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Hiro laid curled on the floor. His breathing shallow. It was hard for him to breathe when his chest felt like it was on fire and every intake of breath make it hurt even more.
His chest and back were covered with bruises. Luckily, he was never hit on the face. Usually the face was the first thing to punch. Even so, the guy who had come earlier had had no mercy in his eyes with every blow he gave. He didn't even care that the he was just a teenager. He was most probably paid or hired for this.
He deduced that these guys were in for the money and they didn't care about anything, only if someone stood in their way.
Hiro knew he didn't have enough time though. Those guys, they were desperate to force him to make that invention of his. Why did I ever thought of that in the first place?
Hiro winced when he tried to move. He couldn't tell where the pain came from anymore, only that everything hurt.
He tried again and this time, with great effort, he could manage to at least sit up and lean against the wall. All the energy made him breathe faster and shallower.
He was content that he was left alone after the beat up. That way, they couldn't hear him whimpering every time or so or see how pathetic he really looked.
Right then, memories of previews bot fights came to his mind. He remembered how most of his fights had not ended well. Scratch that, none of his fights ended well. He would get a good beating here and there. And Tadashi was not always there in time to save him. Hiro remembered one particular time when he had been seriously injured and couldn't even move. He didn't know what exactly happened. He had passed out from the pain but the next thing he knew, he was in the hospital with Tadashi by his side. He remembered the look on his older brother's face and let out a soft laugh. Tadashi's face was a mixture of happiness, relief but also anger and confusion. He didn't know if he should have hugged him or scolded him for doing something so reckless again.
There were other times when Tadashi came in the nick of time and saved him the beating, but not the scolding. Hiro would just roll his eyes and pretend to listen to him and take Tadashi's advice in. Only to go to another bot fight the night after.
Hiro was happy that his brother was there for him. They had been through difficult situations before but they always stick together. Tadashi made sure of that. Even if was Hiro's fault, Tadashi couldn't stay mad for a long time. He would even apologize for making him mad.
Hiro smiled at the memories, but soon tears filled his eyes, and his soft laughs turned into sobbing. His shoulder started shaking and he closed his eyes. He brought his legs up and rested his head on his knees.
He just wanted to go back. To go back home, to his brother, to his family. His only family.
Hiro was starting to finally feel like he could use his gift for something good, to help people and improve their life's style but at that right moment, he saw his talent as a curse. If it hadn't been for that, he wouldn't be there. He would just be an ordinary boy, living an ordinary boring life.
But Hiro knew in his heart that that wasn't what he wanted for his life either. He really enjoyed inventing and doing all kinds of things that other people could only dream of. It was exciting and thrilling. He could literary do the impossible with ease. And he was so excited when he knew he was going to work with Tadashi.
He wouldn't admit it out loud but he really, really, admired his older brother. Hiro had always wanted to be just like him. Confident, a leader, a good-hearted person.
His heart dropped as he realized that he may never see Tadashi again. Nor Aunt Cass. Nor his friends, well Tadashi's friends. They had become closer after they spent some time with him as he built and worked on his microbots. He would never see any of them again. At least he was grateful that his captor hadn't used the "I'll threaten your family" card.
Why did he had to smart? A genius? Was his "gift" really worth the risk? Was it worth the pain?
Hiro let out a heavy sight, not making his mind up. He drew his knees closer to his chest. His eyes started to drop slowly. The emotion roller coaster plus the beating had taken a toll on him. He realized he hadn't slept at all since he had woken up in the car, which he guessed, had been a couple of hours ago. And before that, he remembered being tired after working night and day on his microbots.
He couldn't tell how much time has passed. He didn't have a watch nor a window to see if the sun was coming up or going down. He was stuck there. With no way out.
When his eyes finally closed he jerked awake. He couldn't fall asleep. Actually he didn't want to fall asleep because he was afraid of what would happen when he woke up. He stayed there, sitting. Waiting for something to happen. He tried standing up but his body still hurt. He knew that he didn't have anything serious like fractures, only bruises. But that didn't mean he couldn't feel them.
Hiro's ears picked up some movement from behind the door and his eyes widened in fear.
