And welcome back peeps! How has your summer vacation been lately? Fantastic? Great! So, I guess, uh, continue on?
I don't think I own Big Hero 6, unless I pulled a Jason and lost my memories and/or got hit by a brick. I don't think that's the case.
A person, face covered by a plain white mask, stepped in and delivered a swift blow to back of the girl's neck, letting her fall to the ground. The new person wore a black jumpsuit covering everything up to her neck, a dark weapon belt on her. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, a dark brown, nearly black. Hiro stood, shocked into paralysis, as he watched the agent - female, by the suit's design - quickly disarmed the female guard and knocked her out cold.
The other two guards shouted, rushing at the new arrival. She calmly held out a small tranquilizer gun and shot twice - one hitting the leg, one hitting a forehead. They went down. She put it back in her belt.
Hiro stared at his savior, who turned and regarded him in silence. Without missing a beat, she walked over to a sleeping guard and pulled out a small handheld device, examining it. After some quick taps on the glowing screen, the clinking noise of metal hitting the ground echoed as the prisoners fell free.
While Tadashi slowly looked up in both amazement and fear at the person, Hiro felt a hand rest on his shoulder and the unmistakable tough voice of his bubblegum-blowing friend whispered into his ear. "Who the [insert word here] is that?" At this point, the teenager really was getting tired of being asked questions that he couldn't supply the answer to. Besides, he was too shell-shocked to even form a comprehensible word.
Around him, his brother and friends formed a human shield of some sorts - not that they were planning on being severely injured. But the lady stood in front of them, regarding the group. He felt something like a sharp knife scraping up against his stomach while her eyes swept over them. He wasn't quite sure if she had let them go just to be a nice person who would rather the city not be destroyed, or she had released them just to slaughter them more easily.
She turned on her heel and slipped out the door, signaling for them to follow her. Hiro groaned. Why couldn't they have gotten someone to actually speak to them, instead of having ambiguous signals and whatnot. And they really should know by now that that's going to do the opposite of making him trust said person.
"So, um…" He wasn't sure on what they were to do.
"What do we do know?" Honey Lemon echoed his thoughts. "We've already managed to lose Baymax, our stuff, and this whole mission in the course of a few days or less."
"Well, it's not like we have much of a choice," Go Go shot back. "The only way to get out of this prison in the first place is to go through that doorway. Unless you want to try and dig our way through concrete or sit and start rotting."
"C'mon guys, don't start fighting," Tadashi spoke up weakly. "It's going to be fine."
Hiro had forgotten for a moment that yes, less than a few feet away, his brother (alive, no less, and not on fire) was right there. He also showed his happiness by full on tackling the older sibling to the ground.
"Okay, okay," he laughed, Hiro's head buried in the dirty cloth of his shirt, "I got it. You really missed me. Can we save the sentimental stuff for later? Cause right now our chance at getting out of here alive is pretty low."
"Oh. Right," he said, cheeks flushing slightly both from embarrassment and joy.
"Sooo… I guess we get to follow her into the landscapes of death and germs?" Wasabi stated with a sigh.
"...yeah."
She couldn't believe it. Tadashi and Hiro - they're all grown up. It's been years since she'd seen them, and the resemblance between them as a toddler and now was astounding. Hiro still had that reflexive eye-roll, too. Tadashi was taller than her, and Hiro was about her height. It was extremely unnerving.
It didn't matter. She had to get them out. She's trained her whole life for this exact moment, but she didn't expect it to actually happen. Especially along with 4 others and a robot. But she would manage.
She had also remembered the blonde one - Honey Lemon? Little Tadashi had once pointed her out at the park - still tall as ever, with those big glasses. She saw the way he looked at her now, like there wasn't anyone else in the world. She guessed things never really change.
But, enough on the past.
Past the lit hallways, heart pounding, hoping no one saw them. The woman was up ahead a ways, turning left or right occasionally. Each room they passed was dark, devoid of any human life whatsoever. It was a maze, and not for the last time, Hiro wondered how big it was, exactly.
One more turn, and he found himself almost running into the lady. She gave him a look that would have been sharp, but a little bit lackluster, in this case. Up ahead of the hallway, voices chatted amongst themselves.
Walking over to a closed entrance, she typed in the keypad a code. With a green lit light and a soft hum, it opened from the bottom and revealed a room. Hiro, after slight reluctance, stepped in, followed by his friends. Tadashi leaned slightly on Honey, his legs weak from walking so much and spending almost a year in this place.
When they all filed in, she typed in something on the keypad inside the room, effectively shutting the door behind them. Not much furniture filled the room. A computer monitor hung to the side on a table. On the opposing side, a white couch that looked as if no one had ever used it sat on the tiles. Yup. Nothing else. Fantastic.
Hiro turned to her. "So, what exactly did you lead us here for?" His voice stayed quiet, despite the closed door. She shook her head, dark brown eyes blinking behind the eye holes of the mask (that was the other thing - what was with people and masks? It didn't make them look dramatic, only creepy) and moved toward the couch.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Fred asked, slightly curious. That was before she took out a dagger holstered on her side and sliced into the middle cushion.
