A/N: Oh my gosh guys, I feel terrible. It's been so long since I've updated. I've just been so busy. Good news is, In about a month and a half, I'll be graduated. Then I'll have plenty of time to write. Hopefully you enjoy this chapter. Reviews are muchly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own BH6
Hiro awoke with a dull headache. He was tired, and his muscles felt sore. He heard the metallic sound of the door to his room being opened, and tried to make himself more alert. "Mr. Kabuki Mask" entered.
"Hello Hiro," he said. "Are you ready to begin work on my headband?"
"I already told you, I'm not going to help you," Hiro said.
"I'm not so sure you understand," the man said. "You have no choice."
"Actually, I can make the choice not to help you, and there is no way for you to force me to help you. "It's not like you can control my mind," Hiro contradicted.
"I'll bet you would like to see your brother again, Hiro, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah. What are you getting at?"
"You can see your brother as soon as you make me a headband."
"That's not gonna work," Hiro scoffed.
"Let me put it this way, you will not see any of your family until you make me a headband," the man said.
"Tadashi will come save me," Hiro retorted.
"Your brother is too busy with school to bother looking for you. He's at the lab every day working on some new secret project."
"Probably something to find me with."
"I'm warning you Hiro, someday that attitude of yours is going to get you in a lot of trouble."
"Well, it shouldn't matter now, I'm already in trouble." The man didn't respond, and simply turned to the door. He opened a small panel near the door, and entered a passcode. He pressed a few other buttons, and panels in the walls and floor opened, allowing a variety of things to come into the room. Within moments, the room had been transformed into a scientific laboratory. The man pressed another button, and metal shackles closed around Hiro's ankles, and calves. He came back over, and cut the ropes that bound Hiro's arms to the chair. Hiro noticed a few buttons on the arm of the chairs. The masked man finally spoke again.
"You'll notice buttons on the arm of your chair," He notated. "They can be used to move your chair along the track system it is connected to. Should you find that you are lacking any materials necessary to complete the project press the red button. It can be used to call me on intercom after which I can obtain the needed articles. And Hiro, do not attempt to escape, you are on twenty-four hour video and audio surveillance, and all means of escape are equipped with an alarm system. I wouldn't want to have to teach you a lesson." The man turned and left. The first thing Hiro did was to stretch his arms, trying to regain feeling. He then powered the chair over to see what he had to work with. His mind was racing. He didn't want to make the man a transmitter, but he didn't know what else he could do. He knew that Tadashi was looking for him, but at the same time, the things the man had said had planted a seed of doubt in his mind. Taking a deep breath, he again surveyed the items on the table before him. Sadly, he noted that he had all of the necessary items. A sudden flash of defiance worked its way through his muddled thoughts. He was not going to be used for some sick minded person's twisted plans. Tadashi would come for him, all he had to do was wait. Time passed. One hour turned into two, then three and four. Hiro tried to ignore the burning thirst in the back of his throat. He heard the clang of the metal door opening, and his captor re entered. The man walked up next to Hiro.
"Why have you not been working?" He asked. Hiro stayed silent. The man grabbed a chunk of hair on the back of his head, and jerked it back painfully.
"Answer me!" He shouted. Hiro mustered up his most venomous glare and stared at the man defiantly. "If you do not answer me, the consequences will be quite painful," he warned. A person of weaker resolve would have withered under Hiro's glare. This man, did not. He released Hiro's hair, and backhanded him across the face. The slap stung, and caused Hiro's eyes to fill with water.
"I already told you, I'm not doing anything for you." He was slapped again. Hiro head butted the man, causing him to stumble back momentarily. He recovered with a vengeance, and threw a fist into Hiro's midsection. Hiro gasped for air. The man then pulled out a knife, waving it dangerously in front of Hiro's face.
"Listen closely, Hiro," he said. "You either start working on my transmitter, or I start really hurting you." Hiro sat stubbornly. The man cut a small incision on Hiro's upper left arm. Before he could stop himself, Hiro uttered a small cry of pain.
"Get working," the masked man growled. Still Hiro refused. Another incision was made, this time on his right arm. Out of nowhere, Hiro's burning sense of curiosity returned, and he again wondered who was behind the mask. Upon eeing an opportunity, Hiro reached up, and tore of the mask. The man turned around quickly and grabbed a large piece of wood off of the table behind him. He brought it crashing down on Hiro's head. Just as Hiro was passing out, however; he registered that the man who had been holding him captive, was none other than Professor Robert Callaghan.