Shadow Boys 2: Part 4 Chapter 5
Title: Shadow Boys 2 : Midnight Mercury
Part Four: Quicksilver
Genre: Angst, Supernatural, Brotherhood, slight!Romance
Rating: PG - PG 15 (violence)
Fandom: Hey!Say!Jump with some others
Disclaimer: I own the plot, the OCs and the idea...the media, graphics and references to Johhnys is the reason I have this disclaimer.
Summary:
They risked their lives to save him. Now, to save them, he has to risk everything else. Bonds are tested and the stakes are raised.
They brought him home from hell, now….to protect them…he has to go back….
Part Four
Trust, betrayal...the limits of friendship and love...an amalgamation of different feelings...strength isn't always solid, but sometimes vulnerable...like quicksilver.
Chapter Five - Insanity
Blood was pumping beneath his skin and he was flushing all over. The adrenalin had him moving, almost in reflex. The hallways were a maze but he could sharply hear even over the warning sirens. He could smell the panic in the air; feel the footsteps through the ground. He could tell how many would come from where, how prepared they were to meet him and so he navigated, avoiding contact, breaking a jaw or an arm if met with any resistance.
He had given them his blood. It was foolish but it was a risk he had to take. He needed them to think he had been subdued, that he was under their control. It wasn’t hard for him to memorize the entire staff list, or at least those he knew were in charge…it was just like having a script to rote study. He had seen most faces, He had met with the people that were working on him, had known some from before. He knew where the labs were, where the central surveillance room was, where the newbies were housed, where the stuck up seniors slept. He knew where Ishikawa held meetings with his team, where his office was…
“Yamada!”
His body moved so quickly it took him a second to realize he had spun around and pinned a man relatively larger than him against the wall. The man looked dazed, fear creeping into the eyes behind his spectacles as he realized he could no longer move under the boy’s iron hold.
“Calm down, there is nothing to gain by rampaging around the facility!” the man named Hoshitsuki attempted to snap, failing to hide the tremble in his voice.
“Who says I’m looking to gain anything?” Ryosuke shot back, tightening his hold around the man’s collar, making him splutter and choke. The man began gasping, face ashen as he realized the boy seemed to be content with watching him run out of breath, almost as if he were in a
daze.
“Papa!”
The voice brought the boy out of his trance-like state and as if realizing what he was doing, he jerked back and flung the startled scientist sideways. The man landed painfully at the feet of his daughter.
“Su…Suzuka…stay away from him…,” the man gasped, clutching his chest. The girl glared at Ryosuke, pupils dilating. Ryosuke staggered as heat exploded within his head. He groaned, clutching at his hair.
“How dare you hurt my papa!” she shouted, her voice a painful echo within his mind. Clenching his jaw, he evened his eyes with hers and smirked at the shock on her face as she was suddenly pushed backwards, repelled by an invisible force. Hoshitsuki watched in horror as the young girl’s petite body slammed against the wall and she tumbled upon the floor, barely conscious.
Ryosuke turned on his heels, eyes focused on the door at the end of the hallway. Ishikawa, he would get rid of Ishikawa first…the mastermind behind it all.
It took him less than a second to reach for the doorknob and his tug unhinged the door. Letting it crash behind him he walked right in, coming to a pause at the center of a grand foyer. It was a complete contrast to the rest of the facility which was plain and strict with its gray walls and clean white tiles. The main hall was floored with pristine marble, reflecting the crystal chandelier above. Ishikawa’s office was on the left; the grand double doors open for him to see that it was currently unoccupied. Frowning he turned to his right, spotting a moving shadow behind the fluttering white curtains. The doors to the massive balcony opposite the office were open, letting in the salty ocean breeze.
“Where are you professor?” he wondered aloud, a small smile tugging at one corner of his lips. He was feeling unusually playful, like a child in a game of hide and seek. He walked out onto the balcony with casual steps, eyes upon the layers of forest spreading downwards to a where a thin strip of the beach met with rough waters. The balcony itself was perfectly camouflaged, with the floor and railing made to look like stone structures and the rooftop adjacent to it covered with foliage.
