C-Cis and the Adventures of Team Plasma

Part 29

C sat back down on the wooden planks of the ship for a while before the boss of the Team wanted to see him. The male grunt stood up and went to the office and entered. "Yes sir?" He asked, monotone as always. "The report came in. I will read it to you and you'll tell me if it's true." Ghetsis said in his typical strict tone. C nodded and listened, correcting the leader where the report was wrong. "Thank you 298. You're dismissed." The head of the evil organisation said, allowing the grunt to leave, which the grunt did.

C sat on deck, smoking a cigaret, as it began to move out into the ocean. His expression didn't change nor did it make him seem like he had any emotions. "298?" A new grunt asked, looking at C. "Hm?" C asked and looked up, blowing out the smoke of the cigaret from his lungs. "Why are we staying out on the ocean? We can't do anything out here!" The young and freshly joined grunt said. "I assume it has to do with the scientists. They probably need time for research, which may be why we are staying out here. And to avoid potentiall intruders." C said and inhaled the smoke from the cigaret and stood up. He threw the finnished cigaret into a trashcan. "Anything else?" C asked and exhaled the smoke. "No sir." The grunt said and went under deck.

C leaned on the railing and closed his eyes and thought back on what happened since he joined the team and sighed. "A lot of stuff happened. . ." He said to himself as he looked up at the flags of the frigate, before falling asleep on deck.

"CHRIS!" A young female voice yelled. C opened his eyes and looked up. He was laying on the ground, seemingly having gone back to when he was still a child. Was he dreaming? All he saw was a young person standing infront of him. How old were they? Maybe a year younger than C? The rest of the szene cleared as he saw that it was a sunny day in his home town. He seemed to just have gotten beaten up, as by the fact that he laid on the ground and had some bruises. His clothes were ripped and dirty like usually when he woke after having gotten beaten. "Thank god you're awake." The female was Sophie, a girl that C had feelings for. She hugged the young boy. C got up from the ground. He accepted the hug and hugged back. The two let gp and laughed a bit. Sophie tapped his shoulder and said: "Tag you're it!" Before running away, while laughing. "Hey! No fair!" C yelled after her and started run after her, laughing as well. They ran around, seemingly in their own world. They ignored the rundown buildings and roads, as well as annoyed adults that had to dodge the two. C chought up and tapped Sophie. "GOT YOU!" He said and turned around and ran away. He ran to a fountain and the sky got darker. "SOPHIE?" He yelled and went to look. "Sophie?" He asked as he got to the run down fountain in the middle of the town, where he saw his only friend lay on, thin as never, her bones visible through her skin. The young C fell to his knees as he looked at the sad sight. His only friend . . . starved to death. He got out the necklace and sighed. "I wish I had been able to give this to you. . . GOD I AM A FUCKING IDIOT!" He said as he pocketed the necklace again. He looked at the corpse, tears running down his face.

C woke up, looking at the bright blue sky above the frigate. The sun shined down on him as he let out a sigh. 'I can't ever let go can I?' He thought as he looked up at the flags of the big ship again. He got up and streached. His empty eyes looking at the other grunts on deck as he went to go under deck. He adjusted his clothes and went to the trainingsroom. A room he was thankfull that existed, as so he could train his body. He saw 2 other grunts there, a male and female, that he hadn't met yet. The two looked like regular grunts that just joined, as they were not really training but rather looking at each other and the male seemed tp just work out to impress the girl.

C, without saying a word to the two, grabbed two 33 pound dumbells and starting to warm up. He didn't want to impress them at all, he was just doing his regular workout. He may appear thin, but accually had quite some muscles to show. He started to do some curls to warm up, as the two newbies looked at the upper grunt, impressed. C then grabbed some 45 pound wheights, which exhausted him rather quickly and did some curls. After roughly 10 repeats, which he didn't count due to him not being able to, with each arm, he put them back and went to the benchpress where he put about 20 pounds onto, resulting in a wheight if about 65 pounds including the bar. He pressed them a few times and repeated the excersice 2 or 3 times before putting everything back and heading to the shower.

The two young grunts seemed amazed at what the grunt that was about the same age as them was able to lift. The male immedeatly tried to lift more, resulting in the female to held him. "You don't need as much strenght as he has to make me like you." The female said after she helped the male put everything back. The male blushed under his mask as he nodded. The two were totally in love or had crushes on each other.

C left the shower room and looked at the two. "Take this stuff seriously or you won't be able to work here anymore." He said and defenetly ment it. "You are in the same rank as we are! You are probably even the same age! We won't let you tell us what to do!" The male snarled at C. "C-Cis. 298. Upper grunt." C introduced himself. "Ask Ghetsis and Collress if you want conformation!" "I don't believe you!" The male yelled as he charged at C, who cought his hand. "So you want a fight huh?" C asked, looking at the, in his eyes, innocent and young grunt, who just glared at him. Cs eyes were empty as always.