CyberTech Worlds Clash

Chapter XVI

Colour Coded

Severus Snape shivered, as lots of eyes rolled over him from men wearing either bright green, or bright blue clothes while he was forced to wear bright red, but he grimaced at seeing one man who wore yellow, and he had ashen grey skin and cold dark eyes and pointed teeth.

This was the first time he would be eating in with the other inmates of this prison since he was brought to this place. He had been kept separated for the past two- and a-bit months as he was kept in solitary and watched around the clock as he was supposedly put on suicide watch, but he knew there was more to it than that.

Severus had been offered a deal. It was a terrible deal, so he chose to hold out for better. He wouldn't tell Voldemort's secrets without the offer of complete freedom, and he was pretty sure that was never going to happen. The muggles didn't do things like that like the magical world would.

He could still barely believe it. He was arrested by these filthy muggles, charged with – well, all of the things they thought were crimes, (though, technically were, but Dumbledore made the rules bend for him), sentenced, and locked away in a filthy muggle jail wearing filthy muggle clothes, and he couldn't do shit about it.

It had taken two days for his trial. His legal advice consisted of an older man who had apparently looked over his file, his charges, the evidence, and told him that all he could do was take the deal and plead guilty. However, he wouldn't take the 'advice' of a ridiculous muggle and was found in contempt of court on top of his other charges and sentenced to three life sentences in The Crater Super Prison.

Then to top things off for Severus was that a week after his first sentence, he was charged and sentenced to an extra two life sentences and forty-two years. He was still expected to be charged with more. He understood that fundamentally, he was going to die in this place, and never use magic again.

Severus had gone through five muggle solicitors already as he didn't want to listen, and they could refuse to work for him if they wanted, and he was too much of an arsehole. He had demanded a wizard solicitor eventually, instead. He was quite surprised that he got a solicitor from Gringotts to work his case that he had to pay himself.

He was disappointed. Severus's new solicitor had only given him the same bad news. He was going to jail for the rest of his life. He was told to just accept the deal; that he would be better off staying in solitary for his sentence. It had been a waste of money as he wouldn't listen.

Severus was carrying his food, or more correctly put, 'slop' (the 'people' who made it called it a stew), over to where he would hopefully be safe with the Death Eater prisoners.

He had thought about going with the Order of the Phoenix, but they didn't look very impressive, and it looked like Ronald Weasley has recently been beaten up. He was sure Albus would understand, as both Crabbe and Goyle had been incarcerated too, and they were huge. Surely no one would want to deal with bothering them.

However, suddenly a silver haired young man wearing green was in front of him, and his slop went pouring down his red top, and his tray and dish and beaker clattered to the floor where the silver haired Green kicked them out of their way.

The young man had a wide grin stretching his pale lips as he inspected the greasy Red. "The names Pietro!" he said innocently, but that gleam and coldness in his eyes caused Snape to take a step back and look around for help.

However, no help seemed to be coming as the hall had gotten nearly quiet and everyone was watching, some muttering some kind of wagers amongst their 'friends'. Severus looked to Dumbledore for help, but the old man just shook his head, scared. He didn't even look sorry for him; more worried they would come after him next.

"You're Severus Snape? Yes?"

He nodded but started as he turned to see a man in his late twenties, early thirties behind him with the bottom part of his all in one green suit hanging down, to show his white vest, and torrent of muscles bulging through it like a god of Greek mythos.

The man had to be at least six foot eight and towered over him with dark brown eyes glaring coldly. He noticed like the silver haired guy was wearing those shackle-like bracelets, like those he also wore; they were the worst part, knowing that they could induce pain.

Snape shivered, and tried to move back but bumped into someone else. He looked to see that the silver haired man had moved a little and was resting up against an empty table. In his place was a built brown skinned man with his hair cut short and painted a golden-bronze colour.

His dark eyes were also cold. It looked like only the silver haired man was amused as he was still grinning. This new man looked to be the youngest and stood at five foot eleven feet tall at most, and his jumpsuit was just like the large white mans but he wasn't wearing a vest, exposing his solid looking tattooed body.

"He's Piotr!" the man spoke. "I'm Evan, but you can call me Spyke!" he said chuckling coldly, and Snape almost lost bladder control as the man raised his right hand, and out came a light brown grey spike that looked almost tree or rock like, before he just used his other hand to pull out what could be consider a six foot long Bo Staff with sharp looking points.

