Here is chapter six. WARNING: There are some parts of the chapter that is intense so please if you feel disturbed just go all the way to the last line.
"Brother..." Michael said in a low voice.
"What is it?".
"If I don't live...please take good care of the ba...ba..BABY!" He manage to say the last word. The brother got scared when he said that but let anger show instead.
"No, your not going to die! Im not going to lose you from this...monster!"
"Thomas! How could you? Th-the AHHHH!" He cried out.
Thomas immediately gives him a water bottle. He drinks it pretty fast and then put the bottle down on the table next to him.
"I can't do this! I think i'm going to die!" He was crying. He thou regretted saying that because he knew that would hurt Thomas.
"You are going to survive! Just like when you survived the duel against Yuma." He said firmly and rubbing Michael's back.
Thomas wasn't a type a person to keep comforting someone, but he couldn't stand to see Michael suffering.
"Brother..." They heard the door being opened. It was Chris and Byron, along with the Barians with them. They had some "tools" in their hands. The pink headed eyes were filled with fear when he saw the Barians.
"Why the fuck are they are here!?" Thomas exclaimed. No one answered his question.
"Chris." Byron said simply. He nodded and went up to Thomas.
"Let's go." Chris said and in a dark tone and grabbed his arm.
"Will someone fuckin explain what's going on!?" He shook off Chris's grip.
"Calm down. I'll tell you, IV." Vector said and looked at him.
"We emperors are going to get the kid out of your brother, III." He grinned and put a finger on Thomas.
"Like hell we will allow you people do that."
"You don't have a choice because your brother and father is allowing us to do this." Durbe said.
"What! Why would-"Thomas just get over here, now" Byron said to him seriously.
He wasn't trying to be mean to him, the thing is Bryon knew explaining the situation to him would not make him understand.
"No! I'm not leaving my brother with these freaks."
"Listen Thomas you better just-"Let him stay here, Tron, let him see the poor boy slowly die." Vector on the floor laughing.
"Enough everyone! I am going to start. Whoever the hell wants to say, then stay." Durbe said.
Immediately Thomas went to Michael's side. Chris and Byron decided to stay not because of what Drube said but to keep watch on Thomas. In case he does something not necessary.
Chris's POV
The Barians claim their might be a chance that Michael will live if they did this but...there still going to take the baby! I was completely against this and even now but my father said yes to this. He looked liked though he did this against his will.
Byron's POV
I had to agree with them. They kept taunting me how I was a bad person and what I have done in the past. I wasn't trying to hurt any of my sons just protect them. All we can do now is hope that everything goes well.
Normal POV
"Misael, give me the needle." He ordered. Misael handed over him the needle to him and inserted in his body. He hissed from it.
"Now I can't guarantee that you will not feel pain, gut you should be fine." Durbe said.
"Or not." Vector added. Michael didn't say anything.
"Misael give me the tool over their." He gave him a sharp one and he held it up.
"Close your eyes, Michael." Thomas warned him. Michael was staring, he heard him but refused to. Then Durbe put the sharp object in Michael.
"AAHHHH!"
"Look at me or close your eyes!" Thomas exclaimed holding his hand. He looked up at the ceiling.
"TAKE IT OUT!" He gripped the bed sheet and groaned.
Chris looked way, just like the time when Michael was receiving the power of the crest. Michael breathing was slowing down a bit.
"What's happening to him?" Thomas asked.
"The baby is taking energy from him. Since that is happening, the baby is stuck..." Durbe said.
"I thought you knew how to do this!" Byron shouted and started to walk towards him. "Father, wait." Chris said but he ignored him.
"If you went to a hospita-"Out of the way!" Durbe gave him a glare but stepped aside and gave him the sharp object. Byron had to be on the bed since he was not tall enough to the procedure.
"Save him!" Thomas was getting desperate.
"I'm doing the best as I can." He was cutting and pulling.
"Ah...Ahh..ah..."
"Come on!" Byron went deep in his body.
Finally the baby was out.