Hi... won't be posting much this next month, I have graduation, the speeches, yadda yadda yadda, more excuses, and so on and so forth. But thanks guys! I really quite appreciate having people not related to me like my writing, so thanks and continue on!

If you really think I own Big Hero 6, I think you're quite insane. Or more insane than the average person reading fanfic, at least. :)

Blackness - why was it so dark? Something ran below him, bumping from side to side in a steady beat. Elbows and knees and other bony joints ran into his stomach, not moving.

Hiro opened his eyes, blearily blinking at the light. He tried calling out, only to find something covering his mouth - in an attempt to rip it off, he yanked both of his hands up toward him, nearly punching himself in the face.

Stifling a cry, he sat up. Around him, his friends were in the same position as he was : hands tied, duct taped mouths, all eyes closed. They were all stripped of their suits and armour, wearing just whatever clothes they had thrown on beforehand. He was worried about them being dead, before realizing that it was unlikely since he was still alive Also, because they were still breathing - slowly, but steadily.

He twisted his body toward the sound of light, pop music - in the front, the little warrior was at the wheel. Her lithe body swung gently to the soft beat of the song, long fingers tapping on the wheel. She was in regular clothes, not her weird outfit from before. Hiro wondered how in the world she was able to drive, being younger than him. Of course, she was a crazy, so-called ninja with incredible skills, but still. How was she even be able to see over the dashboard, let alone deal with law enforcement?

She hadn't known he was awake yet. Strange. An object brushed against his leg - looking back, he saw Go Go's wide eyes, confusion swirling in them. He gestured to the girl in the front; her eyes followed. Recognition took place for a second, and she looked back at him. He could hear her unsaid question : How do we get out of here? He shook his head, gulping. Judging by the way the sunlight filtered in, it was nearly 6 or so, which meant they had been here for a couple hours, at the very least.

Fred tensed up. He jolted, then sat up all of a sudden, blinking. He was about to scream or do something equally horrendous, but Go Go jabbed her elbow into his stomach lightly and narrowed her eyebrows toward the girl in front, silently driving. He gulped visibly and slinked down a little, as if it could possibly shield him from the line of vision of the assassin if she happened to look back. Fortunately, she didn't.

Their shoes were gone, as was Fred's hat and Hiro's backpack - just disappeared. He glanced at his bubble-gum chewing friend - he knew she usually kept extra gum and a pocket knife in the inside of her jacket. He gave her a questioning look, and she seemed to understand, as Go Go shook her head no.

Crap. Why did these sorts of things happen to them?

'Because you're an idiot," he reprimanded himself, 'not to mention a freaking crime-fighting idiot. Keep calm, keep breathing, but not to loud, or else you'd be killed. Or at least knocked out painfully and be stabbed with another serum.'

He glanced at the others. Honey's eyelids were open, and she and Go Go seemed to be having a silent conversation he couldn't understand. Fred leaned toward a still asleep Wasabi, waiting for him to wake up. Baymax : M.I.A. He swallowed his slight panic in his throat.

'Okay, Hiro, you might an idiot, but you're an idiot with a 167 IQ - not to mention, you're surrounded by 4 people who may or may not be smarter than you. Find a way, you dolt, before you get yourself and everybody else killed!'

Potential ways and means of escape : windows, doors, the trunk. Wait, not the trunk - it was barred from them, having a thick wall made out of some type of metal he couldn't identify, so the only possible way to get in it would be from the outside of the vehicle. The doors and windows, though, seemed to have been tampered with - why? He guessed it may be impossible to open it from the inside. They could try breaking the windows and/or windshield. Only problem : they kinda, sorta had a trained assassin that would keep them from doing so.

Potential weapons : none.

Potential chance of them getting out of the goddamn car : he might as well give up.

Fantastic.

With a chill, he looked back at front. They all froze - the girl, who was now, as Hiro observed, tapping a light, rhythmic pattern with her feet, was glaring back at them in the rear view mirror. Without breaking eye contact, she mimed slitting her throat with a finger jerkily, then puffed air out of her mouth quickly. Very subtle.

Hiro's heartbeat sped up. Thumping in his ears, the blood rushing to his head, a wave of nausea came. How in this world would they possible escape?

Wait a moment. Maybe he was going about this all wrong. Maybe he didn't have to throw himself out the frickin' window to escape. After all, where exactly would this little assassin be taking them? Certainly not for some government program or for some random civilians. Was it really a coincidence, after all, that all of this happened right when the other men came for them and he found his brother to be, well, not dead?

How could have he been so stupid?

Of course it wasn't just pure coincidental. She came, working for them. The people who had his brother. Why else would they be wanting some teens and a robot that literally does nothing but heal, and occasionally punch the living crap out of evil people?

If he were in a different situation, he would be laughing and/or groaning at himself.

Everybody, as it turned out while he was having his own little breakthrough, was awake. They, like him, had started using their brains, doing calculations, and so on and so forth. Though they refused to make a move as the driver was brandishing a knife casually in her right hand, letting the sunlight glint off the metal.

The music was still playing, though. He had to say, she had horrible taste in music. Pop music? Try alternative rock, sweetie. So much better.

So… now what?

At the others, they had the same ideas - of course they did. Wasabi… wait, what? He was in the position, his hands and legs behind him, but…

The large guy's hands and ankles were untied - the ridiculously complicated knots, undone. The tangled, gnarled up rope lay on the floor. What the heck? Hiro gave him an important look; in response, he shrugged, as if saying that he had too much time on his hands and a person's got to entertain themselves, somehow. He didn't understand. Was it pure strength, or something else…?

Hiro slowly, keeping his eyes on the girl, twisted his body so Wasabi's head and hands were hidden behind his back. His hands and ankles were angled to his friend. He got to work, and within a few minutes, they were untied. Storing the rope under his leg, he sat up, hands behind him, feet tucked under him.

He nodded towards the others, but shook his head at their questioning glances. They wouldn't attack.

After all, she'd be taking them to Biraben, right? To turn them over, one more enemy defeated, one more thorn in their side taken out. They might torture them, kill them, or take advantage and use them for their sick games.

But she was also taking them to where Tadashi was. In just hours, maybe minutes, they, under her, would be near his long-'dead' brother. They could attack then, but now… she was taking them straight to where their designated destination was in the first place. And he'd gladly comply.

Honestly, when I discovered the idea of knowing what day to post, I thought it was genius. I didn't think of what would happen if you couldn't guarantee what day the next chapter was going to be posted. Whoops...

Next post : Sometime within the next 38 days! YAY! Please rate and review and continue to support me as you children/teens/adults/ghosts/immortals always continue to do! :)

-DragonFire0102