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With an enraged scream the Big Sister attacked, stabbing towards Jaxton's face. He jerked is head back fast enough to avoid death, but not fast enough to avoid having his eye gouged out by the needle's razor sharp edge. Jaxton screamed in pain, blood and ADAM once again flowing onto his jacket and shirt. With a backhanded swipe, the Big Sister knocked the revolver out of his hand, sending it flying. The Big Sister's shoulder crashed into his chest, knocking him to the ground. With a pained groan, he reached into his pocket and drew out the three cracked vials, which he held up weakly.
"These are what you're after, right? Here just take them." He pleaded, his arm falling limp to the ground. The Big Sister regarded him angrily. It brought its foot up and stomped on Jaxton's hand, crushing it and the vials. The broken glass, ADAM, the unknown murky green liquid, and plasmids embedded themselves in his veins; bring more searing hot pain to Jaxton's battered body. The Big Sister screamed as the second one dropped straight from ceiling into Jaxton's house.
Inside, Seven screamed as the second Big Sister roughly grabbed her and leaped out of the house, carrying her in the basket attached to the back of its suit. Jaxton gritted his teeth and forced his injured arm to move, drawing his knife and slashing at the Big Sister who had just crushed his right hand. The Big Sister dodged nimbly backwards, landing in a crouch.
"Give me back my sister!" Jaxton demanded, pulling himself to his feet. He was holding the knife in his off hand, but he didn't care right now. Energy ran through him as the burning pain in his eye, shoulder and hand intensified, his remaining eye gleaming like a cold chip of green ice. He rushed his attacker, bringing the knife back to swing. The Big Sister ducked under it and grabbed his throat, trying to crush his windpipe. His wounds were now belching flames, his hand and shoulder an inferno and his damaged eye crying tears of hissing blood.
Jaxton latched his burning hand onto the Big Sisters, whose port hole went from crimson to orange, then back to crimson. The Big Sister screamed, popping his eardrums. Hissing blood started to leak from his ears now to. An arc of electricity jumped from his hand to the Big Sisters, electrocuting it long enough for it to release its grasp on him. The blade in his hand was iced over and when he swung the frozen blade, the extraction needle flew up to meet it. The blade shattered, leaving only a broken hilt left in Jaxton's hand.
The Big Sister rose to its feet silently and grabbed Jaxton's injured shoulder and hand. As Jaxton screamed silently in agony, it held his hand up between them, the porthole turning a yellowish orange before the Big Sister brought its helmet back and smashed it into his forehead, rendering him unconscious.
The second Big Sister jumped down from the roof of the house and strode over to where the first was standing. The first picked up Jaxton's unconscious form and hoisted it over its shoulder. The burning blood dripped onto the ground, forming blazing puddles. The Big Sisters looked at each other.
"What are you going to do to him?" Seven asked, now calm. The Big Sister carrying her turned her helmeted head to regard her.
"We have special plans for you big brother, don't worry though. He'll be fine. You are sure this is what you wanted?" The Big Sister asked, the hash scream and grate all but gone to be replaced by a teenage girls voice. Seven nodded.
"Yeah…did you have to hurt him?" She asked, concerned. The Big Sister that had gone against Jaxton whipped its head towards the girl, porthole glowing orange before turning back to yellow. Seven recoiled a bit, shrinking down into the carrying cage on the Big Sisters back. The Big Sister carrying her glared at the other.
"You don't have to be mean Mav, she was just asking. What do you think of the boy?" The Big Sister said, crossing its arms. The other Big Sister, 'Mav', hissed and jumped up towards the ceiling, burning droplets trailing her. The Big Sister carrying Seven shook its head and sighed, looking back to Seven again.
"Don't mind her. My name is Fay, what is yours? I never got to ask it the last time we met." Fay asked. Seven raised her head a bit out of the basket.
"My name is Seven." She replied, pulling out a crayon she had placed in her pocket when Jaxton had gone to talk to their mother. She started drawing on the air tank of Fay's Big Sister suit.
"Like the number?" Fay asked. Seven nodded. "Cool."
"What is the other big sister going to do with my brother?" She asked, coloring carefully.
"He's going to become a Big Brother." Fay replied, causally strolling towards the farmers market.
"A Big Brother? I thought that there were only Big Daddies and Big Sisters." Seven commented, confused. Fay chuckled.
"Not anymore."