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The Difference Between Shackles and Freedom Pt.6

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"First I will look for you, once I have found you it then becomes inevitable, I will most certainly eradicate you and enjoy doing so." The words hung in the silence.

"Hiding in a filthy motel almost nine miles from where you live is low key but not strategic." She continued. "I thought you would consider leaving the country. At best that would have brought you some time, you of all people must have distinguished that it is impossible to deceive us" The girl in all black sat on top of the television with her elbows on her knees, all that could be seen was her nose and mouth, it seemed surreal that one could see with a hood obstructing their view. Lewis walked in holding a tray loaded with a bowl of cereal, orange juice and toast, he nearly dropped everything in shock, he didn't expect to hear another voice in the back of his room. She had come for him. How did she find him? How did she get in?

He was panicking it was written all over his face, the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"My presence should not astonish you, you should have been expecting me, I left you a calling card." She mocked him. His eyes darted towards the bedside table on which the black origami swan rested, the A under the wing visible even from where he stood. "it is humorous to see every ounce of vanity drained from your face to be replaced by horror. You look dreadful. How is that blood pressure of yours?"


"Rocketing if you must know... to tell you the truth I am petrified. But at I'd be lying if I said that I didn't deserve what is coming to me, I regret what I did in the Institute I was going to resign at the end of this week, collecting the experiments is wrong, killing them is-"

"Spare me the confession and... is that what we are to you people? Just experimentations?" Her tone darkened.

"You are our creations the Institute is your birthpl-" He held his hands out to her, his expression almost filled with longing as he swallowed hard, his throat felt dry and rough like he had been swallowing sandpaper.

She wanted to punch him, break his nose until it was on the other side of his face. But with difficulty she remained seated.

"I am not. And neither is my brother" She interjected just as what she thought might be nerves left him incapable of speech, "We do not know who our biological parents are! You did this to us. You deprived us of a happy childhood." She placed a silver dagger in between her teeth; he noticed her canines were unusually sharp as she pulled out a silver colt forty-five. He remembered the first time she had ever been given a gun. Those were her favourites.

"I don't understand… We-" He didn't have time to finish his sentence, it was at that moment Assassin shot him six times, once in each arm and twice in each leg, both in the thigh and the raining two to shatter his shins, making sure he knew what it felt like to not only be shot at but have those very bullets bore into your skin.

Andrews howled with pain as the bullets hit and broke his bones. Undulating with the sheer force he fell over sideways as his were legs no longer able to support his weight not only that but he was unable to save himself by cushioning his fall as arms we now as useless as trying to walk would be. His muscles burned as the agony ricochetted throughout what was left of the torn muscles in his arms and legs. Even so, he was still amazed at her precision, she had purposefully missed the artery in his thigh.  

"There is nothing to understand, you have made your bed. It is time to lie in it." Although there was a knife in her mouth she was able to speak perfectly and this only baffled him further.

"Who are you... you can't be the same... can you?" His breath was short as he bled out onto the floor, trying his best to grit his teeth and bare the pain- He deserved to die; she was surprised he was talking as much as he was in his state. She reached into the folds of her clothing and revealed six more shiny daggers just like the one she held in her mouth, slotted perfectly between the gaps in each of her fingers. "What are you going to do with those? You can't possibly-"

She lost track of what he was saying while thinking about several other things at once, one of those happened to be she didn't believe that he had suffered enough pain. She exhaled and threw each dagger as though they were darts and he was the dartboard, wedging each bullet she had fired previously deeper into his flesh ignoring his screams and whimpers as she did so.

"You asked who I was is it that you've killed so many of us, you do not commit any of us to your memory? Do our faces haunt your dreams; do we not torment your sleep? Or is your memory that selective you've managed to suppress the last twenty years of your life." She stepped down onto the floor from the TV and walked across the room.

Assassin studied him before bending low enough to his ear so he could hear her clearly.

His eyes widened as she lifted her head and positioned herself behind him, whispering something that was meant for his ears alone; he whimpered truly scared of the girl at his rear unable to move or drag himself anywhere, her bullets and throwing knives had taken care of that. 'Pathetic.' She projected into his mind 'Old man, What happened to your backbone? Where is the stiff-lipped professor that raised me?' Truth be told, he was only around forty-five but he was greying from stress and guilt.

