no longer there. He blinked, then again, and again. Still no hand, only a stump. The re-discovery shook him to his core.

The lightning elemental sighed. "You really did it didn't you?"

Zane just nodded. "Do not worry, we will have a prosthetic ready for you soon. It'll be better than your pathetic excuse of a hand."

"Like I'd take anything from you of all people!" The blue ninja spat.

"So you want to play that game, eh? Guess I might have to take your other hand," Zane replied, playing with a ball of ice in his hand.

The amputee yelped. "No. No. Zane, don't do this. This isn't you! You wouldn't do this!"

"You're right," he hissed. "But I'm not the Zane you knew."

The former white ninja walked out of the room, finally allowing Jay to sleep. Again.

Cole P.O.V., 4 hours following "Living Hell": 6:50 P.M.

It's amazing what pain can do to the human mind. It makes you think of things you would have never thought of before. I was never one to distrust people, especially not my own brothers. Was.

Four hours of torment. Four hours. The weight increase was now twenty pounds per twenty-five minutes, assuming my math was right. Even with my basic math skills, I knew it meant that I have been carrying at least a hundred and eighty-one pounds over the span of this excruciating torture. And all of this was planned by Zane.

For a while now, I've been trying to create a strong enough tremor to free myself, while the same guard just watched me struggle with a blank look on his face. At last, I created a powerful tremor in the earth, freeing me. The guard jumped up instantaneously, pressing a button, probably to alert Zane that I had escaped. So I did what any good brother would do.

I waited.

Maybe three minutes later, Zane came bursting in, along with the one they called B-7-9-1, and the guard that was assigned to me.

"How?" Asked the guard, astonished.

"Fool. He clearly used his element to free himself. Apparently you didn't inject enough suppresants into his bloodstream," scolded Zane, who was now what I assumed to be Cyrptor's second in command. Cryptor. I'm gonna kill that bastard when I get outta here.

"So, now that I'm out, does that mean I can walk free and wait to collect my brothers, or do I have to get through you guys first?" I asked sarcastically, positioning myself into an aggresive stance.

"Ha! Real funny Cole, really," Zane sneered.

"Ya know what? I really don't like the new you, Zane. Now I'm gonna try extra hard to knock you out," I replied, and I meant every word.

"B-7, get out here. You too, grunt, and get far away. The boy is mine now," Zane said, calm and cool, as he always was.

Naturally, I struck first. I poorly jabbed at Zane, knowing his next move. Exactly as I had predicted, he dodged and swung back with his left, his dominant side. I grabbed his hand and twisted it back, severing vital wires in his arm, rendering it useless. I did the same with his right leg, making him pretty much useless.

Looking around the room, I found what I was looking for; a torture chair, complete with leather straps for each limb. I grabbed Zane by the collar, and dragged him up onto the chair. After strapping him down, I opened his chest panel, searching for his power switch. Finally, I found it, saving me the hassle of knocking him out, like with a human being.

"Time to find Jay," I muttered to myself.

Jay P.O.V., 15 minutes following Cole's escape: 7:05 P.M.

"Jay! Jay! Wake up! Jay! yelled a voice. Ugh, someone's yelling again. Probably Mom.

"Go away Mom. I don't want to go to school yet," I muttered.

"What? No! Jay, it's me! Cole! Now get up, I need you to fix Zane!"

Wait, Cole? Huh, I guess I should get up. I opened my eyes and saw Cole, not so patiently waiting for me to get up.

"So you somehow managed to turn off Zane?" I asked groggily.

"Yeah! Now get up, we need both of you guys to get Kai!" Cole replied.

"Alrighty then, lead the way!" I jumped up, ready to fix my brother.

After running around for a few minutes, courtesy of Cole's horrible navigational skills, we walked into the room that Zane was supposedly in. The proceeding scene was gruesome, or at least to any mechanic or engineer. The poor guy had an arm and a leg comepletly bent, almost to the point of tearing apart.

"Whoa! What did you do to him?! This is horrible!" I yelled.

"Yeah, I know, but you can, like, fix him, right?" Cole asked nervously.

"Of course I can fix him, but I'm gonna need an extra pair of hands," I gestured towards him.

"Me? Oh, no, I'm no good with this type of stuff!" Cole tried to get out of his new job, but I yanked him back.

Long story short, after a few hours of messing with Zane's control panel and fixing his limbs, we were finally ready to turn him back on. I flipped the "On" switch and a soft voice indicated the beginning of the process to wake up our brother.

"Beginning reboot process," it said in a monotone voice.

Another three minutes later, Zane started to open his eyes. He blinked a few times, then began to notice his surroundings. One look at the leather straps, and he started to freak a little. He tried to pull at them, but it was clear that his strength wasn't completely restored yet. Then, he saw us, and a pretty frightening look flashed across his face.

*Gasp* Sorry for the cliffhanger, I'm still busy on vacation. Also note, this chapter was not edited or revised, so mistakes are due. I know I said that I'll get chapters up every week, two at the longest, but I have things to do, so if it takes more than what I say, don't think I've given up or forgotten.