Chapter 5 – 6's Capture, Pt. 2
Author's Note – Hey everybody! I am incredibly sorry for the lack of updating to the story. My summers been quite packed lately and I haven't had much time to upload/work on it, but I have a good month free now so I'll be getting on it. I'd just like to say I noticed that I spelled Widowmaker's name as "Witchmaker" in Chapter 3. What a fail on my part. It'll be edited and changed soon. Anyways, you can go back to reading while I do something like write more of the story, or fuel my Pokemon GO obsession. Anyways, have fun!
The Wraith door opened, revealing a metal platform leading to a large steel tower. 6 was pushed out, his hands cuffed behind his back. He was followed by two Elite guards, as well as link. Two Revenant demons stood in front of the steel tower's doors. Link approached them.
"We have another prison to bring to Hell's stronghold. His name is Noble 6; we'll be placing him with the other two prisons in cell C."
One of the Revenants nodded and opened the cell door. Link and the two Elite's entered the stronghold, and the first thing 6 could here was screams. Link looked back at him with a grin. "Trust me, Noble, this is not the pain you will go through. We are bringing you into one of the lower vaults; much more comfortable, where you will be treated much better." Another scream could be heard, as well as the ripping of organs. Link's grin disappeared from his face. "I forgot how hellish this place truly was."
"It is called Hell's stronghold, after all," 6 responded. One of the Elite's gave him a strong glare, and pushed him forward. Link looked back at them, and they stopped. Link began to speak.
"True, true, I guess you have a point. I didn't remember all of the screaming, and blood, and organ ripping…" he looked at ground, seeing puddles of blood and piles of organs. "But, anyway, none of this will happen to you. Made sure you got into the highest ranked cell—only two other people in there, you'll be the third." They approached an elevator, which 6 was pushed inside of. The two Elites followed him into the elevator, but Link did not.
"Not coming along?" 6 asked.
"Alas, no, I'm not. I have places to go, things to do… armies to control and such." He smiled at 6. "I do hope you enjoy your prison—I've made sure you got the absolute best for what you deserve… have a good time, Noble, and goodbye." Link pressed a button, the elevator doors closed, and his downwards decent began. The elevator ride was slow, barely moving downwards to the lower levels. 6 looked around at the Elites, who were staring at him. At last, the elevator doors opened, revealing something that surprised 6—a white room, with multiple floors and a spiral staircase, with three massive beds and a living room with a fire place. 6 looked back at the Elites. "This is what you call prison?"
The Elites muttered something in their own language and then walked out. The elevator doors closed, and 6 could hear the sound of the elevator going back up. He looked around again. Link gave me this? he thought to himself. It didn't seem quite right. It was all quiet, but only for a moment. Suddenly, he could hear the roar of something the sounded like a pig from the upper room, but it turned into a laugh. He could hear the conversation.
"Goodness, K.K., you're better at poker than I remembered you being!" the voice was coarse and raspy.
"What can I say?" the male voice responded. "I used to play poker with a friend of mine… Brewster. I would play at his café from eight to twelve on Saturday nights… after that the place would close up and everyone would leave. We'd play poker until one and then I would head out. Those were good times, before this war, huh?"
"What did you guys play for? Money?"
The other voice chuckled. "Let's just say that I won my fair share of coffees for my trips home."
The raspy voice laughed again. "Ah, K.K., you're great to be around."
6 walked up to the stairs. The two voices stopped. "Oi!" the raspy one exclaimed. "Who's down there?"
"Um… well, a new cellmate!" 6 responded with a shaky voice. What was he to expect? Were these people planning on murdering him on sight? Was he going to survive? Then the two men walked out of the upper room onto the stairs. The first one was… interesting, to say the least. It was a massive tan pig, which was wearing gas mask. It had a massive stomach and wore grey pants. The pig rubbed his stomach and hummed a low sound to himself, just barely loud enough for 6 to hear. The following creature was nowhere close to the height of the pig—it was a short, white dog that didn't have any spots. It was standing on its hind legs, holding a guitar in its hands. He lifted the guitar and flipped it over his shoulder, using his shoulder as a balance. The pig began to speak.
