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Darkness.
Nothing, but darkness. No sound, No feeling. If there was sight, then he was somewhere with no light. He began to wonder how he got here, what he was doing before the darkness appeared.
He remembered emerald green eyes. they seemed to glow in the darkness. They were gorgeous, the sight of them. But at the same time, they terrified him. Why, he had no idea. They seemed to represent something very dark, sinister. As they pierced through his vision, he wished he never thought them up. Though, as he felt a pang of numbness course through him, he clung to the image, deciding this was a good sign, that hewas alive.
Soon, muffled sounds and voices could be heard. They sounded distant; like they were on another end of a tunnel. Slowly, he began to make out some of the words until they were perfectly pronounced. Still, zthe darkness was the only sight he saw.
"What happens when he wakes up?" he heard a smooth, yet tough voice ask.
"if, he wakes up." A slightly deeper, intelligent voice corrected. A slight pause, then the voice was back.
"Twitch, over here decided to use full force on the prick." the voice growled out. He shook with fear. That voice...he never wanted to hear it again. It almost sounded...demonic. He began to panic about his surroundings. Wherever he was, that voice was near. He didn't want to be near the voice, not knowing who it belongs to...or what it belongs to. What it was capable of...
His sight out of the picture, his other senses were heightened. He could feel some kind of tough material restraining him, and something rapped around his eyes. Ah, that explains it. A tiny bit of releif flooded over him. Partly because he was more aware of his surroundings, and because he hadn't lost his sight.
All the releif escaped though, as he heard his voice.
"Well, who's fault is it, really? Who kept us in 'training' for decades," the voice exaggerated, "keeping my fists from human contact, for so. long..." The deep, scruffy voice sounded dramatic, and teasing, but to him, he sounded down right terrifying. It brought back his last minutes of vision, and it all became clear. The voices...the demonic, evil, voices...the piercing emerald eyes... he was going to die.
He heard a scoff. "Butch, dont blame anyone but your psychotic-" The intelligent voice was interrupted by the smooth one.
"shh, shh...We have a geust..." There was a long pause.
He knew they just realized he was conscious, and he cursed himself for not being more careful. They could be inches from his face for all he knew! He heard footsteps coming closer, and he braised himself.
I looked over to my blue-eyed brother who just silenced me.
Normally, i would be beating his face in for giving me orders, but as i processed what he just said, i saved it. I turned toward the man tied to the chair, and realized he was awake, and quivering with fear. I began walking toward him.
"Good eye, Booms." i praised instead.
Butch simply scoffed and followed after me. Boomer smiled triumphantly and followed as-well, a skip in his step. He loved when he appeared superior to Butch. It didn't happen quite often, Butch being sharp tongued and all, so he savored those few moments. We stood in front of the man, and after a few minutes of silence, i pulled the cloth off his eyes. We watched as his eyes widened, adjusting to the light, or, maybe the sight of us.
"Hey there, sleepy head!" Boomer said with a sarcastic smile, getting in the mans face.
The man tried to pull back, but hit his head on the back of the chair. His head swooped around, as if he just realized he was sitting in a chair.
The stupidity of it all made me want to choke him then and there.
But as i turned to my brothers, Boomer trying to suppress a laugh, and Butch, who was never one for holding things in, gripping his stomach, laughing hysterically , i decided to go against it.
My brothers and i, considering the last few months, haven't really had time to just enjoy ourselves. I put them through hell...well, hell is an understatement, actually. I find hell very cozy and warm. Depressing sometimes, yes. But you never get a chill down there. So no, much worse than hell. Don't get me wrong, it was very necessary. Especially with our upcoming events...
So when the man seemed so frightened by our laughter that his chair fell backward, i let a chuckle escape my lips.
He seemed so petrified of us, that is was humorous. i grew up with this kind of reaction, me having red eyes and all, but it never got old. I smirked. When people feared me, i felt empowered. Its pure bliss whenever someone throws a horrified glance toward you. Well, that's my opinion. Boomer gets rather annoyed with it after awhile, and Butch just, well, He laughs and beats them to a pulp, basically.
The man now looked like a fish out of water, wriggling and squirming on the floor, trying to get out of the rope, i guess. Why he was even trying, i have no idea.
