Disclaimer: I don't BIONICLE, but do own Subject H1, Subject H21, Subject H514, Subject H89, James Masterson, Makuta Xociv, and Sculdar.
Chapter 4: No hope
3 years since first capture
Subject H514
NAME: Shalyn Winter
HAIR COLOR: Blond
EYE COLOR: Blue
GENDER: Female
AGE: 15-years-old
RACE: White
SPECIES: Human
NATIONALTIY: Britain
Notes: According to the records, her family once worked for a crime-lord by the name of "The Minotaur". After they accomplished their mission, he saw no farther use for them and… well, you already know by now. So I found her at an orphanage, all alone in her room. But I didn't take just her, oh no. I sent the entire orphanage to our universe. Some of the test subjects actually died the moment they set foot on this island. Perhaps this universe isn't providing them with the proper energies. Whatever the case, H514 is the only one (from the orphanage) that survived. I've been having a couple of guards keep an eye on her. I can sense the trouble she'll cause for this operation.
Tridax sat his report down on the lab table, pressing his fingers against his forehead. He looked down from a watch tower, gazing down at the courtyard. Numerous test subjects fought to the death in the arena, clashing against one another for survival. Most were rebellious, but some eventually gave in to the Makuta. Still, many such as H1 and H39 refused to surrender. Tridax had increased the security to prevent more… 'Accidents'. He even added a new guard to H1's cell.
Meanwhile, at H1's cell…
H1 was frightened to death. Almost literally. As if the Dark Elemental Energy Shield wasn't bad enough, things only got worse. Hanging above it was something out of a nightmare. The entity was clan in grey-and-silver armor, but the majority of it was a red, organic material. Poisonous spikes were littered across its disgusting form. It was merely around the size of a Matoran (In fact, it used to be a Matoran.), but it barely even looked like one. Its left arm was literally an organic hammer. The left arm was a long, bladed tentacle, followed by another one around the waist. It wore an ash-grey, horned Kanohi Matatu, and the bottom of it was fused to the ceiling above. He snarled and growled at even the slightest movement. Even if the shield were to be removed, the monster above would make quick work out of the 8-year-old.
Meanwhile, with H21 and H89…
H89 stood against one of the many walls, his head bowed in shame. First, h ended being captured by… some alien bastard, and after that, was brainwashed into-. He didn't want to go there. H21, despite still being the same as she is, was now pregnant. She glared at H89.
"This is all your fault!" She screamed at him, grinding her teeth. H89 lifted his head up, angry about the past.
"How's it my fault?!" he shouted back.
"Oh, I don't know." The seductive girl began sarcastically. "Maybe it was because of the fact that YOU RAPED ME!"
Now H89 was pissed off. "My fault? How was MY fault?! That weird smoke fucked up my mind! Besides, you were brainwashed too!" He stomped his feet at the ground.
H21 wanted to argue back, but it was pointless. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. He was the Makuta's fault. They messed up their minds, forcing to make love with one another. The only question was "Why?' Were they experimenting on them, or did they just simply take pleasure in the pain they inflict on others? Mayb-
Suddenly, H21 felt something kick her from the inside. She screamed at the thing kicked more, drawing the attention of H89. He knew what was happening, and rushed to her.
At Sculdar's office…
Sculdar sat at his chair, practically bored to death. There was no excitement, no battle, action. A guard, clan in silver-and-black armor, rushed to the commander.
"Sir, H256's coming to being!" He shouted.
Sculdar was dumbfounded by the report at first, but then he realized he the guard meant.
"Lead me to it." He demanded coldly. The guard nodded and obeyed his orders.
Meanwhile, again.
H21 held the tiny creature in her arms, tears slithering down her cheeks. A smile came across their faces, even if they weren't really husband and wife. H89 at looked H21.
"By the way," He asked. "What's your name?"
H21 looked offended at first, but then smiled. "Hannah South." He spoke softly.
H89 smiled as well. "That's a cute name. Mine's David Weaver."
H21, or rather, Hannah, blushed at the comment. Before she could speak, something flew out of nowhere. It looked like a disk of some sort, but it was moving too fast for her to see it. For a few seconds, it blinded her and her would-be-husband. When they opened their eyes, the baby was gone.
"Jeremy!" David cried out the name of his son, franticly searching for him.
