Chapter 2

1457 felt his mind slowly return to him.

Familiar sounds became clear again, the loud thud of metal on metal and raspy breathing easily recognizable. He felt hands under his knees and back, and felt no solid ground under his feet. His memory was jogged, all he could remember was the metal demon that tried to kill him, that...

Realization hit him. He was being carried by the monstrosity that almost killed him, the thing that beat him until the kind man stopped it. He couldn't remember anything after that, but he knew one thing.

This thing was trying to kill him again.

With renewed strength, he pushed against the metal chest of his kidnapper. He felt the hands leave him, and a loud grunt from the faceless demon that held him. 

He landed with a loud thud, the metal hitting his spine and his already traumatized head. He ignored the pain as best he could, and rolled on to his stomach.

He crawled away slowly from the metal evil that once held him, desperately trying to escape from the hallway that seemed to stretch forever. What he heard next stopped him in his tracks.

Footsteps. Metal footsteps. It was coming for him again.

Panicking, he tried to pull himself farther away, but he was trapped. 

"And where do you think you're going, pest?" 1457 felt something heavy being pressing on his back, the demon had caught up to him, "I could break your spine right now if I wanted to, and believe me, I do." 1457 heard an echoing laugh come from his captor, was it enjoying this?

***

3145 laughed, the inferior C-Class squirmed underneath his boot like a bug on the sidewalk, helpless and unable to defend itself. 

A smile etched it's way onto his features, the superiority he felt giving him a feeling of bliss. He applied more pressure to the inferior newborn's back, causing it to squirm more and try to crawl away again. 

"Squirm all you want, pest. I'm not going anywhere until you beg for mercy." He was sure he'd get a response this time, but the response never came. The C just kept trying to crawl away on the slick floor, completely ignoring him.

3145 felt his eye twitch.

He flipped the C over with his foot, and grabbed it by the neck. He raised it off the ground until it's head scraped the low ceiling, the C now trying to pry away his iron grip.

"Why...don't you...SPEAK?!" His grip tightened, the C now clawing at his visor as it's face slowly turned from red to an ugly shade of blue. 3145 growled in anger as his grip kept tightening, the C's movements starting to become more slow as asphyxiation took it's course.

***

1457 felt his lungs burn and his muscles become weak as the metal demon kept chocking him with it's strong grip. He could feel his life slowly slip away as the being kept tightening it's hold on his neck.

He threw his head back out of instinct, the will to survive now dictating his actions. He felt like he was falling for a brief moment before hitting the ground, and he inhaled deeply to soothe his burning lungs.

His freedom didn't last long. As soon as he tried to stand, a hard punch impacted his nose, breaking it. 1457 held his nose as fresh blood flowed out like a river, dripping onto the white tile and seeping into the tiny crevices. 

1457 retaliated as best he could, still weak from lack of oxygen. He threw his own punch, directed at the visor, but to his surprise the monster caught his punch with no visible effort. 

Before he could pull away, the grip from before returned. He felt his left hand being slowly crushed, the bones in his hand breaking and his knuckles cracking from the pressure. He screamed in pain, and tried to pull his hand out of the vice grip of his opponent, but his efforts did nothing. He saw blood flow down his pale arm, the grip not letting up even slightly.

He felt his knees give in, and the monster watched him fall to his knees. At 1457's show of submission, it finally let go.

1457 looked at his hand, or what was left of it. It was deformed, fingers were bent in ways they shouldn't of been, and one had almost been completely snapped off. Below his knuckles he noticed his a thin white thing protruding from a wound, and it looked broken at the end.

He only stared at it, he wondered if he should touch it or not, and if it would cause him more pain then he was already in. He noticed his finger above the object hung lower the the others, so he tried to move it. 

Sudden, severe pain was his only reward, and he clenched his teeth in agony. His gaze left his hand and went back to his attacker, who just stood stoic and seemed to only stare at him. The visor hid any of it's emotion, but it didn't make any motion to help him. It's head turned to the left, hearing something he did not.

***

'Well, look who finally arrived.' He saw Richards slowly pick up his pace,eventually going into a full on sprint towards them. He was probably going to be reprimanded again, but he could care less about what his so-called 'father' told him.

His father stopped in front of him, looking quickly between him and the C on the floor. 

"Son...did you do this?" His father looked at him with sad eyes, he looked like he was on the verge of crying.

"Do you see anyone else, Richards?" It seemed obvious to 3145 that he had done it, he didn't know why Richards was so uptight about it.

Richards only shook his head, "Son...he's your brother. How could you treat someone of your own kin like this?" The sadness from before was replaced with anger, and Richard's brow furrowed.

3145 slowly turned his head to look at his new 'brother'. Disgusted, he turned back to Richards.

"That's my brother? I thought you were a gene specialist, not a complete buffoon to make" He gestured towards the C with his thumb, "whatever that is."

"I'm not going to argue with you on this, son. Leave, you've done enough." 3145 was less then intimidated, so he gave a simple shrug and walked back the way he came.

***

Richards knelt down next to his son, who was staring at his broken hand in apparent shock. 

"Listen, I'm so sorry about what happened. I promise, your brother won't hurt you anymore once we get you through training." He looked at his son for any kind of response, but none came. 

He sighed, "Come one, my clinic is right around this corner, we can get you fixed up in no time." He tried pulling his son to his feet, but he jerked away and stared at him. After a moment, he stood up by himself, his gaze never leaving him. His son approached him slowly, he looked like he had seen the Devil himself. 

Richards was suddenly pulled into a hug, and he heard his son sobbing into his shoulder. He patted his son's back, and slowly removed himself from the hug. He gave his son a small smile and offered him his hand.

1457 looked at his working hand, then to Richards extended one. He slowly gripped it, and looked at Richards with eyes that said 'Thank you'.

Richards held his son's hand like father would would hold his child's, and lead him towards the clinic. 

Reviews

[catwoman]

wow, that's a surprising turn of things. you keep making me wonder what'll happen next. i really like your way of writing :)

[M.K. Alexander]

now I see why you 'stagger' your paragraphs. im liking your story so far; you are very descriptive. im definitely a fan: cant wait to see what happens next with C-1457 and 3145. btw, nice twist on making the two brothers:)

[ocean_side]

Killer writing, keep it coming.

You're writing style breaks up your work so that it doesn't overwhelm and drag on, keeping interest. You've got great suspense and hook within your words, leaving readers with the unspoken curiosity of, "what's next?"