Part I Tension in the Obscure

The pain. That's all it was. The pain was making see things, hear things. He gritted his teeth cursing under his breath. The wall behind him was cold. He closed his eyes, letting the feel of the metal on his arm sink inside him. The pain returned as soon as he lowered his hand.

The young boy smashed his maimed hand on the wall, cursing louder. The stupid thing refused to work, laying limply. He gritted his teeth as he felt bones crack under the pressure.

Blood sprinkled his boots, his pants. He leaned against the wall listening to it land on the metal floor. Life slowly draining off from him. Slowly.

The system. The system is getting the best of him.

The sound of the water drops into the gasoline echoed in the quiet tunnel. Dropping slowly, running down the cold metal into the shallow pool in his feet. Sliding down to become one with the murky water, his dark blood runs down his arms. Reddened, the water drones bitterly down the tunnel, where death and madness become one.

The young boy smiled, his eyes glimmering with a strange light. The open wound on his shoulder sting, but he merely holds his skin tight, forcing the blood to stop. He doesn't pay it much attention, because it wont stop, and he was becoming inpatient. The waiting can drive anyone mad.

The sounds of distant footsteps above his head brought him out of his guard. He gritted his teeth, smiling as the soldiers stopped right above him. He could tell they were distracted, slowed, over powered. The sounds of their frenzied walking, of orders given in a mad haste, of impotence. His smile widened as he leaned on the wall. He groaned softly, holding the place in his arm where he had been shot. That damned general Berengena had shot him not once, nor twice, nor trice, but five times on the same spot in his shoulder.

In the darkness, the young man jumped to a run, every once and a while looking back to see that he wasn't followed. No one would find him, he though, but he dared not underestimate the soldiers. He turned the corner, reaching for his gun in his belt, diving into the wall. He gasped, catching the sound of boots in the darkened tunnel, distant, like an echo.

He narrowed his eyes, as he saw the light at the end of the tunnel he was using as a way out. It almost blinded him. He reached the end of the tunnel. he found it to be covered by a metal wire fence. His small fingers gripped the wire fence that kept him from escaping. He dug them in deeper, trying to pull it off, but it proved to be quite a challenge. He snarled silently, his cold eyes studying the metal fence. His small eyes slanted, the light coming from outside hurting him. Outside, on the other side of the fence lay the way back to his home. He had to tear this out and escape and then the mission would be complete.

He dug his fingers in deeper, trying to pull the fence off harder, but he only managed to cut his hand. He cursed the unprecedented course of events. He frowned. He had never been told about this detail. His eyes became angry, dangerously mad, at the imperfection in the mission.

He'd kill the one responsible when he got back. He pushed it the other way and felt it give way. Laughing to himself, he pulled down the wire, it bending hard on his hands, not caring for the deep scars it left on his palms. He smiled, as he climbed through the hole and licked his palms.

Mission accomplished.

And the shots rang in the darkness. Red and painful.

Part II Intensity Screams in the Mind

"You are finally awake, you little bastard."

The voice was very close, the person's breath tickling his skin. He wrinkled his nose, disgusted at the strange feeling that curled up his spine. He felt his captor's body lean sideways, looking at him, the long cane that he used tapping the device on his arms that was holding him. General Berengena cocked his head amused. The young boy opened his eyes slowly. The general smiled, his lips wide with malice.

"Stop pretending to be unconscious, or dead, my friend."

The young boy smiled coldly. The officer came closer to him, raising his cane and slowly tapping the boy's chest. Just a touch. The young boy narrowed his eyes, his expression cold and uncaring. The metal that bound his wrists bit sharp into his skin. It was too strong for him to break, he figured. He stared silently at what he had thought had been the water drip; his own blood trickling into the floor.

The general, a huge man with strong built, frowned. Behind him, two other officers stood, their faces cold and silent. Their silver and golden medals shone red under the reddish light that hung from the ceiling.

"I don't know your name, little boy, " General Berengena said. " I don't know how you managed to infiltrate into my base, or how you managed to bypass the central defence system, and throw chaos into the whole area. I have no idea how you reached the core of logistics and erased all the data that took the Federation months to compile- or what's more - how no one stopped you. You are just a child."

The general gritted his teeth fiercely. The two other soldiers behind him frowned.

"Little boy, what ever they call you," the man continued." I don't know how a small boy like you could bypass the Federation's highest standard system and I don't care either." He leaned forward dangerously. "But, how on earth did you manage to kill all those officers, my officers. Brutally killed and not a single shot or trace of knife found on their bodies?"

Hiro's unfeeling eyes stared back at him, his face defied the general, a soft smile, wicked and demonic appeared on his thin lips. The officer recoiled, frowning, drawing the cane into his body.

