I'm not quite sure what to say anymore, except, thanka very much for all your guys's support and for bearing with me - hopefully, as school has let out *cue screams of terror and sadness* I can write a lot more... or have more time to procrastinate. Either way, here you go with the next chapter - kindly enjoy!
I wish I could own Baymax. And Hiro. And pretty much everything. Unfortunately, I don't, which is very sad indeed.
Onwards!
Hiro was staring at Honey Lemon's feet, his cheek on the rough floor. They were slender and smooth, the toenails painted white with a bright little sunflower on the biggest ones. He wondered how she had done such a perfect job.
He closed his eyes. The bump of the road kept making him jump up off the floor a bit, and every time he landed hardly, he bit back a groan or yelp.
The rest of the gang was in his position - not wanting to tip off anything, they had their eyes closed, breathing slowly, and the unbound hands and legs hidden from view behind their bodies. He estimated that they would be at the destination in less than 10 minutes - then they would do whatever they could to rescue his brother. Unfortunately, they would have to deal with their captive, and without the help of the sassy Baymax, nonetheless. The odds were certainly not in their favor.
Of course, his group dealt with the impossible. But how far was impossible before it truly became something that would get them all killed?
He chanced looking out of the window. Any time now, they would pull into the place where his brother was, and he had to be ready. They had to be ready.
The scenery changed - they went off the highway onto an exit to a city he really didn't recognize, following a road that seemed absolutely devoid of human life. Past old buildings, crumbling down and seemingly broken from what time had done to them. The road became even more bumpy, filled with potholes and obstacles such as randomly placed cones and barriers.
What in the world? Hiro thought. What kind of town doesn't have anybody at all in it?
Before long, they traveled onto a larger road, a bit smoother, but at a very slow pace. He felt a rising in his stomach - a rising he only got before battle; a sort of sixth sense that told him that something was about to end very, very badly.
They pulled into a driveway; he startled, as he was so concentrated on the bad feeling - worse than normal, nonetheless - that he hadn't been paying attention to what was happening. But it wasn't just a typical, average household driveway - it plunged downward, and they drove under a cement platform of some sorts. After they had completely passed the edge of the slab above them, a long door of some sorts closed behind them - like a garage door, but more futuristic looking, and most garage doors didn't have steel and titanium frames.
Hiro's nose twitched. They were entering something strange - like… a lab? Indeed - the walls were pristine, equipment scattered everywhere - he was surprised they hadn't run into anything yet.
They came to a stop, all of a sudden. He could hear the girl pick something up from the front seat, then open the door; she stepped out, closing it lightly. This was it. Giving the nod of approval to the rest of his friends, they stood up - swaying a bit as they had been lying down for however many hours they had been stuck in the car.
Hiro checked the front seat - it was completely empty. Under the seats, in the glove box - just some syringes. Only 3. With some thought, he gave it to Go Go, Wasabi, and himself. Go Go rested her hand on the handle of the side door, and, when all of them smiled grimly, she gently - careful to not make a sound - opened it, the needle poised to strike.
They piled out slowly, scanning their surroundings. Indeed, it was a lab - though no one was in it, and instead of being a giant, mosty square room, it was like a hallway, in a mostly rectangular way. Hiro motioned them to the back of the car - they followed.
He caught eye of the girl, hauling out stuff - actually, their armor and bags! She was digging deep into the trunk, her head buried under the place where normally, spare tires went. Without thought, or permission from the rest of the gang, he sprung at a super human speed, aiming the needle at the assasin's neck.
He didn't expect her to reach her hand up just as quickly and catch the needle. Without hesitation, she swung her leg back, catching Hiro's, causing him to fall fairly painfully. A moment later, a blinding light appeared in his vision, as apparently, his jaw had decided to be punched, just to spite him.
More sounds of flesh hitting flesh and fighting occurred, but he was too busy holding onto his syringe. For what, he didn't know.
The assassin loomed into view. He gripped it tighter. She was looking down at him, with a look of something almost kind on her face, as if he were a newborn baby. He remembered his hand reaching up, gripping the syringe so that the needle was pointed at her bare ankle…
And everything went dark.
