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The hall is filled with busied voice of the worker, some tried to made new invention, some fixing problems, and some is analyzing a certain orange head.
“try to make a butterfly, think you can do it?” the worker on front of him asks, his blank stare made orange very very uncomfortable, like, he will do things like that gray man did with chosen, and- and- that is scary.
Following the order from the blank guy, orange tried to draw a butterfly on the air like it’s a canvas, and his hand left a black line that start to filled with white and formed a rather big butterfly, the butterfly suddenly Recognizing it maker, it immediately flew around orange happily, if only he were free, he would be amazed to see his creations.
Unfortunately he is not free, and seeing how tight the security is around him, it seems like the percentage of him being free is small, very small, cause that gray head- the one that tortures chosen like there is no tomorrow, always come to him every 3 hours, even when he is sleeping.
He can’t sleep, after seeing chosen battered body in the box, he can’t, he actually can’t fucking sleep, no matter how hard he tries, he tried to think of jumping sheep Alan showed him when he noticed that Alan is not sleeping too, but what was on his mind was the battered body of chosen, not the cute sheep that Red raised.
Someone please, please, please, help chosen get out of HERE!
It will be hard, second noticed how tight the security here, the four mercenaries that gray man hired is powerful, the agent can even paused someone movement and it would be a very difficult skill to defeat if anyone wanted to save them both, so like it or not, there must be someone to be left behind to be saved tomorrow.
And hell if second would leave chosen and ask to be saved first, chosen is his brother, he will not leave chosen at the hand of these monsters.(he already killed chosen’s companion, his other brother, the guilt is shredding, tearing his heart to pieces, he can’t let chosen get tortured physically too.)
The butterfly somehow noticed the change of his heart mood, now the butterfly just…stay on top of his head and somehow stroking his hair gently with it wing, and if there is no one but him and the butterfly, second is very positive he will melt there and then and- and-
Second miss his friends.
There is bile in his throat, waiting to be swallowed, there is tear on his eyes, waiting to be let fall. Fall, fall, and fall, like a waterfall.
But he need to be strong.
Chosen need someone strong to wait others.
His friends must have noticed his absence, they should be definitely be looking for him.
Right? Right.
Second trust his best friends with all his heart, and brain, and thought, and- and- and-
Please be fast.
He- he was breathing too fast, everything was spinning, his head felt so heavy, help- someone, help-
There is someone entering his box- that familiar grey head, not like others, this one is scarier- the one that tortured chosen is here- ah- is it his turn now? To be tortured?
Part of him is relieved he will take chosen beating now, that man already suffered enough, orange live for months happily knowing the one that kills dark lord is someone but him, now knowing that the one that kills chosen’s companion is him, he cant look at chosen face without that memory playing in his brain, he’s a murderer, he doesn’t deserve chosen’s mercy.
But- part of him- is scared, scared, frightened, terrified, at the torture, the gray man hasn’t even started and orange is already scared for his life- please- please- please- please-
“what is happening here.” The gray man opened his mouth- is it his voice?
The other workers seem to be afraid of this gray person, seeing how hesitant they are to answer this person's question, are they afraid they will be blamed? Will they be tortured like the Chosen if they answer wrong? Don't-
“Boss- i’m sorry.” Orange cut off one of the workers words, Orange tried to catch his breath, tried to look this person in the eye, but everything was spinning- his head felt so heavy- but he could- he definitely could- he have to be able to- “i- I panicked” orange continue his words, his eyes are trembling- stop being scared!
The gray man raised his eyebrow, his flat face makes it hard for Orange to read his emotions.
And then a black stick appeared on his hand- and everything became black.
Since when this kind of darkness feel so peaceful?
Victim stared at his youngest brother that fell unconscious with amusement, then he stare at hazard, the one he assigned to guard The second coming, hazard seem to notice the stare as he turn his rigid head toward Victim and seemed to tilt his head.
“pick him up, put him on the personal room I just made beside my office.” Victim said, leaving the orange haired boy.
Hazard quickly obeys, entering the box and pick up the tired looking boy, and follows Victim outside.
Victim steps are efficient, silent, fast, like what agent teach him, but he perfect it himself, and now his steps are one with the sound of the halls, no one notices him, much different than hazard, because of his rigid body, he just let people- the worker, stared at him, some horrified, some tried to ignore, some whispering, and some gagged, horrifiedly, all because the boy in his hold.