"I did it with my own teeth."

The general gasped, confounded by the boy's simple answer, disgusted by his words. The soldiers behind him felt their faces loose their colour and turned away from the boy, about to through up.

"You bastard," the man drew closer, his fowl breath curling the boy's skin. "Who did you do this for? Don't tell me you're a little weapon for a secret group of rebels plotting to destroy the Federation? Who leads you, pathetic rebels that peace loving imbecile Colonel Tres? or is it that gentle talker Monica Lynn?" The officer snarled, his lips turning into an evil grin. Hiro didn't stir, didn't even blink. his eyes staring into nothing. "Or is it that crazy, maimed, scientist, Doctor J?"

Hiro's eyes grew slightly softer, the mention of his guardian's name throwing him off balance for a bit. The officer smiled, tapping his cane hard into the floor.

"He taught you to be this cruel, vicious infiltrator, didn't he?" The general leaned over the boy, his long nose poking at his eyes. The boy felt an urge to bite it off, but he remained calm. The general growled, his laughter like crystal on Hiro's skin. The man reached and unlocked the boy's metal binders with one swift movement. Hiro drew in his breath as the metallic teeth released his skin.

Hiro narrowed his eyes, waiting for the perfect moment when General Berengena would lower his guard and he'd be able to kill him too. He stared at the officer as the man drew back from him, a smug smile on them man's face.

"You rebel scum, " he said. "Do you believe your petty attempts will make the Federation withdraw from the colony? You miserable-"

Hiro leaped at the man, his nails like sharp knives on the general's skin, his teeth biting savagely on the man's ear, clawing his face. the boy gripped the man's neck, his slender, yet powerful fingers digging deep into the man. The officers behind the general seemed frozen in their places, staring at the beast that Hiro had become.

General Berengena snarled, bringing his metal cane up over his chest in defence, with one powerful swing, and sent the boy crashing into the wall.

Hiro shook his head, bringing his hands to it. He cursed under his breath, trying to focus and get to his feet quickly, but the general was faster. The boy yelled as the officer brought his metal cane over the his head roughly, breaking skin and bone.

"You wanted to kill me?" The man yelled. the two officers behind him cocked their guns, taken from their belts in one swift movement, and pointed them at Hiro's head. The general smiled as the little boy failed to stand up, his left leg broken. Hiro raised his cold, dead eyes and stared at his captor, his expression that of a captive animal. general Berengena snarled, his eyes darkened with hate.

"Grab him," he commanded. "Hold him tight!"

Hiro didn't cry out as the rough hands of the two officers dragged him from the floor, holding him savagely. They pulled his thin arms to his side, their nails digging into his skin. He narrowed his eyes, lifting his head in silence. The general smiled, his eyes shinning with a deep hatred as he lifted his cane over the boy's body. he liked his lip, his wrinkled dark tongue moving slowly over his parched lips.

"Pathetic little boy, " he said, his voice cracked. "I'll kill those who sent you, those who aided you, those who speak for your cause. All of those who dare dream that such people like you may dare to attack us. I'll silence Miss Lynn and her dream of a free colony. I'll kill Colonel's Tres's hopes for a military withdrawal and destroy your pathetic scientist's master mind, Doctor J." The general brought the cane across Hiro's face. "I'll start with you!"

Hiro bit his tongue as the cane smashed his face over and over and over again, breaking his skin, cracking his bone. His blood spluttered into the officers that held him. He felt his mind cry out for mercy as the general laughed, mercilessly smashing his cane into the boy's chest, his face, between his legs. Ripping his lips, his mouth all bloody, his chest broken, Hiro's little body crumbled in the tight arms of the two officers, falling forward, inert, his mind screaming madly, horribly, but his lips sealed.

He didn't once scream out loud.

"Scream, you bastard!" General Berengena yelled.

The soldiers released Hiro's arms, the boy's broken body falling still to the floor. The general snarled, bringing his cane hard on Hiro's back, cracking his will. The boy's body lay on the floor, now really inert.

"No," the general breathed, removing one of his white gloves, tucking the cane under one of his arms, disgusted at the fact that one of his white gloves had gotten dirty. "I wont kill you, since you refuse to die, but you will wish that I had."

Hiro's fingers moved feebly, his eyes trying to focus, but his mind was slowly blackening into that pit again. That dark pit.

 
Part III Death of The Soul

He was just a small child, barely old enough to know the meaning of many things or of his actions. His small body that of his age, 13 years old, yet his mind that of an adult, a hard built soldier, well trained and ready to die. Still, he was a child, like any other. A war child.

The sound of the soldier's footsteps outside the cage brought him out of the the quiet thinking he was doing. His head, skin broken and bleeding, lay reclined to the wall, his thin arms wrapped around his long legs, his eyes huge, his thin lips pressed. His mind was taking in a million thoughts at once.