A flutter and he spun immediately to the side, avoiding a sleek blade that would’ve cut through his throat. His eyes made contact with a pair adorned by green lenses for a fraction of a second but it was enough for him to make out the murder reflected in them.
He stumbled about, dodging clumsily at first as the skilled swordswoman sliced the air with her blade. His eyes followed her every movement, as if memorizing the way she targeted him. In the next minute (in which he had attained a nasty cut on the arm and one on the side of his neck) his dodges had attained a sudden swiftness and his steps a cleverness even Alice could not fathom. She cursed as her blade struck granite as her target had whizzed out of her grasp like the wind.
“He’s a quick leaner isn’t he?” spoke the professor, amazed at the way the boy was now literally prancing from the deadly stabs Alice was throwing at him. Silver let out a tut of disapproval next to him.
“That’s just cause you’re spoon feeding him,”
The professor watched warily from the rooftop overlooking the balcony as Silver pounced upon the unsuspecting boy, successfully using his confusion to pin him down onto the concrete.
“Stop playing with him Alice,” he sneered. The girl shot him a glare, out of breath.
“Let go of me,” Ryosuke growled, squirming under Silver’s hold. The man’s cold glare unnerved him but his strong grip made his will falter.
“You’re strong kid, but you’re not a fighter,” the older man said sternly. Ryosuke struggled harder and smirked in triumph as he managed to push Silver off him.
“Thanks for the tip,” he replied irritated, eyes flicking up to where Ishikawa stood.
“Don’t do something you’ll regret later,” Silver spoke, a strange strain in his voice that caught the younger off guard. He then gasped audibly as a sudden sharp pain in his chest made his body freeze in shock.
“One thing you have that none of us do,” Silver began, crawling close to where the boy was on all fours, eyes wide and jaw slack. His face was slowly losing colour, only for it to crawl back for a bit before fading again, the strange cycle making him dizzy.
Silver looked at him, in something of mock pity as the boy began to tremble. He grabbed the boy’s shoulders painfully; a smile of satisfaction on his face at the tears pooling in the younger’s eyes.
“You heal from any wound right? That’s why the professor thinks you’re blood can make some kind of elixir of immortality. That’s good for him but unfortunate for you that despite being immune to even the most fatal of wounds, you still can feel pain, just like the rest of us,”
Alice sighed.
“Well according to our research, you have the ability to learn and enhance each and every sense, more quickly than the average person and pain is included in these senses. Superficial wounds might not break through the steal shield of your skin and you heal so quickly that the momentary flashes of pain from deeper injuries must be tolerable enough. Then we got to thinking, what if we manage to give you an injury that just wouldn’t fully heal huh? Prolong but pause your healing time, give your high pain threshold level time to develop sensitivity to the source of pain. Once we cross your pain tolerance, even a small paper cut would feel like a stab wounds. Let’s just give your stubborn pain
fibers a lesson on what they really need to be doing,”
Alice then began to back off, eyes on the blade she had implanted through Ryosuke’s chest just inches from his heart. The blood was seeping through the fabric of his shirt very slowly, but the way the boy’s face was strained, she knew they were right. The theory seemed complicated enough when the professor explained it, but she wasn’t really much concerned with it, it was the results that mattered to her.
“If I remove my sword, I’ll rupture a major vessel within your body. I’m now wondering, can you heal fast enough Yamada?” she then asked calmly, removing her gloves.
“Too bad this enhancement had such a…tormenting side effect, let’s see how long before you beg us to end your miserable life,” Silver finally said, watching how Alice forcefully pulled the boy’s stiff hands behind his back and locked them together with a digital cuff. The whimper that escaped the boy’s lips as he was then dragged and placed against the rail caused Silver to halt Alice’s rough movements.
Ryosuke had started to tremble. Silver than looked up at the satisfied smile on Ishikawa’s face and muttered lowly.
“Psychopath.”