"Forgive me" He said quietly as she placed a gun at his temple and the remaining dagger she had been saving at his throat.

"No." Her voice was no longer silky but monotone as she swiped the dagger across his throat shortly before pulling the trigger. She let his body drop onto the carpet with a sickening thud and put her gun away as she stepped over him and sat on his bed.

Her eyes diverted to the bedside table almost instantly and in the silence of the room she produced a piece of card, carefully she made a replica of the swan in front of her but in white, she stood up abruptly prior to placing it in his upturned palm and carrying the black one with her after choosing her destination she disappeared within the blink of an eye.



"Has anyone seen Assassin, do you reckon she knows we've moved and how to get here?" Dee poked her head into the kitchen; there was no furniture anywhere so everyone had taken to sitting on floors, tables or work surfaces everywhere.

"It's Assassin, she will find her way here, if anything, she knew where we were going to go before we did." I said as I ate the last piece of my muffin, I've always wondered why she is constantly so concerned about her; Assassin can take care of herself. What is she? She can't be human does she even have eyes? I looked up and focused my own, I had been staring at the same spot of carpet until it had gone blurry and my vision faded.

"Hey Logan" I poked him, we were both sitting cross-legged in front of each other staring into space apparently in deep thought because he didn't respond until the third poke.

"Hmm?" He looked at me questioningly.

"Does Assassin have eyes? We've never seen them, but you did when you first woke up in the warehouse, what colour are they?" Logan opened his mouth and closed it again.

"Erm, y-yeah course she has eyes." Why was he stuttering? He didn't have a stutter. I turned around to see Assassin standing in the doorway.

"A secret is called a secret because it is information hidden from everybody but it's barer and whomever they decide to tell, said person should keep those secrets, even if it costs them their lives." Her hood was facing Logan; she patted him on the back and then disappeared.

"How the hell does she do that? You blink and then she's there and you blink again and she's gone!" Logan stared at the spot she had vanished from, I'd love to learn the physics behind it, being able to shift your entire body from one place to another, actually being able to teleport... it should be impossible, but so ought a panther that occasionally talks and turns into a human... Midnight was in his cat form happily scratching his back on the corner on a work surface, his eyes were heavily lidded, it was rare but he seemed to be in the perfect mood, a deep purring sound came from somewhere within his chest as a satisfied smile lined his feline features.



Bullets flew past Hayabusa like leaves in the wind, some of them occasionally pelting into his skin like moderately large hailstones followed by a dull and slightly annoying stinging sensation, each individual bullet would rip into his clothing and crumple against his skin. He wondered how many clips the soldiers surrounding him would have to go through before they ran out of ammunition and sighed as he hung his hands loosely by his sides, his head was slightly tilted with genuine curiosity as he pulled out his PDA and opened the unread text that was on his screen, he read the first line before a bullet shattered it and continued through the device towards his face. As his normal reaction speed had always been faster than the speed of a mere bullet, rather than get annoyed to some extent at the sting of it he caught it in between his thumb and forefinger and crushed it, reducing it to dust.

His eyesight was far; far better when his eyes were closed as he was able to see everything in ultraviolet but when he opened them visible light, for example sunlight or any light produced by electricity pretty much blinded him. His relaxed body seemed to become one ridged muscle. It was on rare occasions such as this, that Hayabusa would become angry, and fittingly so too, it had taken him a very long time to fuse two PDA's an LG Cookie and a Blackberry together. For them to shoot it at the very least seemed barbaric. The soldiers dropped their guns as he wrapped his fingers around the skinny neck of the soldier that had obliterated the top half of his PDA. Most of them had only seemed to notice just exactly where he had moved to when their colleague had started choking.

