Authors Note: Yah another chapter sorry for the wait. If there was huge at that... Em... Yeah... Okay... Well thanks to the (same) two people that reviewed Nay!
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Tala just stared at the boy once he had told his story unsure on how to react. Tala was pondering on who had the worst experience...He didn't know him well enough to hug him surely. Tala wanted a hug when he had realised what he had done - but who would want a stranger to hug them?
Yet the boy stopped crying after a short time, Tala was going to explain what he had done to his parents. Though who would want to hear that the person they were sharing a room with had killed their parents?
The boys sat there for another hour or so, in silence while their young minds tried to understand the situation.
Of course they could not and the silence was soon taken over by chatter. Anything to stop the memories of those terrible nights from coming back.
"When did you get here?" Tala whispered as if the walls themselves were trying to listen in on their conversation.
Bryan looked up at the taller redheaded child, he didn't know why this boy wouldn't leave him alone or shut up. But the talking stopped Tala from thinking about that night everything changed, it stopped him remembering this was now his reality.
Bryan wiggled his nose finding the room rather cold - he hadn't noticed before.
"Last night..." Bryan blinked wondering when the other boy got taken from his home. A thought popped into his mind about Tala. Had he killed his parents on purpose?
"I just got here." Tala sat back, against the freezing wall. It was a horrible room.
There was another short silence and Bryan turned to look at his roommate for the time being.
He had his eyes closed and he was sitting like he had no care in the world. Bryan narrowed his eyes. Hating the fact that this Tala could forget things so easily.
But Tala's memory could only stay on that one night when the sound had come and killed his parents... But then again he was told that it was him... So why did he kill his parents?
"I hope... I'm allowed to make other friends here." Tala opened his eyes and smiled, hoping that maybe Bryan would count him as a friend.
"The guards aren't very nice..." Tala went on, Bryan did not say a word but continued to glare at the older boy.
"No there not..." Bryan looked down at his feet and decided that he wanted to stand up, since his feet were beginning to get numb from the awkward position he was sitting in.
The flickering light went off, leaving the two boys in stunned silence and complete darkness.
Bryan blinked looking around for the boy he had just started talking to, he started crying loudly again and sat back down. Terrified.
"What's the matter?" Tala enquired wondering what could be wrong with the boy - he was fine just a few seconds ago.
Tala was at his side so, he knew where he was directing his quiet voice. His own crying and yelling had caused his throat to go raw... It hurt to talk, but he was curious.
"I..." The boy stuttered, he hide his head trying to stop looking into the eternal darkness. Bryan knew that Tala was beside him but it made his skin crawl to think that something was touching him - he would rather be alone when he was in the dark - or at least nothing touching him. Even if he was sacred... Even if he was scared of the dark...Now.
"The dark..." Bryan choked on his words and started sobbing again as Tala tried to puzzle it all together and came up with a fairly easy answer.
"You don't like the dark?" Tala heard the other boy sniffed and heard a rustle of clothing as if the boy were nodding.
Tala wondered what he could do to stop his newly found friend from crying. He sighed unable to think.
Meanwhile Bryan continued to remember the dark night that surrounded the flaming house his mum and dad were killed in. How something he didn't find scary before he had no idea... How the dark could be this frightening.
The door opened and the two boys grabbed onto one another when they saw one of the most scariest person they had ever seen. He had some mask on... With red gleaming eyes... Purple hair too. He had the smile that haunted the two boys.
The boys were saved from there horrible cell. Put placed into a different one, much like a training room. There was two people, one looked just older than Tala, and the other was an older man with green-dyed hair.
The room much to Bryans relief was bright and didn't have the cold feeling that the other room had.
Bryan and Tala stayed latched onto one another as they had no idea what was happening and instinctively thought that they would both be okay if they stayed together.
The older boy, with blonde hair watched them sadly, he'd been there for around a month and still he had not spoke a word after the incident - he hadn't been given the chance to talk to anyone his age - or around his own age anyway...
The boys were given a bag each - they both found it incredibly heavy. But fear of dropping it made their grip slightly better. The green-dyed man spoke some quick orders and insults at the blonde boy and Bryan and Tala winced even though they were not directed at themselves.
"You're pathetic, you are a peace of complete rubbish - no wonder you're so slow you fat shit!"
The two boys blinked they had never heard language like that before - they had been told it was wrong and naughty to swear to anyone. But here was an adult doing so... This place that they were in some how managed to break every rule they had been taught at home.
Soon the blonde boy nodded and scanned over the two boys in front of him. He didn't seem half affected by what the man had shouted in his face.
Tala frowned, fear was visible in his eyes, Bryan however just showed anger, he was glaring and had let go of Tala. The man with the green hair had disappeared from the room, and it was this boys job to help - or to tell the two boys what they were to do.
The blonde boy walked over, while Bryan and Tala both stared at him. Surely he wouldn't do anything since he himself was only a child.
"Open the bags you were handed." Handed? They were flung in a direction in which they stood. It was surprising that the rucksack bags didn't end up landing miles behind them.
Tala and Bryan looked at each other, wondering if they should do as they were told.
"Okay." Tala answered, placing the bag on the floor and looking into it.
"It wasn't a question." The blonde boy looked down at the other boys. He was certainly taller than them.
"Why are you here?" Tala asked, looking up, he had thought that maybe this was a prison and that everyone in it had done something - like kill their parents by mistake.
The blonde boy said nothing but crossed his arms and glared. Tala just gulped and went back to staring at the items in the heavy bag.
Bryan turned curious, now he did want to know why this older looking boy was in here too. There weren't a lot of children he had seen in here.