Boomer gave up on trying to hold in his laughter a long time ago, and Butch was now on the floor, tears rolling from his eyes.
Beside myself, i smiled. I may have a cold heart, but i cared for my brothers. They were all i had, really. I didn't consider either of my creators family, and after our whole 'plan' is finished, i plan on somehow getting us out of HIM's grasp, to do as we please.
I decided we needed to get to business. The man appeared to have given up, and was now laying on the floor, silent.
I cleared my throat, and Boomer and Butch were at my sides, all traces of laughter gone.
"Boomer, set the guy back up so we can have a chat." I said in a false friendly tone. Boomer smiled down at the guy, slowly pulling him back up until he was facing me. Boomer returned to my side.
The man stared at me with wide eyes, and gulped. I'm guessing this is the first time he's really looked at my eyes. I smirked.
"Now, let me start off by saying, we are going to kill you, so there really is no use."
"I-I d-don't...What-why are you d-doing this?" Dear god, how many damn times have i heard that question? A thousand? 5 thousand sounds a bit more accurate. One glance at my brothers says there thinking the same.
"Don't worry, you didn't do anything." I say soothingly. Ha, like it would help.
"it's more your employers fault." Boomer adds. I nod.
"My employer? then why am-"
"See, your boss had this deal with, our... whats the word...our mentor. Basically, he didn't hold up his end of the bargain so...a life has to be sacrificed."
"And that's where you come in!" Butch says cheerfully, gesturing to our sacrifice.
The man began to shake. I decided to take it easy on him.
"How about this, " i offer, crossing my arms, and begin to float around him. He seems shocked once again, and i laugh darkly. "we'll do it quick, okay?" I patted him on the shoulder, and he flinched at the contact.
Butch whined childishly. "Buuttt Brrrriiiiccck! You said we could have fuuuun!" I zapped his feet with my eyes. "Yes, and i also said to go easy on him. What happened to that, asshole?" I yelled, my temper getting the best of me. He simply chuckled sheepishly, and got back 'in line'.
"Okay. Lets get started." I looked toward the guy who had tears running down his face.
Weakness.
I don't do weakness.
I walked down the stairs with a black tank top, and pink fluffy shorts on. I had just come out of the shower, and my long wet hair was braided down my side. As I floated to the living room, where my sisters sat waiting for me, I read over the case to our new movie.
"Okay, this week's choice is, 'The Bounty Hunter.' Its got Comedy for me, Romance for Bubbles, and guns and explosions for Buttercup."I put the disc in and positioned herself between my sisters, who were also wearing there pajamas.
We did this every weekend; picked a movie we would all like, then rate them at the end. I loved it. At school my sisters and i hang out with different people, so we never see each other. This was our time to reconnect after a busy week; Pajamas, home made cotton candy,(Bubble's doing) Popcorn, and movies.
"I feel like its gonna suck." Buttercup said through a mouth full of popcorn. I snorted and took a handful.
"THAT will get you a boyfriend..." I said sarcastically.
"Who said i wanted one?" Buttercup said bitterly.
Bubbles sighed cutely. "Oh, Buttercup. We all know you like Mitchelson."
Bubbles and i burst into laughter, as Buttercup's face turned beat red. We have been teasing her about liking her best friend, Mitch Mitchelson. She talks in her sleep, and one night me and Bubbles just happened to be walking by her bedroom...when we heard, "Mitch! you dont get it! I like like you!"
Bubbles held her stomach and flipped upside down on the couch, still giggling hysterically. Buttercup threw a handful of popcorn at me and it went down my shirt. I gasped and felt my face heat up. Bubbles sat up and stared at me before reaching down my shirt, grabbing some of the food, and ate it.
"Guess they are good for something." She smirked, and now the tables were turned on me.
For some reason, my...erm, breasts were slightly bigger than my sisters, and they've always teased me about it. Its not like they don't have decent sized ones, no. definitely not that. They both have great figures. Buttercup having an athletes body, and Bubbles having a model's figure.
"Bubbles, shut up, and watch the movie!" I commanded teasingly, turning her head toward the screen.
She giggled. "okay, okay..."
My sisters may not be perfect, but i love them.
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