Alice, despite her best efforts to sound offended for her uncle’s sake…couldn’t agree more.
~*~
Part Four: Quicksilver
Genre: Angst, Supernatural, Brotherhood, slight!Romance
Rating: PG - PG 15 (violence)
Fandom: Hey!Say!Jump with some others
Disclaimer: I own the plot, the OCs and the idea...the media, graphics and references to Johhnys is the reason I have this disclaimer.
Summary:
They risked their lives to save him. Now, to save them, he has to risk everything else. Bonds are tested and the stakes are raised.
They brought him home from hell, now….to protect them…he has to go back….
Part Four
Trust, betrayal...the limits of friendship and love...an amalgamation of different feelings...strength isn't always solid, but sometimes vulnerable...like quicksilver.
Chapter Five - Insanity
Blood was pumping beneath his skin and he was flushing all over. The adrenalin had him moving, almost in reflex. The hallways were a maze but he could sharply hear even over the warning sirens. He could smell the panic in the air; feel the footsteps through the ground. He could tell how many would come from where, how prepared they were to meet him and so he navigated, avoiding contact, breaking a jaw or an arm if met with any resistance.
He had given them his blood. It was foolish but it was a risk he had to take. He needed them to think he had been subdued, that he was under their control. It wasn’t hard for him to memorize the entire staff list, or at least those he knew were in charge…it was just like having a script to rote study. He had seen most faces, He had met with the people that were working on him, had known some from before. He knew where the labs were, where the central surveillance room was, where the newbies were housed, where the stuck up seniors slept. He knew where Ishikawa held meetings with his team, where his office was…
“Yamada!”
His body moved so quickly it took him a second to realize he had spun around and pinned a man relatively larger than him against the wall. The man looked dazed, fear creeping into the eyes behind his spectacles as he realized he could no longer move under the boy’s iron hold.
“Calm down, there is nothing to gain by rampaging around the facility!” the man named Hoshitsuki attempted to snap, failing to hide the tremble in his voice.
“Who says I’m looking to gain anything?” Ryosuke shot back, tightening his hold around the man’s collar, making him splutter and choke. The man began gasping, face ashen as he realized the boy seemed to be content with watching him run out of breath, almost as if he were in a
daze.
“Papa!”
The voice brought the boy out of his trance-like state and as if realizing what he was doing, he jerked back and flung the startled scientist sideways. The man landed painfully at the feet of his daughter.
“Su…Suzuka…stay away from him…,” the man gasped, clutching his chest. The girl glared at Ryosuke, pupils dilating. Ryosuke staggered as heat exploded within his head. He groaned, clutching at his hair.
“How dare you hurt my papa!” she shouted, her voice a painful echo within his mind. Clenching his jaw, he evened his eyes with hers and smirked at the shock on her face as she was suddenly pushed backwards, repelled by an invisible force. Hoshitsuki watched in horror as the young girl’s petite body slammed against the wall and she tumbled upon the floor, barely conscious.
Ryosuke turned on his heels, eyes focused on the door at the end of the hallway. Ishikawa, he would get rid of Ishikawa first…the mastermind behind it all.
It took him less than a second to reach for the doorknob and his tug unhinged the door. Letting it crash behind him he walked right in, coming to a pause at the center of a grand foyer. It was a complete contrast to the rest of the facility which was plain and strict with its gray walls and clean white tiles. The main hall was floored with pristine marble, reflecting the crystal chandelier above. Ishikawa’s office was on the left; the grand double doors open for him to see that it was currently unoccupied. Frowning he turned to his right, spotting a moving shadow behind the fluttering white curtains. The doors to the massive balcony opposite the office were open, letting in the salty ocean breeze.
“Where are you professor?” he wondered aloud, a small smile tugging at one corner of his lips. He was feeling unusually playful, like a child in a game of hide and seek. He walked out onto the balcony with casual steps, eyes upon the layers of forest spreading downwards to a where a thin strip of the beach met with rough waters. The balcony itself was perfectly camouflaged, with the floor and railing made to look like stone structures and the rooftop adjacent to it covered with foliage.
