Title: His mission

After The BRAIN is destroyed, the world begins to settle once more, everything heals and life begins to grow. One of the fallen gets a second chance to revive what was lost in battle. But can he succeed?

I Still Own Nothing!

_-_-_Part 7: Help_-_-_

They had just entered the old burnt down cathedral. 3 and 4 were still up ahead cataloging and scouting while 5 was trailing behind them, taking in the look of the building. He never got the chance to see what it really looked liked after it had burned down. They left in such a rush to find a new shelter that they never had time to look back. The only one who did was 1, and could understand why.

The first stitchpunk had been the one to lead them all there. And all though his ways were wrong, he did keep them safe for the longest time. Still, 5 held a small grudge against 1. He knew the other sacrificed himself to save 9 so he could take the talisman back from the machine, but he was still the one who sent 2 out to his eventual death.

He knew he should be angry with the other for all that he had put them through before, but he knew that the past wasn't for him to judge at the moment. Right now his only job was to bring the fallen back to life, even though he wasn't exactly sure how he was going to do it.

Suddenly a sound brought him out of his thoughts and he turned around. He thought maybe it was 3 and 4 and he looked for the twins but they were nowhere to be found. He looked around for the sound again and began to feel odd at the uncomfortable silence. Close by there was a small glow near a pile of broken wood covered in soot and moved to it, peeking around it he saw 6's soul, leaning over a few burnt pages, tracing over the lines with his pen-nib fingers.

Smiling at the familiar sight he moved around until he was crouching in front of the other. 6's soul only continued to trace before he began to talk, not even looking to see who was there.

'H-he doesn't believe me….he doesn't think you're here…'

5 nodded and looked around. "I'm sure he doesn't...he never believed anything outside of his own thoughts." he said bitterly, thinking of his mentor. That was one of the reasons 1 sent 2 away; because he always wanted to know about the past and many different things while 1 had rather just forget about it.

6 stared at him and looked back to the picture, soon after he began to trace again. There was a silence between them as 5 tilted his head to the artist as everything was quiet. 6 soon broke that silence.

'Damaged…won't be accepting to the master…fix what he lost…'

"His body right…that's what he lost?" He asked and got up, looking around for the others.

'No…y-yes….but no…fix what he lost…'

5 looked to the soul confused. Fortunately he learned from the past and knew that the others words meant something deeper then the babble they appeared to be. He nodded to him and looked to where he could get out from the little corner. "Where is he?"

'The heart…of the building…his heart'

He nodded. He knew exactly where the other would be; after all, there was only one place that he would be in the building.

Moving he walked away from the soul and began to make his way over all the rubble and destruction to the area where he knew he would find the first stitchpunk.

It wouldn't be easy to reach the room where the other was. He was sure it was easy for the twins to climb over and under obstacles but it wouldn't be for him. It would take him about half an hour before he even reached a clearing where he would be able to walk without having to bend his body in any unnatural positions.

Soon he was in the large clear area. If you took away the fallen portions of stone from the ceiling and the burnt wood from the rafters it looked exactly the same as it did before. He was surprised when he didn't see anything, not even any sounds from the twins. It was completely silent.

He moved over to the burnt artifacts of their old existence and ran his metal hand over them, remembering little things that he supposed weren't that important now. Looking up he saw the huge gap from where the roof had fallen down, he could see straight up to the heavy gray clouds. He remembered one particular area where the lone watchtower used to be and sighed. The telescope he and 2 built long ago was more than likely destroyed beyond all recognition.

He was saddened by this but was soon brought from it. If what he had to do was really going to work out in the end then he and 2 could always build a new telescope together.

'I see he wasn't lying then.'

5 jumped and turned around quickly at the sound. He blinked a couple of times before he saw 1's soul standing in front of the burnt down throne, the other was faced away from him, his hands held together behind his back. He paused a second and then nodded even though the other couldn't see it.