Hazard sighs “I’m not fond of these kind of attention, boss.” he groaned while looking at the gray head in front of him who walked like he had no burden at all.
Victim doesn’t answer for seconds before he turn his head toward hazard and glare at him, before looking at the second coming and sighs “get used to it for once, this is just one time, next time, you just have to carry him conciously.” He said, he make his attention on front of him again.
Hazard just shake his head minutely “what will you do to this one boss?” he asks
Victim just huff and answered his sharply “you, don’t need to know, hazard.” he hissed as he walked quicker.
Hazard just step and step forward and rigidly sigh, before tightening his carry on the orange haired boy, “a part of me pities you, but a job is a job kid.” He sighs silently, He doesn't want to take the risk of his boss hearing it.
And so hazard enters the lift, while his boss enters the room where the terrorist are detained.
Victim stare at chosen, while he doesn’t forgive this man for letting his brother kills his first best friend, he can’t let this man save the second coming.
Or Victim just have to lock him in the warehouse so he can't get out? Complete with the full tight not-organic being security, but Victim have to remind himself, that there is other part of danger, who wants to save The second coming.
The second coming own friends, that blue, yellow, green, and red.
Well, locking The second coming in a secret room beside his office is already a great idea, no one know that there is a room beside his office, other that the four mercenary, there is no window, only a door through his office, so if one want to go inside, they have to go through Victim first.
But victim must provide all the worst case scenarios ever so that the second coming can revive mitsi.
“speak up, i know you have woken up from your deep beautiful sleep.” Victim said pulling the chair and letting Chosen red eyes glaring at him, eh, he’s weak in this box, he can let his red beam out, but it will only felt like a air punch on Victim. “so? Got something to say?” he taunts pulling another chair behind him so he can sit on front of the black haired.
chosen spit his blood on the floor a little next to the victim's shoeed foot. “did I break a teeth of yours, oh The Chosen one?” victim asks flatly
well appearently the chosen one may became a little insane because he glares at Victim while his lips smirks a little bit “nah, don’t worry, you don’t break a teeth of mine, I don’t even know why my blood stays on my mouth tho, at first I intend to just let it flow, but why not to spit it to you, older brother?” he said, his eyes glaring full of hate, yet his mouth smirking full of mischief.
Oh, victim has the need to punch his face into the oblivion, brother or not.
Holding himself back, Victim smiled slightly as he took the memory reader and put them on himself, “rewind memory 10 minutes ago, Agent.” He said, relaxing on the chair and let he watch himself on the glasses walks on the hall entering another door.
He feel like he knows that The Chosen one is currently is watching his memory and so he relaxes on the chair letting his memory be watched by this man.
Letting this man knows, their youngest brother are in Victim hand, unsafe.
He watched himself entering the room that had the box held The second coming captive, and he let himself feel satisfied by the sharp intake of breath by the chosen one, did Victim made him mad? Absolutely satisfying.
There a swing at his feet? Is he trying to kick him? How pathetic. “what the fuck did you do to Orange!?” he growls, oh? He’s not tired yet? How energic. Tch.
“answer me asshole, what did you do to-“ and the screen showed The chosen one what did Victim do to The second coming, hit his head, hard, so hard The second coming goes unconscious, how soft. there was a sound of a chair squeaking, hah, is this asshole trying to move? Victim took the memory reader out of his eyes- turning off the device automatically.
Chosen glared at Victim, but all Victim did was embracing the glare, “glare all you need, little brother, before you live in a warehouse for the rest of your life” Victim said his blank face turn into a twisted on, his lips turning crescent, his eyes squint and his hands on Chosen’s shoulder, and it all felt worse when Chosen realize he can do nothing.
“take him to his new home-“ and suddenly the alarm rings, victim lags a bit, alarm? is there a theft going on? But- this is his personal alarm.
That mean-
“AGENT! AND THE OTHER! MY OFFICE ROOM!” Victim screamed it caught Agent off guard “SUBDUE ANYONE THAT GOT IN! QUICK BEFORE THEY GO TOO FAR!” he screamed then he got out of the box and immediately ran out, followed by the others, leaving Chosen dumbfounded, the white wall is half closed, and then a red blade stab through it.