He turned to see his child in the hands of a hunch-backed brute. It wore red armor and a spiked helmet, carrying a launcher of some sort. Beside it was another one, but much larger. It wore lime-green and red armor, and a lime-green helmet. He had mandibles as a mouth, forming what appeared to be a frown. David charged at the leader, but the red grunt fired another disk. The man was dissolved by the projectile's touch. Hannah, horrified by this, made a run for it past the beings. She made a left turn down the hall, knocking over another guard. She ran for a few minutes, taking random turns. She bumped into something hard and metallic, sending her to the ground. When she tried to get back up, something stabbed her in the chest.
A green, snake-like creature snarled at her. It had spikes along its long back, a hissing sound coming from under it as well. The creature tapped into its power, sending a green mist into her bloodstream. She gasped for a moment, and then she collapsed. Hannah didn't rise again. Sculdar walked toward the creature, nodding to it.
"It's good to have soldiers like these around." He spoke to the other guards as they gathered around the dead body. They turned to the Lerahk before them. It gave another hiss, scaring the guards as they stepped back a couple steps. Sculdar, however, didn't. He turned to them.
"Dispose of the trash." He said as he took the baby from one of them. "I'll take the package to Mutran."
But as he was leaving, he felt a slight headache. He growled as he pressed his fingers on his forehead, trying to suppress the pain.
Meanwhile… AGAIN.
A tall figure, clad in blue-and gold armor, stood beside the outer walls. She wore a Kanohi Rua, and wielded a bladed spear. It was quite obvious that this was a Toa of Psionics. She ran to a boat, hidden under some ruble. She used her lifted them into the air before sending into the Silver Sea. She then boarded the boat, sailing it to the west.
Unknown location…
The Toa of Psionics docked her boat at a beach, its sands as red as blood. The tress around it dies long ago, during the Dark Hunter/Brotherhood of Makuta war. This land was a battlefield between these once mutual allies. No one knows what happened or who won, but they do know of the aftermath left behind. She walked along its coasts; sicken by the dead plants around her. She stopped at a dead tree, knocking on it. Beside her, one of the stones moved, revealing a hidden tunnel, which went down into the darkness. She wandered in the darkness, with no source of light. She didn't need that. She could read the minds of the small Rahi down here, see what they see. And she saw another figure moving. She felt the presence of it as well, holding her blade tightly. When it was in range, she swung it, holding the staff to his throat.
A small flare lit the chamber. A Toa of Fire, wearing a yellow Pehuki-shaped Miru. He grinned a little the Ce-Toa's response.
"Fancy seeing you here, Teacher." He laughed. The female Toa rolled her eyes. "you found what you were looking for?" She nodded.
"The Makuta are up to something, alright." She responded. "And it's big."
"What are they doing?" Came a voice from the darkness.
The Toa turned to see another one, clan in purple-and-black armor. He wore a purple Pakari, orange eyes glowing behind the mask. He wielded a key-shaped sword; black from the smog it was covered in.
"Yagvi." Whispered the Ce-Toa.
The Ba-Toa turned to her. "Jismal." Then to the Ta-Toa. "Lanous."
Lanous grinned again. "So, what's up, chronicler?" He spoke in a deep, brutish, British-like voice.
Yagvi, the group's chronicler, sighed. "Nothing really. As always. Did you find it, Jismal?"
Jismal, the leader of the group, nodded.
"Yep. They're modifying a spieces of some sort. 'Humans', I believe they're called."
Lanous turned to Yagvi. "Never heard of them."
Lanous scratched his head. "ya sure that's their name?"
Jismal nodded. "Possitive. I've heard that their outsider, actually."
The two Toa got bug-eyed.
"You mean..?" Yagiv began.
"As in from OUTSIDE the universe?!" Lanous finished for his friend. Jismal silently nodded.
"This isn't good. Makuta are bad enough, but from another world.." Lanous didn't need to finish.
"How're we going to shut it down?!" Yagvi asked.
Jismal sighed. I don't know yet. I'll need time to plan." She departed, heading toward her private chamber. Yagvi went back to recording the events that pasted, shaken by the news. Deep down, he wanted to do something about it, but right now, there's nothing.
Of all the things the Makuta had to do, He began. They had to abduct innocent outsiders?! He growled at the thought of it. The Makuta were Manas, true. After all, he was once a Toa Hagah for one of them. But an action like that… that was just impossible…
If they can abduct aliens now… Yagiv thought to himself. Then we're in BIG trouble…