"Okay then… our savior, furniture murderer," Hiro muttered under his breath. She took no notice to his words, though Tadashi did give him a look he knew all too well.
The masked woman - he really should give her another name, there were only so many ways he could refer to her as - pulled out a small hand-held device, the screen dark. More taps. More typing. And the middle of the floor opened up.
"Whoa," Hiro breathed. He peered in - a thin staircase, dusty from misuse, led to some tunnel underground. She pushed back and hopped down the stairs, waiting for no one. He looked at the others, who were beginning to look as if all hope had been lost, shrugged, and followed down the steps.
Almost there. One, maybe two more stops. Then they would be out.
At least, that was her hope.
"This is seriously too small," Wasabi complained, flashing back to last time he had been in such a confined space - maybe a few days ago or less, when they had been watching (okay, fine - stalking) Hiro whilst in the air ducts.
"Woman up," Go Go hissed back, trying in vain to see where the heck they were going. In fact, aside from the glowing screen that the lady held, no light reached their little tunnel. They'd been going for about five, six minutes, and so far, nothing much happened. Voices occasionally could be heard above them, and they hurried out of earshot.
"And how do I do that, exactly?"
"Well, you can start by not whining like a-"
"Okay!" Hiro interrupted, gritting his teeth. "Shhh, be quiet. Who knows who's above us." They shut up, but the air remained thick.
Eventually, she stopped. Feeling against the wall, a soft click echoed, and, like before, the roof opened and light shone through.
How many ways are we going to be doing everything but getting out of this place, Hiro thought, but followed her up. This time, there were no stairs, and he had to hoist himself upwards.
This time, the room was absolutely darkened. Light glowing, it was small, with some burlap sacks sagging against the walls. The door - smaller than any other, no glass on either side. A significantly larger body of voices echoed outside of the room, and Hiro's stomach clenched in nervousness - something he'd been feeling often.
She went over to one of the bags - with much care, as to not make too much noise, opened one up and placed something out on the floor.
Hiro rushed over to it - it was his backpack! Followed by Nightblade, which he promptly scooped up and held in his hand tightly, not trusting himself.
Soon, everybody's stuff - and armor - lay on the floor. And soon afterwards, everybody wore their armor, weapons, and all that fun stuff - save for Tadashi, who looked at them in something like in-credulousness and pride.
"Okaysies, now what?" he questioned, heart pounding. His palms were slick. She pointed towards the hole in the ground. Great. He slipped his weapon into his pocket and started towards it, when the unmistakable sound of the futuristic doors opening.
A guard - older, spry, graying hair. He stared at the group, who froze instantly. He raised his gun, but quick on her feet, their guide knocked him out with a high kick to the temple. Unfortunately, that only brought more attention to them.
Instead of going towards the underground tunnel, however, the lady went out the door, much to their surprise. After some hesitation, they followed.
Hiro had to admit, she had some skills. On almost every time they encountered a guard, he and the team tried to help take them out, she just calmly knocked them either unconscious or with a severe wound without stopping her running speed. In fact, the teenager could say she was equal, maybe even superior, to the assassin, in some parts.
He wasn't even sure if she knew where they were going nor where they were trying to get to, considering she didn't even stop at each turn, or slow down. The hallways blurred, the same design and set up every time.
"Where are we going?" he had asked, the dark blade in front of him humming slightly, but as expected, received no answer.
It was at the time when she managed to knock out four people in one blow that he finally lost his hold on his curiosity. Aware of his friends rushing to meet several in front and some staying behind of him, he sprinted and caught her arm, the fabric twisting in his tight grip.
"Who are you?" he questioned with force, holding tighter as she tried to pull him away. "Why are you helping us?" Instead of simply answering, she swept her foot behind his legs, trying to catch him off balance and fall to the floor. However, many nights training for Go Go prepared him for this.
He pulled her closer, seeing the smooth white mask. He looked into her eyes, a lot more closely, and his breathing slowed for a moment. Embedded into the dark brown pupils, gold flecks sparkled with both fire and intelligence.
"Tell me."
They had stopped running. His friends came back, Go Go giving him a confused look and Tadashi coming over to stand by his brother, frowning at the tight grip on their guide. But he didn't care. There were no guards.
Carefully, without breaking his gaze, she reached up, fingertips brushing the edge of her mask. He let go, trembling. They fell silent.
It fell to the ground, her hands at her side. Smooth skin, a round face. Her eyes, glimmering with something like nostalgia, looked straight into Hiro's own. A piece of dark hair fell, but she made no move to tuck it back. Hiro's breath caught, and he nearly choked.
"M-m-mom?"
Please don't kill me after that cliffhanger. Please... I have too much to live for! And I'm much to young! Not to mention, I have to finish this story. But...
Next post - whenever I feel like it. Sorry, not sorry. But I don't know exactly how things are going to play out, so it may be a while. Not that you guys care, I've taken too long before in posting chapters anyways. So... rate, review, whatevs. See ya later!
-DragonFire0102