"What happened?" Bryan cocked his head to one side and waited for and answer. But all he received was a whack on the back of the head.
"That is not your business or your concern..." He spoke slowly as if he was thinking about each word. Even though he was slow at talking his voice reached the back of the room.
"I killed my parents..." Tala sniffed hating the words that ran from his mouth. The blonde boy blinked as if it had struck a cord.
"I set my house on fire...Killed mum and dad too." Bryan mumbled and the blonde looked between the two of them.
He'd been there for a year. Though the images on when he was taken here where engraved into his skull. The memories always came at night - in his dream, that would turn them into screaming nightmares.
Oh how he wanted to get back at BioVolt, taking everyone away from their lives like that. Everything he tried to do... Ended up wrong or just not 'done quickly enough.'
"I do not care..." Bryan and Tala frowned, it was his voice that caught him out. He sounded sad, and also tired. "What happened, how did you get here?" Tala asked again, hoping this time the boy would open up a little.
"Why should I trouble you with my memories?" The boy continued as if suddenly remembered what the task at hand was.
"Put the overalls on, and the visor." He stated, he tried to drag his thoughts away from what had happened.
"My names Tala, this is Bryan..." He pointed over to the lilac haired boy as he stood frowning at the blonde boy. "Eh...What's your name?" Tala forced a smile, which the boy snorted at but decided to tell.
"Spencer."
The two boy's blinked and smiled, finally a name that they could call the boy.
"So Spencer...? How did you end up here?" Bryan and Tala thought that maybe if they did as they were told for now they would be given more information about how this 'Spencer' got here.
There was only a ruffle of clothes as Tala and Bryan ended up placing the overalls that had many colours stained to it. The thought that it was meant to be white made Bryan almost sick.
"I was taken from my home... Forcefully." Spencer stated, turning around and walking off, leaving two very confused children.
Upon reaching the door to leave he still could not take the imagines from his head. His nightmares would be worse now that he thought at what had happened.
Spencer hated BioVolt, of course he was only what - seven? But when he had been kidnapped, which felt so long ago. There had been mass media on his story - that he knew, because it was the reason why Boris hated him so much.
Boris had once told him that he nearly brought the Abbey to a close because it was under so much suspicion, pity those arrogant police didn't into too much detail because they thought that an old coot like Boris couldn't do something like that...
Pity it didn't bring it to a close then children, even younger than himself would be taken. Like Tala and Bryan. Though, if it had been closed, where would he go?
He could still remember everything that happened, there wouldn't be enough time in his own life to heal what he had seen.
Spencer had never knew his mum and dad. Never - he was always taken care of by his grandmother. She was pretty active for... A grandmother...
At about the age five, Spencer done most things around the house, like tidy up and make some easy-made meals for him and his dear grandmother just so she didn't need to go to any trouble. He liked helping, even though he didn't have many friends at school he didn't care. He liked to help.
It wasn't as if he was lonely he liked to just sit and talk to her about anything and everything but sometimes. She would nod off and Spencer would think that maybe he would be alone for more than a day.
That day, when he six... On his birthday...
His grandmother had gone out and bought a cake, and everything. Spencer could remember being so happy and excited until a knock at the door came. Naturally, Spencer went and opened the door.
There were many men outside of the house, many as in around twenty covered in black clothing. Spencer blinked and then made a feeble effort to close the door. Fear suddenly was the main emotion on his mind.
Even when he tried as hard as he could he seemed to fail at almost everything he done. He was easily thrown aside as the men raided into each room, not caring for the boy that they had launched into the wall.
Spencer started crying slowly when he realised he was bleeding. He'd never liked blood. He always cried when it was his blood. Other peoples' blood didn't annoy him so much - but his own…
The boy curled up and started sob loudly, everything hurt - mostly his back. But he stopped when he heard his Grandmother screaming... Something inside of him just clicked.
He ran towards the living room and froze when he saw about seven of the men. Kicking something on the ground...
Violently... Laughing as his grandmother screamed and yelled in pain.
Spencer had never seen anyone fight before. Whenever anyone had annoyed him or others they would have ignored it. Or teacher would come and make everyone say sorry to each other.
The boy was ignored as if he were invisible or if he were ghost he seemed to be able to float around the men trying to reach his grandmother.
Spencer managed to see her bloody face - a gash that made her blood run all over her face, her whole body wasn't moving except when the men decided to give her another kick.
Spencer ran up to one of the men and pushed him, making him go off balance slightly. He said something... To another guard. Before he knew it he was caught, and placed on a chair watching his old guardian getting killed...
He had tried so hard to run away after that, to escape to tell someone - he yell for help, but that only resulted in. Tape.
He remembered he had tried to hit and lash out at his assailants. That's when he saw the Bio-Volt sign. He had forced himself to remember it in case he would meet someone else from the company.
Spencer thought it was ironic… He, was working for BioVolt and took every order even though they had taken everything away from him. His life, his gran, his home… Yet he continued to carry out the tasks he was given. He made himself sick at the actions he was doing. He would get revenge...
His mouth was bound while two men held the boy down. He remembered that the tape had hurt so much. The men had twisted his arms and made the horrible tape dig and twist on his skin... The men just making sure he was watching as their own friends ploughed into the defenceless granny. He had never cried so much in his life before… He'd never seen so much blood before.
He'd never have thought that people would wreck his six year old birthday party.
Authors Note: Okay... That was sad... All cry for Spencer! I'm in an evil mood myself since I'm ill... That's my excuse... Who to do next... Please review! (Why do I sound so happy… 0.o I really am ill -.-'')