"We heard a nasty little rumour about this new guy!" Pietro spoke up and he moved at unnatural speed getting in Snape's face in moments. "Some guy named Severus Snape: a red who was a High School 'teacher'; an incompetent one from what I heard. The only thing he seems to do with any real… priority… is allowing his precious little students to be… harmed! I heard he even partook in some of that harm himself… bullying students… among… 'other things'!" He left the implication hanging, but nobody needed any elaboration.

There was a collective standing as the rest of the hall, minus the wide-eyed Red's sitting at the table with Dumbledore, and the Death Eaters who tried not to catch anyone's eye as they coward at their table.

Dumbledore looked down at his plate as Snape looked his way, which caught the silver haired man's attention for a moment. However, Snape realised that none of them were coming to his rescue so quickly looked around.

Severus needed a guard, right? He was a prisoner. They had to protect him, right? Muggles weren't like mages. They didn't have Dementors, or torture prisoners, did they? No. He saw a guard a little further away. No. there were two of them talking to another few prisoners, and knew they were literally turning a blind eye or two.

Severus felt tears stream down his cheeks as he looked more, searching quickly, but all the guards were preoccupied, pretending none of this was happening. He couldn't help it as he looked down as a wet patch formed around his crouch and he wished he made better discussions as he felt piss spilling over his shoes.

Snape was quiet as he wimped and shuffled back while shaking. He bumped into something solid, cold, and metallic. He wished he just didn't look as it was the large man. His skin had changed. He was a monster. It was now light blue metal with near glowing white shields for eyes and dark blue metal hair.

"Well," the metal man said in a Russian accent. "That wouldn't happen to be you now would it!" he demanded angrily.

"Is Severus Snape a popular Earth name around his part of the planet?" came the sneeringly cold voice of the being in yellow, standing just over six feet and his semi-scaled skin bulged taught in his suit.

"I can't say it is," Pietro commented off-handily as the Yellow stalked closer with a grey swirl of light in his eyes.

"Do you know what we would do to a person like you on my world!?" the Yellow demanded coldly as he bared his sharp teeth and Snape quickly shook his head, too terrified to even question the 'my world' part to himself. "Well, hurting our children… purposefully of course – as accidents do happen - … in anyway, is a crime punished with labour so fierce, so toiling that eventually you'll die a terrible death being of some use, being abused – eventually… if you were lucky; they choose to no longer care about giving you just enough medical treatment that you won't die…-"

The Yellow chuckled whimsically as he stepped closer before he continued. "This world… this country is so much softer. But it isn't the toil, danger, or labour that would really break you on my world, but filth like me, and them," he gestured around him at the Blue's and Green's while muscles flexed and strained as they advanced slightly and Snape felt the rest of his bowls empty and squidge down his legs in a runny mess.

"It looks like in some places," the Russian said whimsically but his metal expression didn't change. "We are very similar," he finished with a growl at the end.

Snape shivered as he took a step away towards the nearest guard and leaving a little puddle and smudge of shit behind him. His eyes flashing around desperately as one man in blue played with little orange flames between his fingers and another in green let his eyes sparked with lightning.

"N-no – no – no - p… please!" he stuttered out begging. "Albus! Please! Crabbe! Goyle!" he screamed out. "Please, someone, someone help me!" However, even the guards ignored his pleas, and Dumbledore, and the Death Eaters could only look away while the remaining Red's could only watch in fascinated horror.

"I'll help you!" the Russian said, crouched to whisper in his ear; Severus Snape felt less than reassured.

Snape started blabbering and crying as he flopped, falling towards the ground, tears streaming from his eyes, and snot pouring from his nose as he tried to shield himself away from them.

However, he suddenly screamed like a little bitch as he was lifted effortlessly off the ground by the neck of his Red outfit, and tossed like a ragdoll, all the way from one side of the large hall to the other. Snape cracked as he sailed over everyone's head height, barely reaching the second-floor balcony as he bounced off and down, bending at an impossible angle.