He closed his eyes tight.

Thoughts have to reside to the back of his head or else- or else the system will win -

"So, you killed them with your own teeth...?"

Hiro opened his eyes, seeing whom the voice belonged to, the other only person in the cage with him. The boy stared at the speaker silently. The speaker was looking him over, searching for a bit of life behind the boy's cold semblance. The man smiled, his wide grin mocking Hiro's silence. The man was a Federation soldier, dressed in the lieutenant's uniform, put inside the cage to accompany Hiro for some reason General Berengena did not say. Hiro frowned.

"Pretty impressive," the lieutenant said. "Seems they are training young revolutionaries better these days." He laughed to himself, his laughter an ugly cackle in the darkness. Hiro closed his eyes again, willing the man to disappear. He drew his legs closer to his body. The man smiled at his gesture, liking his lips. "They caught you," he continued. "That's a pity, since maybe if you wouldn't have died the colony would have had some hope-"

The lieutenant laughed again, making Hiro frown deeper. General Berengena had put the man inside his cage no doubt to drive him mad. To tease him. The young boy ignored the man, sending him to hell, where the rest of the Federation was as well, and looked up at the dark ceiling.

"Boy," the man said. " the colonies aren't going to be free yet. It'll take a lot to move the Federation, maybe it will take its death. Don't you think so, boy? That's the only way to solve it, destroying the force completely."

The young boy snickered softly. The soldiers stood up, a huge statue over the boy's small body in the dark cell, and stood looking down at the boy. Hiro turned his head away from him. There was something in the man he didn't like.

"You're a quiet boy," the soldier said. "yet, furious. You refused to cry out, even when you were that close to death. That kind of soul deserves to be honoured. Even if it dies here-"

Hiro smiled coldly, his eyes dead and cold. He was always ready for death, should it come for him. Dr.J had trained him to be ready for it, to court it kindly, always smiling. The lieutenant lay his body against the wall, one hand behind his head and looked down at the boy. Hiro's eyes, full of hatred and coldness, impressed him. No wonder General Berengena couldn't stop hitting the boy, he thought. The boy was a defiance to all any soldier believes in. He stared at the boy's hands, bloody broken palms, yet so much like those of his own 12 year old son. No. Hiro's hands were trained to kill, as if it were art. 40 men had fallen to the cruelty of those hands. How can the rebels create such a soldier out of a boy? He was like a weapon.

The lieutenant stared at the boy's face, stoic and silent. A strange light came to the man's eyes as he raised one gloved hand and polished the small emblem in the shape of a golden lion, that he wore on his left pocket.

"What do they call you, boy?"

Hiro was silent. His mind was going through several plans by which to get out of the cell, but it seemed impossible. He'd need help from outside. he sighed his mind defeated, and already thinking on a way to take his own life. He'd have to die, hoping the mission would go on without him, hoping some other boy would become the pilot, but that meant letting Dr. J down. He didn't want that.

"Can't you talk?" the soldier asked. "Or are you afraid?"

Hiro looked up, his eyes angry, his voice a lethal knife in the darkness. "Hiro. Hiro Yui."

The lieutenant folded his arms over his chest, eying the boy slowly, his perverted eyes going up the boy's thin legs.

"Like the peace lover shit- head president?" he chuckled. The colonials are crazy, he thought. The boy moved away from him, sitting next to the bars, looking outside them for some way to escape. The boy's eyes moved smartly, fast, analysing, like those of an adult, or a wild captive beast.

"There is no way out, boy, so quit looking for it."

Hiro refused to look at the man. The lieutenant came closer to him, lowering himself next to the boy, until their eyes met. Hiro wanted to draw away from him, to get away from his reach, but he dared not move. This is what the man wanted, to make him cower and show fear. The soldier laughed.

"Do you know why they put me in here with you boy?" he asked. Hiro's eyes flickered wickedly. "so that I can torment you, scare you and drive you mad. How does that sound, boy?"

Hiro's small, thin lips, broken and bleeding, widened into a smile. The lieutenant cursed, drawing away from the boy's face, cursing the boy's smile. He wanted to hurt the boy badly. He had not believed that such a small brat had been able to kill half of his patrol, but as he looked at him now, he no longer doubted.

"A tough job," Hiro said.

The lieutenant's face twisted in anger. His hand shot, slapping the boy hard, but Hiro's eyes still looked at him, as if he'd never hit him, the smile intact. Such wills, the lieutenant thought, such wills must be broken. He straightened to a standing position, still looking at the boy. Hiro didn't move, his mind beyond anything anyone could do to his body. The soldier reached down for his belt, smiling wickedly. Hiro's eyes flickered slightly, his mind beginning to fear where the talk was leading to, but he remained quiet, looking at the man.