"Y-yeah…He wasn't lying…I'm alive…" He started and looked down, used to the way he always had to stand to the other, always fearing him. "I was brought back by some sort of science…I guess…so that I could help you…to bring you back…I-"

'If you know what's good for you you'll stay away from my soul with any of that rubbish you call 'science', its unnatural…and a part that I won't play in your little game.'

5 rubbed his arm and looked away; he didn't expect it would be easy to convince the other to let him help.

"It's not a game…the scientist gave me this part…In case anyone died…we just never found out until I came back…It's my function!"

'Its unnatural.' he repeated and moved to the other side of the room, never looking to the younger stitchpunk. 'I'm old…too old to be taking part in scientific nonsense…have you no respect for the dead at all?'

5 looked down, his stitched brows furrowed and he looked back to him. "I was brought back to help you…can't you see when you're wrong…I'm not much for speaking….if only 9 was here then he could convince you-"

'SILENCE!'

5 cringed as the other yelled; looking up to him he saw something he didn't expect. Maybe 1 had meant for him to see it, maybe he didn't. But when he looked to the other he didn't see their strong 'leader'…He saw a lost soul, scared and frightened by the endless possibilities of their creation and lives.

He guessed 1 soon caught onto what he was thinking as he turned around and began to walk away from him putting on the look he used when he wanted to be strong even if he wasn't at the time.

"I'm going to prove you wrong," He said which caused 1 to stop and turn around. He knew the first stitchpunk would likely say something about it so he cut him off before he could. "You were meant to come back. And there's nothing you can do to keep me from doing my job. Just wait….I'll show you."

And with that, 5 turned around and ran from the room towards the exit; his gears were shaking as he did. He never thought he would stand up to 1 like that, and it took all his courage to say to the other what he just did.

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Leaving the cathedral, 5 took one last look at it before he looked down. Kicking the dirt a bit he covered his face with his hands. Pulling them away a second later he looked up to the sky, a lone drop of water landing a yard away from him. He sighed and rubbed his arm a bit as a drop hit him on the shoulder. He felt something moving closer to him as he watched the raindrops.

"3 and 4 are still inside…Keep them safe from the rain." He started. "I won't risk them getting hurt while I go find 1's body."

'I-it's not so f-far…it's near the machine…" 6's soul said as he moved to stand next to 5. 'I-I wish I could d-draw the way for you.'

5 nodded and looked to him, smiling. "Your amazing, you know that 6?"

6's soul looked taken back by that. No one ever really said anything like that to him. It surprised him, in a good way that is.

"I wish I could have helped you more…like I should have been from the beginning." 5 said in a gentle voice as he turned to the other.

'A-an hourglass doesn't stop to mourn the loss of a single g-grain of sand that falls through…but w-waits for the next time it comes back again…s-so it can s-see it again'

Looking to the striped soul he nodded and moved to pat his shoulder, even though his hand passed through the transparent figure a bit. He knew that the other was talking about the past somehow. Unlike the other times when 1 made them ignore 6; he would now listen to him.

"I'll find your body 6…then we can all go back to the others…just like before" He said as he adjusted the cylinder on his back. 6's soul didn't respond to this but soon nodded, fading out as he went back to the cathedral. 5 watched him go and shook his head. There would be no amount of words that could express how much he was sorry for the lack of what he could have done for the other.

Turning back to the emptiness he started off to find the others body.

_-_

5 would have been wandering for hours until he reached the start of the tunnel that was half destroyed by the fabrication machine. Walking in he looked around, he remembered going through here with 9 when they went to search for 2. He remembered how bright 9's light staff was, and how he stayed close to the other from his fear of the dark. Now there was no light for him, and he had to get through on his own.

About half way through the tunnel there was a large crash and the whole place turned white for a split second. 5 ran to the wall, ducking under a tire and an old wooden box to hide. He was familiar with thunder, but he wasn't around long enough to be used to it.

He noticed that the sound of rainfall had gotten louder and there were soon more loud cracks of thunder. Looking around he froze; metal conducted electricity. He had to be careful around here now. If he got struck it would destroy him. Looking around he took of the large cylinder and put it in his new hiding place. He would have to leave it here for now.