A rough, almost gravelly woke him up. "Have a nice slumber, Hiro?" He opened his eyes - only to stare across the room into the eyes of his brother. He looked almost worse than when they had seen each other - just hours ago.
"Tadashi!" he started to say, but the other voice tsked him.
"No, I'm the only one who is permitted to speak." Hiro looked around.
In the room, it was oddly clean and bright, sort of like a hospital room (which, Hiro had spent plenty of time in after a certain case, oh, maybe a few months ago.) It was bare, and he and Tadashi both had these cuffs on their hands, sitting in a chair, facing each other. In the back - his friends; all tied up, awake but groggy. They sat in a pile. Near the front of the room, in front of the door, sat an amused man, and Hiro's heart leapt out of his throat.
He looked like an older, more evil Callaghan - salt and pepper hair, a smooth, almost timeless face, but cruel eyes that dug deep into Hiro, making him feel almost self-conscious. The man held himself carefully, nothing about him seeming unstable - his eyes flickered back and forth from Hiro to his brother, as if watching an exciting sitcom or soap opera.
"So," he said to the teen genius, "how in the world did you ever expect to even come close to defeating Alala?"
"Alala?" Hiro repeated, the name sounding foreign in his mouth. Tadashi looked confused, as did his friends. The man sighed, stood up, and reached over to the threshold of the door, which opened with a soft hiss.
Moments later, the assassin walked in - this time, wearing black leggings stopping just below her knees, a gray, loose t-shirt, and flats. Her hair was in a braid, and she smiled, the scatter of light freckles moving to accommodate to her skin.
"This," he introduced, "is Alala - also known as our most skillful assassin, kidnapper, what have you. In all honesty, Hiro - when will you learn to stop fighting, no matter how much your nerves scream to do so. But, after all, you were busy with one other thing, weren't you?"
"Hiro," Tadashi said slowly, "what did you do?" He didn't answer. The director, as Hiro was inclined to say, spoke for him.
"Why, Mr. Hamada," he claimed, "your brother here, in coming in and trying to save you, nonetheless, only brought us what we needed." Tadashi's face paled instantly. "Yes, we did. Thanks to your brother, we now have the files of your invention - the healthcare companion." Honey, who had been all but dazed until now, spoke up.
"Hiro," she said gently, "did you have the files of Baymax in your backpack?" Hiro stammered.
"Uh, no - I mean yes! It was left in there due to my previous attempt as a new chip…" he trailed off.
"And," the director continued, "Alana here managed to find the flash drive in your backpack, locate Baymax's files, and sent it to us!" The man clapped his hands together, the girl next to him stoic. "How fantastic! In trying to save his brother, despite multiple warnings and the knowledge you could ever get into here, you bring us the final component that will enable us to continue with our plans!"
"And what would those plans be?" Hiro dared asking.
He grinned. "Why, to destroy San Fransokyo, of course." Hiro couldn't help groaning.
"Why," he said to the ceiling, "is everybody obsessed with taking over my city?"
"Well," the man shrugged, "y'know. Typical bad guy stuff, power, success, at this point, if I were a typical villain, I would be giving you a long, tragic backstory of how someone ruined my life in that city… but I'm no typical villain."
"Then what are you?" Wasabi timidly asked, not really looking for the answer but more from avoiding screaming in terror.
"I," he continued, "am the future of this pathetic world." He got up, started toward the door. He glanced back at the assassin, who was gazing intently at Tadashi so much Hiro was afraid she'd burn a hole in his brother's forehead. "Alana? Send them to the other cells - if you need to, get some guards to help. Just make sure that they are separated, and put yourself on duty."
"Actually… scratch that. Go and take a break, and I will put some other guards to do so - you've earned it." With those parting words, he left the room, leaving Tadashi, Hiro, their friends, and Alala.
"Where's Baymax?" Hiro finally questioned. The assassin didn't speak, as predicted. Hiro sighed. They had found his brother - but had failed to break him out, only being captured in the process.
All because of his choice.
Next chapter is going to be within the next 2 weeks, I hope - what follows this chapter is what I have been hoping to write since I stared this story, so it should (hopefully) meet all your expectations! Unfortunately, from previous experience, most people's expectations are fairly high, so let me meet all your lowest expectations!
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-DragonFire0102