Everyone in the hall followed his arc with their eyes when he finally smashed painfully onto the ground the other side of the hall. There were more cracking noises as more bones broke or shattered, as he bounced slightly before crumpling into a whimpering mess of blood, and into unconsciousness as the last parting of air left his lungs as he wheezed for breath, barely alive.

"Hey, leave some for me!" Spyke demanded in annoyance before all of them paused with grimaces of pain as their muscles tensed up, and he dropped his staff as currents of 'electricity' coerced through them.

"I get the next go!" the Yellow demanded through gritted teeth as everyone except the Red's were brought to their knees as more guards and medical personnel charged in.

One of the guards was quick to take the offending weapon from Spyke with some lame words of reprimand. The medical team was quick to retrieve Snape and get him out before the pain let up on them and they could rise to their feet, some of which offered the other Red's a glare of warning.

It only took about two minutes, but none of the inmates attempted to fight through the pain to stop the guards or medics, as it would be pointless as the greasy Red wouldn't be conscious for them to enjoy hurting him some more, and they didn't want the pain levels to increase.

Albus Dumbledore shivered in horror. It hadn't taken long for him to realise that you don't mess with Green's – or that Yellow – or the Blue's. He also realised that it was most probably one of the guards that purposefully told them of Snape. However, he now knew it was only a matter of time before they realised, he knew and didn't care, and then he may be next.

"Wait?" James Potter asked with a confounded look towards Dumbledore. "I knew Snape was an incompetent arsehole… and that he is always an arsehole to the students, but… beating him like that and... what did they mean by other things?!" he asked in bafflement as he looked around at the rest of the Order and with the exception of Dumbledore looked as confused.

Dumbledore was trying to come up with an answer when he paused in terror when that Yellow sauntered over with a cold grin as he looked from Dumbledore to James.

"I couldn't help but overhear you," the Yellow said coldly. "With ears like this; its not hard," he chuckled as he pointed to his tall thinly curved ears on the side of his head while James stared at him in horror as he leaned over the table with his clawed hands as he took a seat, and his armoured skull smoothly bald and suiting him well.

The Yellow leaned over and spoke close enough that James couldn't misunderstand even if he tried. "Bastard had been letting his students be-."

"Shut UP!" Dumbledore roared as he stood, which got the rest of the halls attention and startled his minions, as he produced magical force before he whimpered as his bracelets lit up and his muscles tensed.

"Enough of that, Mr. Dumbledore!" a nearby guard said firmly. "Play nice or I may have to send you to solitary!" he added as he walked past, and Dumbledore slumped back to his seat glaring at the smug looking Yellow.

"W-what did Snape do?" James asked as he turned his confusion to the Yellow. "A-and what are you? – I don't understand what's going on?"

The Yellow chuckled coldly. "My name is Machi. I'm a thief from a star system… a few systems over. I got caught by humans," he laughed as if it was something to feel humiliated over. "I was hiding out on this planet. Its sort of the middle of nowhere, so I figured I would be safe. I got a bit greedy and now here I am… much nicer prisons than my world or the Nova Cores."

The Yellow shrugged as it amused him that the Red's were further confused. "As for that ex-teacher. I heard he was charged with allowing male students to abuse female, and tried it for himself too… let parents get away with abusing their own children," he said with a shrug but his eyes held anger, as he helped himself to a cold soggy chip from James's plate, and slowly ate it while James had gone pale and green cheeked as he turned to the old man.

"What was Snape doing?!" James Potter asked as he looked to the old man having pushed his (surprisingly tasty) pizza slice and chips to one side as they were cold, and seeing a grown man mess himself when confronted by the Green's and Yellow made him loose his appetite.

Nodding slightly, James let Machi have his remaining food when he asked whether it would be okay, as he would never be able to keep it down, as he felt sick. James wasn't sure how he should have; could have felt about what he heard, so he just pushed the plate towards the Yellow, and the alien man started on it, not caring that it was cold.

"Got to hand it to humans though," Machi said with a delighted growl. "You sure know how to make a good… pizza… and I like fries – these fat fries are my favourite; even in here they can't go wrong with pizza and fries."

James felt a little nauseous as he chose not to answer the Yellow and continued staring at the old man. Dumbledore didn't show any sign of surprise. He found himself wondering whether Dumbledore had really looked the other way, or whether he might have even participated.

