Hola! Hoped you guys enjoyed chapter 4! Now as a special treat, here's Chapter 5! Don't forget to review! :D
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Chapter 5
"Get off of me!" Otto shouted, rolling over and kicking Wing between the legs. The taller boy fell to the side, groaning, his face scrunched up in pain. Tears came to his eyes and he gasped, gritting his teeth. At the same time he automatically curled up, giving his friend the opportunity to escape.
Otto didn't leave a second to chance. He was on his feet in a heartbeat and racing down the corridor, Wing rolling about on the floor behind him.
But his victory was short lived. As the boy rounded the corner, he glanced back to make sure that his friend had given up the pursuit. And as a result, he ran headlong into Nero.
Otto rebounded from the impact and fell over backwards, his eyes wide. The man seemed unperturbed and merely looked down at him with interest.
"What were you doing?" He asked, an eyebrow raised. Otto, on the floor, quickly cleared his throat, thinking.
"Erm... I was... well I was just... going to get... " He bit his lip in concentration. What was he going to get?
"I see." Nero said. The man stepped past Otto and looked down the adjoining corridor where Wing was stiffly rising to his feet. His eyes widened slightly and he glanced at the white haired boy in shock.
"What did you do to him?" He asked.
"Nothing!" Otto replied, climbing to his feet. "It was an accident... and I was going to get help."
"Really?" Nero said, dubioulsy. His eyes narrowed and he looked around to see two security guards heading their way.
"Excuse me?" He said. The men stopped, surprised by who was talking to them. "I need you take this boy down to the detention centre. Don't let him from your sight, you got that?" They nodded obediently, one grabbing Otto's arm roughly.
"What's the detention centre?" The boy asked, worried.
"It's where bad boys like you, get to spend some time on their own. In confinement. With nothing to do. And no - one to hear you scream." Nero replied. "We wouldn't want you to escape after all and tell the authority's of our existence. Besides, I can't keep an eye on you myself. I've got students to teach. You can leave when you're ready to apologise to Wing."
Otto's eyes widened in disbelief and he opened his mouth to complain. But before he had the chance, the guard with the grip on his arm pulled him away, and he had no choice but to stumble along after them. The other man followed behind.
Otto glanced at the belt on the guard in front. There was a gun there and for a second he considered trying to snatch it. But the last time he'd done that he'd been knocked out by Raven. Not an experience he wanted to repeat.
Nero watched the white haired boy round the corner, flanked by the guards. Then he turned and walked over to Wing, who was stood against the wall, grimacing.
"What the heck did you do to make him hurt you?" He asked, arms wide.
"Nothing." The boy replied, through gritted teeth. "He asked for the truth and we gave it him. But he didn't believe us. And then he ran off. I tried to stop him and well he..."
"Yeah I can see. Get yourself to the hospital department. They'll... well maybe they'll give you some ice." Nero said with a slight smile. Wing nodded and staggered away down the corridor, limping.
The man stood there a moment longer deep in thought. If Otto hadn't believed them, his friends, then how the heck would they get his memory back? It was going to be difficult but he'd hoped that seeing and hearing things that had happened would perhaps spark some sort of recollection for him. But it seemed that he had truly lost the last three years of his life. No wonder he didn't trust them. And would he ever trust them again?
Nero sighed. There was no point worrying over it. What was done was done. He glanced around and then set off for a classroom on the otherside of the compound, wondering on how he was going to answer the students questions about the attack.
Otto walked into the small room and glanced around. It was furnished with only a bed, the lighting coming from the corridor running alongside. The guard who'd lead him there, shut the door behind him and then moved over to stand beside a table further down the hallway. His companion was already there, his feet up on the table.
The boy sighed and sat down on the low bed. It sank under him and he wouldn't have been surprised if it had collapsed beneath him.
He frowned and thought back to what the students had said. What they'd fabricated. A giant canivorous plant? Yeah right. They'd been lying through their teeth. And he thought he could trust them.
Rick? Laura had said that he was his brother. Well that was something Otto definitely wouldn't have forgotten. Being an orphan had been great with all the power he'd had and the respect. But to have a family would have been the best present ever. It hurt to think that they'd lie about something like that. He had no family. And he never would.
Rick reached for the bottle and twisted off the cap, gulping down it's contents greedily. Water splashed onto the floor turning the dust to mud but he ignored it. Then with trembling fingers he grasped the apple and bit into it. Juice dribbled down his chin and he chewed slowly, letting it's taste wash over him. He finished the apple completely and drained the container of all liquid.
The boy licked his lips and groaned. He hadn't realised he was so hungry until he'd devoured the apple. But there was nothing left to eat.
To distract himself he looked around and found his shirt still lying in the corner, where it'd been left. With some time, he managed to climb to his hands and knees and crawl over to it. It took longer still to actually put it on as it kept rubbing against the gashes on his back. But it kept the cold at bay even if the buttons were missing.
Rick sat there for a while wondering what to do now that he could move around. He considered trying to escape but he was too weak and in pain to fight off any guards.
Not far from him there was a rock. It was sharp and jagged, perfect to use as a weapon. He crawled over to it and picked the object up. Then he began to carve words into wall. It kept blurring before his eyes. One second it would be a rough rock wall. The next, a metal one, smooth and silver. But he continued to carve away, oblivious to the change.
When he'd finished he dropped his arm and inspected his handiwork.
HELP ME.
The guards jumped to their feet, hands over their ears. There was a horrible screeching sound coming from the the cell the boy was in. It cut through them and pierced their eardrums. With trepidation, the two of them slowly made their way over to the small room.
Their eyes widened in shock. Otto was kneeling on the floor, his eyes unfocused, scratching into the metal wall with a screw from the bed. They stood their in disbelief for a moment and then one of them reached into their pocket and pulled out a blackbox.
"H.I.V.E. mind?" They said, flicking the device open. The A.I.'s wireframe face appeared on screen with a small smile.
"How can I help you?" He asked.
"You can get Nero to the detention centre pronto. He's going to want to see this."
"As you can see, Fredrick's unorthodox contraption managed to bewilder not only..." Nero was cut off by an insistent beeping. He turned to the desk at the front where his blackbox lay and walked over to it, lifting it up and flicking the device open in one swift movement.
"H.I.V.E. mind? What do you want? I'm teaching." He asked. Some of the students were beginning to get restless.
"It's to do with Otto. The guards want you down at the detention centre." The A.I. replied.
"Right. Thank you. I'll be there." Nero sighed, clicking the blackbox shut. He turned back to the class. "I have to go. No - one is to leave until the bell rings understood?"
The majority of the class nodded. He stared hard at them and then left, heading for the facility that he was needed in.
As he approached the entrance, one of the guards met him and lead him inside. They walked past a couple of empty cells and then over to the one Otto was occupied in.
Nero recoiled slightly as he looked in. Otto was stood facing them, his face blank of any expression, his skin deathly pale. He wasn't moving and barely seemed to be breathing.
"Erm... Sir? Look over there." The guard who'd shown him in said. Nero followed his pointing finger and frowned.
Otto had gouged a message into the metal wall. The man's eyes widened as he realised what it said.
HELP ME.
Hhehehehe! I'm so evil. :D