He saw the "boss" (was it Keith or something like that?), as Hiro called him, enter the room, followed by the guy who had laid a few punches on him. Hiro gulped. He thought that at least they would give him a day to rest or at least to re-consider. But he had made up his mind on the subject as soon as they brought it up.
Luckily for him, the "beat-up" guy, Hiro named him, stayed behind the man he guessed was pulling the strings on the entire operation. Said man, Keith, walked closer to Hiro but maintained a good distance.
Not wanting to give him any satisfaction, Hiro waited for him to talk first. He didn't want to sound afraid neither desperate. Even though he indeed felt that way.
Keith stood straight with his hands behind his back, looking at him, waiting for an answer. When Hiro never opened his mouth or even flinch, he frowned.
"Well?" He asked impatiently.
"Well what?" Hiro asked stubbornly. He knew he had a big mouth sometimes but he would never give the other people the satisfaction they wanted.
Hiro saw him trying his best to stay calm but knew he was slowly losing the battle. A small smile crept onto Hiro's face.
"Have you made a decision?" His tone was calm but also strong.
"I said no. I'm not doing it. Look for someone else." Hiro knew that without him, they were at a loss. He remembered doing the blueprints but he never completed them, he left some parts only to himself and only he knew them.
His smile fell when he saw the beat-up come close to him. When he almost reached him, Hiro closed his eyes expecting to feel pain soaring through his body. When he felt none, he was about to let a sigh of relief leave his lips when a strong hand grabbed his arm and pulled him up to a standing position. Hiro winced from the sudden action. The sudden movement made his chest hurt. The hand grabbing him shoved him forward with force, making him fall on all fours. Hiro breathed heavily through his mouth.
When he looked up, his eyes met a glistering object and his eyes widened. He was shocked and suddenly really, really afraid. They guy was now kneeling in front of him. But Hiro was not focused on him but the object which he held on his hand.
His eyes were only focused on the knife in front of him. As it got closer to his face, he tried moving back but the beat-up guy stood behind him, not allowing him to go anywhere. He felt a hand grabbing and keeping his head in place.
The knife inching closer and closer. Hiro closed his eyes.
"Now..." Keith said and suddenly, Hiro felt a small cut on his cheek, followed by a small stinging sensation. He could also feel his blood trickling down. Hiro opened his eyes in shock and watched the man's eyes. They held absolutely no mercy.
"I'm going to ask you one more time." The knife left Hiro's line of sight and felt the cold metal against his throat. He closed his eyes again in fear and felt as tears started forming. He tried once again to move away but the other man's grip was firm and strong.
"Are you going to do it or not?"
Hiro's chest rose and fell non-stop. He gulped. This is really it. He could feel his body shaking. He had already made up his mind. He was not going to allow them to have his project on their hands. Hiro tried his best to get a hold of himself and answered with a shaky voice.
"N- no. I won't." He never opened his eyes. He just waited for his end. He felt the metal surface deepen on his skin but not enough to make a cut. He screwed his eyes shut even more.
Unexpectedly, Hiro heard a disappointing sigh leaving the older man's lips and the cold sensation on his throat disappeared.
He opened his eyes confused. He was breathing hard. Really hard.
This had been the closest to death experience he had ever had. And he had won. For now.
"He won't do it" Hiro heard the man say. He was still in shock at what had happened mere seconds ago. He smiled inwardly to himself. He was going to live. At least for some more time.
They tried braking him but he succeeded. Even so, he wasn't expecting the words that came next.
"Prepare the machine." He heard Keith say as he left outside, leaving the door open.
"What?" Hiro whispered to himself. The machine? What machine? He never got to think about what that was about when strong hands grabbed him again, pulled him up and he was being taken outside of his room and into the hallway. Hiro wasn't even paying attention to his surroundings. He was now focusing on what the guy meant.
"Wait! Where are you taking me?" All the way his feet shuffled trying to stop the man who was dragging him but his efforts were useless. He eventually stopped trying.
He felt a horrible sensation through his body. That kind of sensation you feel when you know something bad is going to happen. They turned a few corners, until they caught up to Keith. He entered a room and they soon followed.
Hiro looked inside his room and his eyes widened.
Ok soo dun dun duuun x)
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