Their attempt to save him was futile as punching and hauling seemed to do nothing but make him sway back and forth, this only infuriated him further as he lifted the soldier off of the floor and shook him like a fragile ragdoll. His face twisted in anger under his half face mask as he continued to tighten his already extremely firm grip around his neck, had he not made a vow of silence when he had achieved his revenge at fourteen, he would have been shouting very hostile and obnoxious words at him but settled for dealing a few heavy blows to the soldier's abdomen before realising that breaking his ribs would get him nowhere, if he wanted to continue doing what he needed to do and quickly, so he allowed the burly sized soldier to 'knock' him to the floor and take him in. She had better have a good explanation for coming back; His thoughts were interrupted  by the young soldier digging his nails into his hands in a last attempt to free himself before he lost consciousness.

Hayabusa tensed his hand as though he was batting away a fly. It would be unfortunate if he had died, humans have always been such delicate things. Even so this had distracted him from the main objective; nothing should ever distract him from the target. The goal. The bigger picture, PDA or no PDA. The soldier no longer in his firm grasp inhaled deeply as he pulled himself onto his knees, his face quickly returning from a deep red to a peachy pink. What was probably the colossal force of his teammate knocking them to the floor most likely winded him further, but again, this feeble push felt like nothing. Hayabusa was dragged to a room and gassed with what smelt like nitrous oxide. 'Old school'. He thought as it knocked him out.

When he woke up the first few things he noticed was that the only piece of clothing he had on was his underwear, his mask was gone and the only burn mark he had ever received was visible on the right forearm, that, and the fact that he was restricted, bound by his arms, legs and chest to a cold metal table. Anaesthetic never really put him under for more than ten minutes at a time, and as his eyes were closed anyway it was best to keep the people around him thinking that he was still sedated. He lay very still as the doctors opened him up, the thing that perplexed him most was that he could hardly feel anything that is until they started poking at his organs.

He had a clear view of the people checking he was-human or at least partly, and all the regular parts a healthy human ought to have, he forced himself to stop his body jolting as they seized his heart, it was a futile attempt as it was only a fraction of a second before his resolve as he clenched his fists and sat bolt upright as though he had risen from the dead. Each of the straps that held him snapped and their buckles pinged off of walls, scaring the wits out of the doctors surrounding him all of them were rooted to the spot in fear as he slowly opened his eyes for the first time in years.

Baldy was now standing up with his hands firmly pressed against the desk in front of the three inches of glass that separated the operating room from the observation room. A look of potent horror lining his features as Hayabusa's skin knitted seamlessly back together at the same time the mortifying scene unfolded behind him, the scientists that seemed eager to learn the secrets of one of the Institutes 'Children' ran away screaming as blood splattered across the glass. Hayabusa stepped down onto the wet floor and closed his eyes again, it took him a while before his vision focused but as it did he and Baldy stared at each other before he walked out of the room, leaving bloody footprints everywhere he went.
Baldy turned away and stormed out of the observation room he actually felt his health decrease nearly to the point of nausea, but now that he identified this adolescent, and saw that it really was Hayabusa, he would let him roam around the Institute. What more could he do? He wanted to stay alive for his own purposes and unless they drugged him to the point that he was susceptible to suggestion he would not bend to their will, and he is certainly not brainless enough to let his co-workers get that close again, so for now he can do whatever he wants in the Institute grounds, in spite of everything this is his home.

Hayabusa walked around the Institute still very, agitated about the destruction of his PDA, he had made it specifically for situations such as this. Instead of walking around like a lost chicken he would simply load up a net of the building so he wouldn't have been aimlessly searching for his attire for the last fifteen minutes. He heaved a sigh as he turned another corner before continuing to walk down yet another white corridor that smelt like hospital disinfectant, air freshener and something else he couldn't put his finger on. A door opened at the bottom of the corridor, of all the psycho doctors on site that had to saunter out of it, it just had to be Carol Smith pushing a cart full of bandages towards him. His eyebrows withdrew into his hairline. He had heard that this was the woman that had mistreated that Ashley boy Phoebe Ortega had taken under her wing. No pun intended. He stopped in front of the cart and frowned at her.

Smith wasn't all that shocked to see him, news travelled fast in The Springs, she had heard about what he had done to the doctors in the operating room and her eyes trailed up the corridor for a moment, drying bloody footprints started at beginning of the passageway and led to where he stood. She cleared her throat as an indication of her wanting him to step aside but he stood expressionless in front of her.