Ah.
“damn, am I that late, Cho?” chuckles that familiar piece of shit.
Chosen tsk’ed, he felt relieved, there is a tiny part deep in his heart that really missed Dark. Seeing him now made him feel everything was a dream, but seeing Dark's burned face, he went to realised that no, this was not a dream.
And his youngest brother need help.
“DARK! DID YOU GET ORANGE TO!?” Chosen said, clearly ignoring Dark stare at his bruised body, Dark only sigh and walking slowly to Chosen and cut all the black blue-lined rope around him “Dark!” Chosen growled, he is too weak in here, it seems like he wasn't fed either.
Oh these damn Rocket corporation will be reduced to ashes after Chosen is healed.
Dark let out a chuckle before he help Chosen stands “I send some of my virabots to save that damn Orange head, no need of your help, knowing that asshole is with his mercenary, I asked for a invisibilty potion from one that orange head friend.” Dark huff, happy to be reunited with his partner in crime, with his brother.
They spend some good minutes embracing each other before-
Clap.
And that shook the reuniting brother.
“ah, am I disturbing? Fortunate.” Victim enters the room- and before he can do anything Dark throw bottles of potion to the floor on front of Victim, weakness, slowing, and a lot of other, Dark send a mental thank you to Blue who had made him bring more potion just in case, and it worked, cause his plan suppose to be perfect!
Dark quickly press a button and then the wall behind him explodes and Dark quickly flies away, took chosen and flied with him.
“Dark! Where is Orange!?” Chosen screech looking around for any virabot that maybe bring Orange “Dark!”
Dark grits his teeth, looking at the highest floor, and saw the four mercenary glare at them, with the remnant of virabots at their feet, and Orange being carried by Primal “shit.”
Chosen who heard Dark’s cuss stare at him, horrified, “dark.”
“fuck, the virabots cant get to him.” Dark stared below, making Chosen follows his line of direction, and his heart clench, his youngest is on that damn phsycopath, fuck-
“Dark we need to get Orange!” they are getting further away
“Dark! Hear me out” further, further away.
“Fuck! Dark!”
“Dark! We need to get back!”
“CHOSEN.” Dark snapped his eyes trembling “ I understand your concern towards our youngest little brother, but I can’t do anything about! You too! Look at yourself! We are still too weak to attack them directly! Be fucking real, Cho!” he stared at Chosen, he know how Chosen cared at Orange, he watched them for months after all, and he can’t help himself to be fond of that orange boy too, he erased the cursed code in him.
Dark couldn’t care less, Maybe, yeah, that orange boy is the reason he is weak right now, maybe is the reason he lost his left eye, the reason half of his face burned, but that Orange boy is still a good person, and they did what they did because Dark killed his friends too.
Dark realized he’ll kill everyone if someone kills Chosen.
“then- orange-“
“Cho, we will get him, just, please recover first.”
“…”
“chosen.”
“fuck.”
“what direction did they fly away?” Victim asks as he checks Orange’s body, no injuries.
“south.” Ballista mumbled loudly, he’s still busying himself on healing hazard, the guy just got attacked suddenly after all.
Agent lean his body to the wall, “you got attacked?” his glasses stare at Hazard coldly
Hazard sigh “it’s a sudden attack, when the lift opened, the hall are filled with those red spiders, they quickly swarm me up, and some of them took that little guy away, luckily I killed that some, and bring that kid to boss room, when I’m in boss room, I took out my weapon so the camera took it as infiltiration” he explained looking fairly tired
Ballista pat hazard’s shoulder “I’m glad you’re not stabbed by those spider, it would be unfortunate to lose one of us.” He said encouragingly, Yes, Hazard's mood immediately descended, but not Ballista who immediately laughed when he saw the scene in front of him.
“all of you shut.” And one sentence from their boss, and they all fell into a thick silence, before-
A groan from the orange head.
Opening his eyes and showing his chartreuse eyes, Orange saw Victim smiling at his little brother “glad to have you back, little brother.” Before he can panicked, there’s a thud sound, and Orange close his eyes again, snking into the darkness of his mind.
“boss?”
“shut up.”