Now lighter he waited for silence and then ran from his spot to the side of the tunnel, trying to get to the other side. The first flash of lightning sounded like it came from right outside the tunnel, and he hoped it would pass soon enough so he could look for 1's body without worrying about electrocution.

As soon as he reached the other side he was greeted by the sight of the cold dead 'body' of the fabrication machine. He looked at it and felt himself shake a little. It wasn't moving but he could still feel the fear surge through his body as he remembered being chased by it. The images of the red eye moving through clouds of smoke and the murderous sound of broken gears, static and electric flashes never stopped haunting the fifth stitchpunk.

Still shaking he ran away from it to a clearing, knowing he couldn't handle looking at it anymore. He knew he had only one thing to concentrate on now and he would try to stick to that as best he could.

From what 7 told him before he left; they had moved the elder stitchpunk's body away from the wreckage of the machine to a large open space.

5 would have a hard time moving over the debris covering the ground. He had to constantly jump or climb over large metal objects, old gun shells and even rotting corpses before he reached an area where grass was beginning to grow. He tried to find any clues where the body was but nature's forces had other ideas. Soon the wind had picked up and the little stitchpunk had to try his hardest not to get blown away.

Soon the rain and wind had soaked 5 all the way through to his frame work and he knew he would have to leave if he didn't want to damage himself and jeopardize his job. A large bolt of lightning appeared about a mile off and it startled him into running back to the tunnel.

His one eye searched for any other ways to get back that wouldn't take him past the large mechanical beast and spotted a hill. It was open space but it was better than being near the large area of metal.

The sound of the thunder reached him and he began to run faster, trying to be as fast as he could. He felt his foot snag something and soon he was flying towards the ground. He covered his face with his hands and twisted himself so he would land on his side, scraping the material over his hip to the point of tearing. He groaned out and grasped the injured area tightly. His optic was closed tightly in pain but he forced it open as he turned back to see what he had tripped over. When he saw the object his mouth opened as he ran back to it. It was a hand…A small metal hand.

He moved carefully to the large mound of dirt that was covering the hand and began to dig, all the while the thunder began to get louder. 5 continued to dig until he had uncovered part of the masses shoulder and head. He paused and let out a dry laugh before pulling at the body. He lifted the free arm until it was over his shoulder and he could pull the rest out.

He stared at the body for a moment and let out a relieved sigh. There was major damage to the left hand and the lower torso. The figure was also missing its right leg and there was minor burn damage, but it was nothing that he couldn't fix with the spare parts and material that he found around the scientist's building.

He looked at it again and noticed how helpless the dead face looked. It was a face that he still wasn't used to. It was 1…frail, scared, nothing like the one he once knew. The raging storm made it known to 5 that it was still there, and soon he was on the run, this time with their leader's broken body in arms.

The trip back would seem like nothing as he carried the other. Even after he retrieved the cylinder from its hiding place, 5 hardly felt any weight. The pouring rain did however make it difficult for him to move around, soon there would be huge piles of dirt and deep areas of mud would fill up. 5 would have a hard time not falling in, and even had his leg get stuck in mud up to his knee. It wasn't exactly easy to pull out while carrying two large objects. But the fifth stitchpunk gave it all his strength and pulled through, running until the old cathedral was in sight.

By the time 5 returned it seemed as though the storm had stopped. He was smiling to himself as he thought he would make it back with no further problems. Suddenly, as soon as the storm seemed to end, there was a ground shaking flash and 5 tripped; 1's body flying a few feet in front of him, landing in a pile near a stone structure. The huge bolt of lightning destroyed another structure close to 1's body and 5 watched as it tumbled over towards the body.

He rushed up and ran to the other as fast as he could, throwing himself over it. As the stones came down from above, he stayed over it like a shield, protecting 1's body the best he could. He wouldn't be able to protect himself though as a large rock hit him on the back of his head, knocking him out. The last think he heard was the sounds of robotics, gears and clicks before his vision swam into darkness.

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Part 7 done.

Much longer then the last part and it ends with a (semi) cliffhanger (?).

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