Chapter 7: Temper

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Twisted Cogs

Chapter 7

Temper

Dr. Julien quickly found himself on his chest, his face being pushed against the grass. He could hear the disapproval of his sons not to far away from him. He tried to fight his way out of his predicament. He pushed the leg off his back and stood up looking around for his boys who were being pulled onto motorcycles. He ran forward to try to get them away from these men. He only took a few feet when one kicked him in the stomach. The air effectively flew from his lungs, another hit him on the back of the head with a pipe. All the color drained from Juliens face as he fell to the grass again. He was picked up and thrown onto the back of a motorcycle.

"Father!" Zanes voice was the last he heard before sweet unconsciousness took over.

Zane watched as his father hit the grass hard. He didn't move, even when the man picked him up and threw him on the back of a motorcycle. Zane felt cold all of the sudden, the fear of his fathers death overtook him. He yell was horrid to listen to, but a blinding white hot light emitted from him, and anything that touched him turned to ice. Echo watched in horror at his brother. He was unaware that his brother could do such a thing, it kind of scared him. He fell off the motorcycle and back peddled away from his brother. Samukai however had better plans. He grabbed Echo and held a dagger to his throat.

"Thats enough kid. Cut that temper tantrum off or your brother dies." He scraped the blade against Echos neck plates and smiled. Zanes powers stopped almost immediately. His eyes stopped glowing, and he held his arms out for his brother. One of the other bikers walked up behind Zane and hit him on the back of the helm. Zane made a choking noise before he fell limp against the ice he had created. Said biker picked him up and put him onto his bike and waved at Samukai.

"Good...now keep calm kid...or you'll suffer the same fate as your father and brother." The words were like knives to his soul. Echo looked from his brother to his father. In his mind they were dead. How could they be alive after all of this. He looked up at the man who had hold of him and just nodded his head. His little processors weren't able to comprehend what was going on, and they just shut down as Zanes did out of exhaustion a few months back. His engines hitched again, his vents still wouldn't let him breathe properly. His head just lay forward onto Samukais huge arm. All he could do was watch the city lights go by.

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Dr. Christopher smiled as he watched the bikers come back to their hideout. He watched Samukai get off his bike holding Echo up. He could see the robots eyes were still open, but he was limp in his arms.

"I think I scared this one, he hasn't moved since."

"They are very well behaved." Dr. Christopher looked up seeing Zanes unconscious form being placed into a room along with Echo. Echo just continued to lay there.

"Is he breathing?" Dr. Christopher walked forward placing his hands next to the vents. They were blowing hot air. He shook his head.

"Whats wrong with it?" One of the guards asked. Dr. Christopher shook his head. "Faulty maybe." He said and walked over to see Samukai putting Julien into a seat and zip tying him down.

"Lets let him sleep for a little while. It'll give me a chance to drink some coffee." Samukai said walking toward the back of the building.

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His head hurt so much, he moaned trying to move. All he could really do that didn't hurt was open his eyes. Zane cringed as the light hit his eyes. He looked around the room seeing Echo against the wall. His eyes were opened but he wasn't moving. Zane slowly got up holding the back of his head. It wasn't much of a wound really, it didn't even leak like he thought it would. He crawled over to Echo, he could hear his fans hitching. He ran his fingers over his back as his father did to him a few times after his own vent episode. He was hot to the touched. Zane looked around the room seeing the sink and found a cup sitting in the middle of the sink. He washed it out best he could and came over to pick his brother up.

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