My Friend My Foe V

“Vexen? Vexen, I heard screaming. Is everything alright?” Superior asked as he came into the room and Vex removed the needle.

“Well it is now.” The long blonde sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“What happened?”

“I was just examining his chest when he started screaming. He says nothing but Master, I don’t understand it.”

“This ‘Master’ must have been a big part of his life.” The Superior sighed as he stepped to the other side of the bed, placing a hand upon the boys cheek. He was somewhat surprised as the small redhead actually leaned into his palm.

“Mmmm…Master.”

“Did he still have an attitude?”

“Oh yes!” Vexen quickly responded, his hatred for the kid coming back immediately.

“Well then, I guess we will have to break that. I am rather curious what is up this boys sleeve. When he wakes bring him to training room five. We’ll have Xaldin see if he can teach him some lessons.” Superior smirked as he then removed his hand and left, after getting an acceptance from Vexen.

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I woke up and groaned. My dreams were a much better place. I rolled over and cuddled more into the sheets, maybe I could see Master one more time. Wait! Roll over?

I shot my eyes open and jumped from the bed. Yes! I was right. No more binds! I smiled and was about to make a run for it but glared and got in one of my defense positions as the long blonde entered.

“Oh so I see you’re up. Follow me.” He turned on his heels and was about to leave but noticed that I was not. I glared at him and kept my hands up. He glared back at me before sighing.

“If you follow me, I’m sure you can put those hands to good use.” I slightly raised my eyebrow at that and, I have no idea why, but followed him. Who knows, maybe it will lead to my way out. Well guess what, it didn’t. I was lead to a large arena room lined with bleachers.

That long blonde guy came up behind me and pushed me into the arena before smirking and taking a seat on one of the bleachers. I looked around for  a moment before noticing the silver haired guy was sitting in a box seat high above the bleachers.

Well maybe not that high, I’m only ten, everything is high to me. Even though, I am tall for my age.

“Xaldin are you ready?” The silver haired one asked a guy who I noticed was on the other side of the arena. The guy only nodded and smirked. He had long black hair and looked no more than nineteen.

“Yes, Superior.” So that was the silver haired guy’s name, Superior.

“Alright then. Young one, are you ready?” I raised an eyebrow but smirked. Oh so that’s what was happening. I was to fight the dread lock nineteen year old.

Hmm…what would Master say? Should I fight or not?

Kill all.

“Yes Master.” I whispered but then nodded to the Superior.

“Very well, you may begin.” I crouthched low to the ground and got in one of my attacking positions. This Xaldin guy raised an eyebrow at that and looked back at Superior, who merely shrugged.

He then shrugged himself and stepped forward. He smirked and did a mistake, he made the first move. He came straight at me throwing a punch and all but I ducked. I bet he blinked for the next second I was locked around his neck, choking him.

“What the…Get OFF!?” He yelled but I smirked as I stayed. My left arm wrapped around his neck as my right arm was wrapped my left arm, keeping it in place. My version of a choke hold. Xaldin screamed and latched his arms at mine trying to remove them but as if that was going to happen.

“LET GO!” He yelled as his face started to turn colors. I smirked wider. ‘Just a few more seconds.’ I tightened my hold.

“SUPERIOR!?”

“You may, Xaldin.” Superior replied calmly with a small smile. I gasped as a lancer came into his hand before I was stabbed in the shoulder by said weapon. I let go and fell backwards onto the ground, clutching at my wound. A lancer, huh? Interesting.

Xaldin fell to his knees and clutched at his neck, coughing insanely.

“You Motherfucker! I’LL KILL YOU!?” I only laid there, waiting. I had an idea already formed. Yeah I’m that good. He came closer to me and lowered the weapon to my throat.

“You’ll pay! Dearly!?” He brought back the lancer and this was my time. In milliseconds I jumped up, grabbed the side of the weapon and swung myself forward. This Xaldin didn’t even get a chance to blink as my foot said a rough hello to his face.

He went flying while I stabbed the lancer to the ground and landed perfectly on my feet, smirk on lips. As soon as he was on his feet I jumped to where he was and then onto his back and began to choke him again, now with his own weapon.

He screamed again and even with my injury I held my hold.

“Superior, Help ME!” He cried out as his face turned blue. I tightened my grip, digging my heals into his back.

“HELP!?” I smirked a little longer but then my fun was ruined. A gun was pointed at my head. A really strange purple one.

“Let him go.” A kid about the age of sixteen with an eye patch, weird, let out a low growl and dug what I assumed the barrel of the gun more into my skull. I glared at him some more and tightened my hold. I was about to say a cocky come back but someone grabbed my wrists.

I looked over my shoulder and my first thought was ‘Whoa.’

“I believe Xigbar said to let him go.” This massive guy behind me narrowed his eyes. I screamed as he twist my wrist, everyone able to hear the cracking of bones, and threw me to the ground. My face was squished against the ground as Mr. Tall and Massive smashed his foot into my spine and forced my arms behind my back, holding them there with one hand.
Geeze, what was this? Macho man or something? That Xaldin kid had fallen completely to the ground, looking as pale as a ghost, maybe worst.

“Xal-”

“Xigbar, bring Xaldin to the medical facility. Lexeaus, bring the young one to my office.” I was lifted to my feet and growled as Macho, yes that is what I’m calling him, pushed me in a direction. I looked back and was able to see the guy that had the gun help Xaldin to his feet, I sulked.

I had failed again.

To Be Continued.........