The Green Valley Twins

Fumikage Tokoyomi

"I'll save you," Fumikage told Shoto as the boy collapsed, gasping heavily as he tried to ride out the waves of pain. "I'll end this torture, just wait for me!" he took off through the room, crying as the kids around him wailed in despair.

"Careful!" Shoto's sister gasped and hacked, "Door! Open! Door!" but Fumikage was too far away, he couldn't hear her. The other kids did though and they began chanting 'door, open'. Fumikage didn't get what they were trying to say, didn't understand what kind of warning they were trying to give. So he kept running, racing for that door that was still open and then slipped behind it. He found a few more cages, more children looking more beast like then human, screaming and thrashing in their cages. They wore more than the collar but a muzzle and shackles, shackles that lit up with blue electricity; the muzzle kept their screams from being heard. He hurried past, hiding behind a crate he watched as the guards typed in another code before opening the door and walking into the next room.

"Just hold on," Fumikage told a reptilian-girl, her long shocking scarlet locks and tattered skirt the only clue he had to her gender. "I'll be back with help." The girl thrashed, her clawed hands reaching for him, tears sprouting from her eyes as she tried to stop him but it was too late. He was already racing through the next door and duking into a dark corner. The room was barren, no lamps, no crates, no cages, no candles. The only thing the room had was a concession of wires and tubes running along the floor towards something in the center, something that glowed with pink light. The guards were still walking towards the object, talking loudly how it was creepy and ugly.

"What the hell is it submerged in?" the second guard asked, sounding disgusted as he twisted to look at the thing in the giant tube.

"Amniotic fluid," the first guard answered, holding a clipboard and reading it off, "That's uh...that's like a... hold on." the guard grabbed his cellphone and whispered into its mike, watching as the search results popped up. "Oh ew! Its fluid that a baby is floating in before its born!"

"Gross," the second guard grumbled, "What's with all the tubes?"

"The restraints have a paralyzing agent in them," the first one answered, going back to the clipboard. "the lower tubes are urine and feces collectors." The second guard looked back at the first guard, as if he couldn't believe or comprehend what his partner just said. "They collect crap," the first guard dumbed it down as he flipped through the clipboard, cringing occasionally at its information.

"I'm gonna barf," The second one gagged as he pulled away from the large glowing tank.

"Not in here!" The first one stressed, "this place has to be sterile or she'll use it to attack us!"

"She's a quirk less four year old!" he tapped the glass for emphasis, no reaction.

"They have her on a consistent rush of five different sedatives and paralyzing agents," the first guard hissed as he grabbed his partner and started pulling him towards the exit. "Whatever she is, weak is not in that listing." Fumikage held his breath as the guards walked past him, never noticing him. He waited until he heard the door close, waited till the steps faded and the screams ended; then he took in a deep breath. Hoping that it was safe, he hurried towards the tank, looking up at the girl restrained inside. Her hair was short, floating about in untamed green curls. Her eyes had a thick black bandage around them, as if protecting her from the lights shinning on her from inside the tank. Thick silver shackles wrapped around her wrists and ankles, each with two wires of gold and red wrapping around them to pierce her flesh and inject the numbing liquid. They had changed her uniform for simple white bandings across her chest, leaving everything else bare as there were tools in her lower body parts. Fumikage understood the tools were designed to take out the bad fluids from her body but he couldn't help but feel disgusted that they had to do it to her.

"Isuki-chan,"Fumikage placed his hands on the glass, "Can you hear me, my friend? I amhere." he pressed his forehead against the glass, crying softly as the darkness remained silent around him. He felt lost, he didn't know how to free her. He knew she could save them, all of them, but he didn't know how he was supposed to save her. She was the key to everything. He felt something shift against the glass, like a new weight pressing the fluid against the glass where his forehead was. He looked up, pulling back just enough to see the reflection of his scarlet eyes in the pink goo. He could see a figure in the glass, it took him a moment to realize that the figure was standing in a white outline of a door. He dived to the side just in time to avoid the bolts shot at him, they bounced off the glass harmlessly. Another set were aimed at him, he flipped and twisted, glade his mother forced him to participate in the ballet classes with his sisters. The bolts tinged around him, followed by curses as he evaded them. The person in the doorway grumbled as they walked down the steps, pausing only briefly to reload his gun.

"Quite running brat," the person aimed and fired just as he was able to duck behind one of the boxes beside Isuki's container. Fumikage braced himself against the box beside Isuki, panting heavily he pressed his right hand into his left shoulder, cringing with the flare of fire that greeted his touch. In the doorway the person started speaking in another language, accompanied by a feminine drawl that he recognized. He knew in that moment that he had been played, it was all a trap to see how far he could go or to what he would do.