"Well, would you look at that! Look who it is!" he looked at the dog. "Have you heard of this guy?"
"Is that who I think it is…?"
"Yes! It's him! The legendary Noble 6! I haven't seen this man in ages!"
6 was confused. "Do I know either of you?"
The pig laughed in his raspy voice. "Oh, probably not, 6, but we've sure heard of you! Both of us used to work with the Psychosets, no more than a year ago, before we got captured. You went on so many missions with Chief and Kat—Tracer, too!"
"You worked with the Psychosets?"
"Yeah! I came along with Tracer—we used to work together in the Overwatch division, before the war. I didn't go on many missions—I went on a few when I first joined the Psychosets. But most of them went downhill… so I went into the weapons building division, with K.K. here."
The dog extended his hand, and 6 shook it firmly. "Hey. I'm K.K.—K.K. Slider. I used to be a musician, but when the war started, I went into the weapon building division. That's where I met Roadhog, here, and we built a few rifles together and things. We were even the ones that built the SPKNr Mark 2—you know, the advanced model from a few months ago? Master Chief still doesn't use it, he's already great with the SPKNr Mark 1. But quite a few people use the new model—personally my favorite weapon design. However, we were sent out together on a mission—pretty low key, just stealing a few weapons from a Sangheili outpost in the Hedivian Sea. However, we were captured—we were told to be treated high for some reason. We ended up here—I still don't understand why. I'm not arguing though, it's much better than having my organs ripped to pieces on the top floor."
6 cringed. "These demons are pretty damn violent, aren't they?"
"Strange as heck, man. They bring people in and send them out in hundreds of pieces and a bottle of blood."
Roadhog looked over at K.K. "Wait a second…"
"What? Something wrong with our guest?"
"We have three people now, don't we? Our escape plan that we built ages ago—it required three people, did it not? If we wanted to, we could do it."
6 eyes widened. An escape plan on his first day in? This was wonderful! Much better than expected! "Yes," he stated. "We have to go through with this. What's the plan?"
K.K. looked back at Roadhog, nodded, and then looked back at 6. "Follow me, 6, I'll show you to the upper room." He turned around and began walking up the stairs. 6 followed him up the staircase, into a room that had another fire place and a wooden table that had playing cards on it. K.K. dragged out a chair for 6 and sat down. 6 sat down in the offered chair, and Roadhog sat in a chair of his own. K.K. began to explain the plan.
"So, this plan requires three people, and it requires very precise accuracy as well as the killing of dozens of demons. So get ready to pay attention…
"As you may have noticed, there's a vent in the ceiling. With three people standing on the staircase, you should be able to boost me into it. I can fit into the vent and crawl out into the elevator shaft. I'll send the elevator down to us and crawl back into the cell through the vents. 6, you're trained in hand to hand combat, are you not? Yes, of course you are—you'll have to take out the two Revenants that usually stand in the elevator shaft. You and I can take the Revenants' shoulder miniguns. However, Roadhog will still be left without a weapon—we need to head level B7 to receive his shotgun and chain. He'll be extremely deadly with it and help us on the way out. After that, we'll need to head to the main floor, where most of the demons are… we'll have to hold dozens of them off while somebody starts up the Wraith that always sits on the hangar platform."
"How did you hear about this Wraith?"
"I heard some Revenants talking about it once. It's apparently a spare incase an evacuation is required. However, we'll be the ones evacuating from this place. Once the Wraith has been started up, we'll all hop on and get out of here. However, we have to do all of this pretty fast, before Warhawk reinforcements arrive… if we're caught, we'll be on the top floor. Dead."
"So we have to obtain weapons, blast our way through hordes of demons, survive an oncoming onslaught while stealing a Wraith, and we have to do all of this in a constricted time frame before more Wraiths show up and blast us to pieces?"
K.K. grinned. "That's exactly, what I'm saying, 6."
6 chuckled. "I'm surprised Rose didn't send you guys on more missions."