Flesh Wounds

Chapter Twenty-three "Cool down"

I'll tell you when to play the amazing Breaking Benjamin.
Nick Pov

I yawn as I lazily open my eyes. Morning.. already.

It's been two days since we all got.. anyways I guess I'll get up now..

22 Days left

I get up. I didn't set my alarm but. It doesn't matter. 34 had been in his room all past days. It's Monday, well. On Earth. So it's considered a work day.

I get some camo jeans on and a jungle green t-shirt on.
Pat down my hair and out I go.

No one's. Out. At all.

It seems. Alien, that it's quiet.

Sparky spends the weekend working in the vehicle bay. 5000 doing whatever in his room. Yang usually around me and 34.

And 34.. I wouldn't know..

Okay.. I'm gunna have to do something.

*Knock knock* "Yaang?"

I press my ear up to the door. I can't really hear anything. But a little shuffling.

"One sec.." I hear her murmur on the other side of the metal door.

I tap my foot outside waiting for her to open the door.

"Are you gunna-"

Yang opens the door and she looks at me.

"So you needed me?" She asks me looking around in the hall.

And before I can answer she pulls me by the arm into her room.

"Oh well!-"

She practically throws me on her bed and starts interrogating me "Do you have any clue what's going on with 34?"

"No geez! That's what I was coming to talk to you about," I tell her.

"He seems. Lost?" She says mostly to herself.

This can't have anything to do with, no that wouldn't make sense if he could read minds. But 5000 probably can.

"What the hell.. I'm so confused.." I think.. and think.

"Well something happened the night we all got drunk so.. there's gotta be something, like, a camera or some recording device??" I offer to help.

"That's the problem. I already thought of that but.. the cams are in 34's room." Yang says doubting me.

"As expected," I start, "But there. Is most likely a bunch of vents made for lockdowns. So oxygen can get around. I can climb inside."

It wouldn't be my first time crawling through vents. And certainly not my last.

She takes a second. Then looks at me like 'What the fuck'

"What the fuck," She says proving me right.

"Just. One sec," I go over and start to leave her room. Before I get out she mutters a silent "Thank you..."

In the hall I think for a sec.

The workstation.

I go into the main room which is kinda a living room basically.

There's an X-BOX. A big, tv. A couch for three people. And 34's workstation I saw him on the first time I met him.

The blow torch looks a little weird not being used. It's got the same colors as 34's armor.

Blue and Orange.

I don't need that.. I need a Power Dismantler. He must have one?

I go through his things..

5000 Pov

Laying in bed, YouTube open on the X-Box.

BORED.

I open up the chat. Scroll through it a bit and go to TheRealVipmut.

'You want to play some halo or gta' I send him.

A minute or two pass.

'Not right now. Im checking on something. Still' He replies.

'Why have u been so quiet recently'

'What you mean?'

'I havent heard you yelling at all'

'Oh thanks. Yeah I'm not surprised you haven't heard'

'Havent heard what' ... 'uh hello?'

34 Pov

I put myself offline and open YouTube back up.

I search in Breaking Benjamin.. and.. looking, looking. Ah. That will do it.

Music. Play. Now.

I turn back to my computer, and reset that camera's back to 1:30 in the morning. That. Morning.

I take another sip of my Sunkist. Sighing I set it down.

What the hell is that? That 'thing' looked me in the eye before it..

I look down at my arm. The fucking thing cut me. With some knife it must've gotten from the kitchen.

But. I didn't do anything to stop it. I couldn't. On my left arm a cut makes the letters, "GM".

Those two letters I haven't heard in so long.

They stand for-

*CRASH*

"What the hell! Nick?!" I yell rolling up my sleeve on my combat top.

Doc, Rookie, Fucking Nick crashed through the ceiling!?

He quickly gets up and brushes himself off.

The sound of walking becomes hearable from my computer because the volumes all the way up so I can hear it.

"What's that?" He asks looking over my shoulder.

"Th-the cameras."

"Why?"

..
..

I think for a bit listening to the music.

..
..
.

"I think we have demons or some shit."