'My clothes' He said clearly in her mind, he almost smiled as her she became rigid; she was clearly not used to telepathic contact. This amused him, more or less. 'Where did you deposit my clothes?' He asked again, this time with slightly more force.

"I'll go and get them for you. Wait here." Smith turned on her heels and went back the way she came, Hayabusa followed her through the door into a very large storage room. He never once followed instructions so why should he begin now. Smith pulled a box off of a shelf and almost screamed as she turned around, Hayabusa was within kissing distance. She was surprised he appeared to be unaffected by this violation of personal space, he stepped back as she thrust the box into his chest, even though it was clear he would never try such a thing especially with this psycho witch. Give or take a few letters, he simply wanted his belongings back.

"Excuse me." She said while she waited for him to step aside before rushing out of the room leaving him in there staring down at the box. Shortly after receiving it he tore off the lid and dressed himself, he smoothed his clothes against his body, whoever had undressed him had clearly failed to find the secret compartments, which was excellent, otherwise they would've no longer been secret. He tied his half face mask tightly before refilling his pockets with his custom made match box, two lighters and a laser and the charger for his ruined PDA the fact that they'd put the only piece left of it in the bottom of the box depressed him. What was he supposed to do with a centimetre of a cracked screen and a keypad? He pushed this thought aside for the moment and contemplated about what he had really come for. That person was in this building somewhere. He had no understanding of why she hadn't previously walk out of this place, she is not foolish enough to let them get a hold of her and do as they have been doing to the other people in this place. So what reason does she have to stay? It is besides the point but he couldn't help but notice the very catlike slash marks across Norman's face… he walked all the way to the shower rooms with his boots in his hand not wanting to get blood inside them, he decided to wash his feet. Once dried he put them on and made his way to the vaults in which Institute kept their test subjects.


It had been an hour and Hayabusa still hadn't found the person that he was looking for, his very acute senses were telling him she was nowhere in the building, he couldn't even identify any past presence of her ever stepping foot in the building. Which to him was very peculiar, as his source was a very reliable one and had never led him astray before something was extremely wrong here. It was exceptionally rare but maybe, just maybe someone had tapped his PDA, he pushed his hand into its designated pocked before realising that he would no longer be able to use it, he sighed and tightened his mask in frustration, it was clear that that person was not in the Institute and also they hadn't been there in more than a few years to say the least. As soon as he left this town he was going to return to Canada and kick Luton's arse. How had people hacked it if they didn't know it existed- well it doesn't anymore and whatever they found wouldn't be very useful to them  as it was made only to make sense to him, even so it was programmed in code and would be gibberish to all else who attempted to read it.

For now, finding the infamous Phoebe was his primary objective, now that he had visually blueprinted the entire building he made his way back to the front of it,  stopping at the threshold of the institute doors as he raised his hand in acknowledgement to the surveillance camera in the corner above the empty reception desk, his smile covered by his half face mask, knowing that this would push Norman, or Baldy as most people had taken to calling him, over the edge for in his position he knew that he could do thing but appease him. Feeling quite smug he left for the last place he had heard Phoebe had been seen before his PDA had been snuffed out, but before that, he had earned himself a meal and few weeks of rest, once fully recharged he would decide when he would continue his journey, only at night would he choose to finish his business when he can camouflage into the background and move silently amongst the shadows.

Since meeting Phoebe in the Café, nothing out of the ordinary happened to Mordikai except when he found twenty-five pounds by his bin bags as he stepped out that morning to do his weekly shop. He went into his local Tesco supermarket and cruised down the isles picking out what he needed and something's he'd like to treat himself to, after filling his trolley and taking it to the check out desks he bagged it all up and made his way out of the store, he speed walked hoping that the ice cream wouldn't melt, the sun was blazing after all, as he did so he accidentally knocked a young girls shopping onto the floor along with his own their shopping scattered in front of the shops, the both of them bending down to retrieve the others shopping.

"Oh, sorry, I'm quite clumsy" The girl smiled bashfully at him.

"No, no, don't apologise, it was my fault I was in a hurry and wasn't really looking where I was going" Mordikai smiled back. "Here, let me help you," He said as filled a few of her shopping bags back up and swapped his tinned tomatoes for hers as they were dented.