The officer snarled, reaching down to pull the boy off from the wall. Hiro's breath was knocked from his body, his bones already hurt badly. The man grabbed the boy's arms, yanking him roughly. Hiro began to laugh.

"Is this how you plan to hurt me?"

The lieutenant hit him again, making his mouth bleed again. Hiro felt the wind break from his body as his head hit the wall. His will. His will is going to break as well soon. He wondered how much longer his strength would last. He feared for what the man was doing, for that strange look the man got in his eyes. He wanted to draw away, but the man was shaking him roughly.

"Coward," he whispered. The lieutenant laughed, drawing the boy closer.

"I'll teach you the power that holds you, boy," he said. "The power that holds all of the colony. I'll make you suffer."

Hiro's cold eyes looked at the man, defying him again. Nothing, the man thought, the boy fears nothing. He snarled, hitting the boy again and again. Hiro's little body smashed the floor, broken and bleeding, but he did not cry out. His mind kept talking to him, Dr. J kept talking to him in his head. He kept looking at the man's eyes, still and stoic, as his ribs got hurt. The lieutenant drew his belt from his waist, hitting his back, his arms, his face. Blood sprayed on to the floor, over Hiro's shoes. The world became white lighting, terrible and dark. Hiro felt his soul break, his body crumple, yet he still did not cry out. he found strength to raise his head and stare at the abusive man, all of his courage in his voice.

"Coward-"

The lieutenant snarled, grasping Hiro's by his tattered shirt, bringing their faces close. He laughed, mocking the little boy, his fowl breath hot on the boy's face.

"You'll break boy," he hissed. "You'll scream and hurt, like the members of our Fed- patrol, which you mercilessly killed. I'll make you, you hear me?

Hiro remained silent, his blue eyes serene.

Angered even further, the man smashed the boy into the wall, smiling as the boy's neck twisted, blood gurgling from his mouth. The man snickered as Hiro's fingers clawed his huge hand, trying to free his neck.

"Cry out, boy," the man yelled. "Cry for mercy, pitiful boy. Scream for mercy, Hiro Yui!"

Hiro fell to his knees as the man released him, still looking at the man, his mouth shut. He felt his blood spill into the floor, running down from his forehead and his skull. His eyes narrowed as he watched the lieutenant scrutinize him, cocking his head from side to side, delighted at his pitiful sight. Hiro's breath stopped as he saw a new look come to the man's eyes as the man looked intently at his body.

And he was afraid.

He closed his eyes as his body hit the wall roughly, the man grabbing him roughly by the neck. He felt his soul about to cry out as the man gripped his small chest, forcing him to the ground, hitting him over and over, but he bit his tongue.

His blue eyes slowly became darker, refusing to think about his pain, instead making his calculative mind find a weakness in his abuser, but it was useless. He couldn't think well, his skull was bleeding horribly. Panic began to surge up his spine as he felt the man's harsh hands twisting his small body, banging him over and over against the floor. The man's hands travelled down his chest, tearing his shirt away, caressing him sickly. Hiro's mind began to scream.

"Cry out, Hiro Yui," the man drooled in his face, his eyes wicked. Hiro's soul whimpered as the man's hands stroked his breasts wickedly, running down his chest. The boy struggled to get free, but the man held him pinned. He gritted his teeth as his head hit the floor again, on his attempts to get free, his eyes wide with fear. The lieutenant laughed sickly, staring down at the boy's blue eyes.

"Coward-"

Hiro's mouth widened, a silent scream escaping him as the man slammed him to the floor harder. The man undid his pants and reached down to pull the boy's pants down his legs. Hiro beat into the man's back, his small powerful fists bruising him, but the man only laughed as he ripped off his clothes, leaving him with one tennis shoe, one bloody sock.

Hiro's mind cried out as the huge man's arms pressed his legs open, his harsh fingers hurting the boy. The world became blinding lightning again, terrible lighting as the man thrusted himself hard into the boy. Hiro's back hit the cold floor, his skin tearing, over and over. He had no more strength.

"Co...war-rd...co...w-ward..."

The man snarled, smashing himself into the boy harder.

"Cry out, damn you!"

The lieutenant screamed horribly as Hiro reached up and bit his ear. The boy jerked his head backwards, pulling the man's flesh, biting his ear horribly. Blood splurged on his face. The lieutenant screamed louder, his yelling mingling with Hiro's coarse laugher.

The boy closed his eyes, letting his naked, raped body lie still, waiting for death to take him. He felt the soldier's hands grip his neck, the pain becoming sharper each minute.

And then he heard the shots.

And he passed out.
 

Part IV: Bleeding System