5 And 19s Story

Chapter 5

With the others.

It was late out. And everyone had gone to sleep, part from 9 who was up with a small match lit. He sitting on the ground and looking through a couple of their design papers that he had taken from the first room.

"Come on, come on... there must be something about Cat Punks on here..." He mumbled to himself. 9 sighs and looks back at 7, whom was sleeping peacefully. He smiles a bit and continued to look through the papers.

As he did, he heard some footsteps out in the hall. 9 looked over at there door. No one was supposed to be up. Maybe 5 had returned!

9 got up quietly and walked over to these door and looked out his room. All the doors to everyone's room's were closed. 9 walked over to 5s room and opened it and looked around... no one. 9 started to check everyone's room's just to make sure. Yep, everyone was still in their beds and asleep.

9 was confused. He walked downstairs and looked around. No one was around.

He started to search the downstairs area but still, no one was there.

9 sighed, thinking he must have just imagined it. He started to walk back upstairs, only to see that him and 7's room door was open. He closed it before he searched the place. 9 gasped in fright as he ran into the room.

He saw a punk looking through the design papers, interested. 9 looks over at 7 as he quietly and slowly walked up to their bed.

The punk then turned around, "ah! Hello! You must be 9." He said. This punk had olive green fabric, gold optics, rope hair like 6's, a button similar to 7's but a blood red colour, in the middle of his chest, a few scars and a blood red patch on his arm. He also wore a cloak that looked soft and furry.

"That's me.. who are you?" 9 asked.

"My name is Oliver!" He chuckles a bit.

9 looks over at 7. 7 moved a bit in her sleep from Oliver's chuckle. Oliver looked at them and frowned. He shut the bedroom door, grabbed a cross bow and shot 7 with a dart. 7 yelped as she almost rolled off the bed, her eyes still closed.

"7!!!" 9 yelled and ran to her, taking the dart out, "what is this?!?!"

"Don't worry it's nothing that'll kill her, just something that'll keep her asleep." Oliver responded as he walked around the room. 9 put 7 back up on the bed properly. 9 then faced Oliver and growled a bit, "what do you want? What are you here for?!" He questioned.

Oliver looks at 9, "I was wondering.. if... you knew anything about the Cat Punk that has been roaming around?"

9's eyes grew wide. He looked away, not wanting to answer.

Oliver chuckles, "that explains my answer... all I ask of you is to tell me where she is. That's all I want. Then I'll leave you alone!"

"What do you want her for?" 9 asked suspiciously.

"Her coat and her claws! The claws of a cat punk are very sharp, perfect for self defence. And the soft coat is amazing for blankets and cloaks! Since winter is coming, my brother and I will be able to survive it!" Oliver answered.

9 was shocked, he looked at the cloak he had on, " is that from a cat punk?"

"Yes!" Oliver answered straight away, "now... where is she?"

9 stayed quiet.

Oliver waited a while before chuckling and walking back to the design paper's. "... before I came up into your room, I checked every of the others rooms when you were downstairs. And I noticed..." He grabbed 5's design paper out and looked at 9, "that your little one eyed friend was gone." He smirks a bit.