A flutter and he spun immediately to the side, avoiding a sleek blade that would’ve cut through his throat. His eyes made contact with a pair adorned by green lenses for a fraction of a second but it was enough for him to make out the murder reflected in them.
He stumbled about, dodging clumsily at first as the skilled swordswoman sliced the air with her blade. His eyes followed her every movement, as if memorizing the way she targeted him. In the next minute (in which he had attained a nasty cut on the arm and one on the side of his neck) his dodges had attained a sudden swiftness and his steps a cleverness even Alice could not fathom. She cursed as her blade struck granite as her target had whizzed out of her grasp like the wind.
“He’s a quick leaner isn’t he?” spoke the professor, amazed at the way the boy was now literally prancing from the deadly stabs Alice was throwing at him. Silver let out a tut of disapproval next to him.
“That’s just cause you’re spoon feeding him,”
The professor watched warily from the rooftop overlooking the balcony as Silver pounced upon the unsuspecting boy, successfully using his confusion to pin him down onto the concrete.
“Stop playing with him Alice,” he sneered. The girl shot him a glare, out of breath.
“Let go of me,” Ryosuke growled, squirming under Silver’s hold. The man’s cold glare unnerved him but his strong grip made his will falter.
“You’re strong kid, but you’re not a fighter,” the older man said sternly. Ryosuke struggled harder and smirked in triumph as he managed to push Silver off him.
“Thanks for the tip,” he replied irritated, eyes flicking up to where Ishikawa stood.
“Don’t do something you’ll regret later,” Silver spoke, a strange strain in his voice that caught the younger off guard. He then gasped audibly as a sudden sharp pain in his chest made his body freeze in shock.
“One thing you have that none of us do,” Silver began, crawling close to where the boy was on all fours, eyes wide and jaw slack. His face was slowly losing colour, only for it to crawl back for a bit before fading again, the strange cycle making him dizzy.
Silver looked at him, in something of mock pity as the boy began to tremble. He grabbed the boy’s shoulders painfully; a smile of satisfaction on his face at the tears pooling in the younger’s eyes.
“You heal from any wound right? That’s why the professor thinks you’re blood can make some kind of elixir of immortality. That’s good for him but unfortunate for you that despite being immune to even the most fatal of wounds, you still can feel pain, just like the rest of us,”
Alice sighed.
“Well according to our research, you have the ability to learn and enhance each and every sense, more quickly than the average person and pain is included in these senses. Superficial wounds might not break through the steal shield of your skin and you heal so quickly that the momentary flashes of pain from deeper injuries must be tolerable enough. Then we got to thinking, what if we manage to give you an injury that just wouldn’t fully heal huh? Prolong but pause your healing time, give your high pain threshold level time to develop sensitivity to the source of pain. Once we cross your pain tolerance, even a small paper cut would feel like a stab wounds. Let’s just give your stubborn pain
fibers a lesson on what they really need to be doing,”
Alice then began to back off, eyes on the blade she had implanted through Ryosuke’s chest just inches from his heart. The blood was seeping through the fabric of his shirt very slowly, but the way the boy’s face was strained, she knew they were right. The theory seemed complicated enough when the professor explained it, but she wasn’t really much concerned with it, it was the results that mattered to her.
“If I remove my sword, I’ll rupture a major vessel within your body. I’m now wondering, can you heal fast enough Yamada?” she then asked calmly, removing her gloves.
“Too bad this enhancement had such a…tormenting side effect, let’s see how long before you beg us to end your miserable life,” Silver finally said, watching how Alice forcefully pulled the boy’s stiff hands behind his back and locked them together with a digital cuff. The whimper that escaped the boy’s lips as he was then dragged and placed against the rail caused Silver to halt Alice’s rough movements.
Ryosuke had started to tremble. Silver than looked up at the satisfied smile on Ishikawa’s face and muttered lowly.
“Psychopath.”
Alice, despite her best efforts to sound offended for her uncle’s sake…couldn’t agree more.
~*~