"Thank you" She said quietly as he helped her off of the floor and put her shopping bags in her hand, he returned to the floor to finish picking up his own bags before standing them up against a wall and offering to walk her to her car, she accepted and allowed him to take some of her bags to the boot. It was very kind of him considering he didn't know her but he had seen her around before after all, Cobbleton was a small town, "I never asked your name" Mordikai knocked the window, she rolled it down with a fully fledged smile this time.

"My name is Sarah Wotton, yours?"

"Mordikai Romanov, it was a pleasure meeting you Sarah"

"You too" she smiled as he waved her off and watched her pulled out of her parking space shortly after turned to pick up his shopping.

Two tipsy teenagers who thought it'd be a good idea to go for a ride in their car and round the corner into the high street at eighty miles per hour at 4'O'clock in the afternoon, Mordikai watched the scene play out in front of him like a predictable movie, the drunken duet waving both taking their eyes off the road to wave at some young girls as they neared the stretch of high street, Sarah did not see them coming as she was distracted by putting on her seatbelt, by the time she had looked up and the teenagers had redirected their focus all they could do was scream as both cars collided.

Mordikai dropped his shopping as he ran towards the accident, everything around him slowed down to a stop, he stood quite still for a moment in shock before shifting his eyes to the two idiotic boys in the car opposite Sarah's, their faces twisted in horror, he looked back at Sarah, tears were welling in her eyes almost like she had accepted she was going to die. For the fourth time in his life he didn't know what had caused it, all he knew for certain was that time would only stay frozen for a few seconds more and then it would speed back up again as though nothing had happened. Before he had realised he was moving again, he yanked Sarah's door open fumbled around for the catch on her seatbelt wrapped a firm arm around her stomach and heaved her out of the seat with such force that the momentum carried on as time resumed its normal speed, Mordikai stood firmly as he pulled her into him, the boys ford focus crushed the front end of her car, white airbags cushioning their impact.

Sarah gasped as the scream left her throat, she watched her car get crushed on contact, and it was less than a second ago that she had been sitting in the driver's seat watching that exact car speed towards her. Yet there she was alive and watching the car that was facing her from the pavement, it was only then she realised that there was an arm around her waist connected to a body that was breathing heavily behind her. She spun around in his arms and automatically put her hands on his chest that was the only space between their bodies.

"Mordikai?" She said questioningly. "How did you save me? I didn't even see or hear you open the door, you must have been pretty fast- thank you, thank you for saving my life" She stopped midsentence to think about what she had been trying to say and then started again.

"It was nothing…things like this are only supposed to happen in movies, you past your test didn't you?" His mouth stretched into a thin straight line, voice was monotone as his heart bashed against his ribcage and something caught in his throat.

"Yes…" She was a little shocked at how he had responded, just a few minutes prior to that moment he had been a gentleman to her and now he was acting like she had just killed a relative of his.

"Your instructor told you to always check in front and behind you when backing out of anywhere, and when putting your seatbelt you are supposed to remain stationary?"

"Yes. It's only been three weeks since I passed my test and I've already totalled my car." She looked down at her hands on his chest and then back at him.

"Well, it's good that you are safe, be more alert next time and could you not tell anyone about this" He let go of her and stepped back a few paces before pushing his hand into his pocket and pulling out his wallet, he pushed all the loose change he had into her hands before continuing. "You'll need to catch a bus home, the care take care Sarah" Mordikai turned around picked up his shopping and walked home without a sideways glance, once inside he put his shopping away and then looked for the number the girl in the café had given him two weeks ago. "Phoebe…" He read her name off of the napkin as he pulled his mobile and dialled the number.
A random act of kindness from Mordikai there with Sarah how cute!!

I don't think Midnight will stay happy for much longer when he realises that no body has brought him tuna? XD

My Comment: I had so much fun writing this. I love Hayabusa. He's just one cool dude! annnnd! the continuing mystery surrounding Assassin, I love the next chapter I think it is, may be the one after, there's just lots of editing going on so you're just going to have to wait and see >_<




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