"It's nothing to concern yourself with James," he answered quietly. "Ignore that… thing," he said sparing the Yellow a cold look, but said yellow didn't look like he cared. "They're only Slytherins, and it was for the greater good that we left things the way they are."

"But…" James tried to think of some rebuttal. He tried to even conjure anger at the old man. He could feel his anger at Snape, but it felt diluted, indifferent. This was something he should care about wasn't it? After all this was - was the headmaster of the school he was only too happy to send his daughter.

James was feeling confused, as if he had a cloud within his mind. He had been feeling confused for a few days now. He was feeling guilt for something's that before he never had, and questioning things he should have before they happened. It wasn't as strong as he figured it should be, but it was still there, guilt, making him think.

This was the first time since he went to Hogwarts that he was thinking of questioning Dumbledore, wondering why he let Dumbledore have so much say in his family's life, his family's future.

Dumbledore took my son!

"Oh…" the alien man growled as James crinkled his brow. "This is getting interesting; keep at it, human; chains like that were made to be broken!" he chuckled as his eyes swirled with grey light.

"S-shut up!" Dumbledore hissed at Machi in worry before he turned back to James. "Stop with this nonsense James, don't listen to this thing! It was for the greater good!" Dumbledore spoke with a finality that just rubbed the younger man the wrong way, as his eyes flashed to the glowing grey of the alien before back to the old man's blue; they no longer twinkled like he remembered. "Severus Snape was a vital part of the war. He spied on Voldemort; we had to keep him happy."

James just shook his head with wide eyes as he looked at other Order members to see them nodding along with Dumbledore, but Dumbledore had this look of concern and worry that was growing faster and larger as he saw something only Machi saw before.

"Wow, somebody is waking up from lala land as you humans would say!" Machi growled out in glee.

"F-fuck you, Albus!" James hissed out as he ignored Machi, and he slid off the bench standing and moving away while his hazel eyes were cold, angry, and hateful. "A-are you fucking mental!" he roared out suddenly grabbing at his head as a huge burst of accidental magic erupted up and span around him as his head split in agony, just as Dumbledore stood to try hushing him up before any more attention came their way.

James's head felt like it was on fire, and he couldn't think clearly as the wave of magic blast Dumbledore in and over the table where he landed in a painful heap with that annoying Weasley boy crunching underneath the old man.

Dropping to his knees, James was still holding his head, thinking hurt like Hell was partying inside his skull. He didn't see it but Machi had finished the last of his free meal and slid off his bench and stepped towards James. Moments later James collapsed unconscious into the Yellow's powerful arms, stopping him from hitting his head. However, James still had some blood dribbling from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

Pietro had watched the whole seen only getting bits and pieces of conversation as some was spoken too quiet for his advanced hearing. However, as he watched medics quickly taking the man away from Machi, he had to wonder about those magicians, as he didn't know what Machi's angle was; probably bored.

Odd, very odd, but it looked like the old man was letting the greasy Red get away with his crimes, (crimes even he was disgusted with), and was even the head teacher. Pietro was quick to inform his crew about the old man as he watched some more medics take him, and that arrogant little twerp ginger-top away as they had both been injured by that odd, yet uncontrolled burst of power.

Voldemort… The Dark Lord… You-Know-Who… obviously the same person, but the question would be how to find him and his Death Eaters. Pietro was almost certain his dad would want to meet this bastard if he didn't get lobbed ion jail first. They had similar goals for different species, but at least the Brotherhood didn't go around murdering innocent people just for fun… well he was not too sure on Sabretooth's stance on that front, but the majority of them didn't.

However, it could come to blows, so he supposed it could be fun. After all these Reds were pathetically arrogant about their own self-worth - well that ginger asshole and the Death Eaters were. He was almost positive the old man was the same - he sounded like a preacher that didn't want to practice as that would be too difficult for him.

Also, it looked like they could use their powers in here, but most of them may need something, a tool of some kind to consciously do so – a wand or staff – something like that.

What an interesting bunch of freaks.

Pietro soon joined in with plotting some pain for the old man; Piotr had had his turn, so now Evan wanted to have a go at playing, since the alien seemed to have enjoyed fucking with the other Red's with whatever mind-fuck he helped remove from that other Red.

Spyke did say something about shoving a sharp stick where the sun was yet to shine.