As Barron found his bones completely chilled to the tip, he found himself faced down. Laying on a very hard, yet cold, floor. His face pushed down against it, unable to pull himself up to his knees, from a very heavy weight pushing him down. As he struggled so he could get to his feets, he finally noticed where he was. And who he was with. Around him, on both sides of him, were his friend, and family. He gasped under his breath at the sight of his fallen loved ones. Neither of them were in the same position as he was, having to be pushed down, no, the two were in greater worser shape. Ren was covered from front to back in shameless black substances. Barron was sure it was blood, and that it had probably settled to the point of just about drying, that was the reason for the color being so dark. He was faced down in the same matter, but with both his hands at both sides of his head. One of them could cover the exact side of his face, so Barron could only make out one closed eye. Fear came over him, the moment he only saw the one.
The chance Ren was laying there dead, and he was unable to see for himself, hunted him. Stabbing into his chest, as he fought the person standing over him. Thrashing around, moving any part of him he could as quickly as he could. He was aware violence wouldn't help him get out any faster, but at that moment, his brothers were in need of him. He was the only one seeming to be still conscious. The others, Edward and Bright, looked a little better than Ren did. What he mean't by this, was their wounds weren't nearly as bad. As for what he could make out. Small bit of cuts and bruises. The only brushed parts along Bright's body, were the leftover remains of his tattoo removal, which Barron was sure the doctors took great pride in causing as much pain as possible. For they probably removed each one at the exact time.
As for Edward, the wounds he'd suffered from in the last battle, inflicted upon him by Aaron before the battle even started, looked much better, and not as life threatening, surprised to see, Edward's eyes were open, and he was able to stand. His grasp was clearly weakened, but that didn't stop Barron from looking at him for help. Blood from the corners of his mouth were easily wiped away, as he motioned towards him.
''Just promise you'll stop fighting, and he'll let you free.'' Was what he whispered to him. Barron confused at his words, acted before saying another word. He stopped struggling and thrashing and immediately felt the huge amount of weight on his back, slowly become less, then more, then less again, he heard the heavy footsteps move past him, as he got onto his knees. He was sure he'd be pushed back down if he got to standing immediately, so he took it slow. Just until he could hear the whole story. What was the necessary need to bringing him here? That he was hopeful to learn.
''Your wounds? How did you heal so quickly?! Its not possible! I saw you-''
''You saw me stab him, that was all.'' Snapped a deep dark voice.
Barron was sure he knew the voice, so well in fact, he wasn't surprised when he saw the face who it belonged too. As angry as he suddenly felt when he took in the sight of those stupid eyes, he refrained from acting upon anything. He needed to be told the true reasoning as he was there. Suddenly taken out of his room, and placed into a even bigger one, with wide white walls, and cold ass flooring. Plus everyone he knew was there, aside from the boy he'd met a few moments ago, with the spiritual power to transport his soul into a protection image able to be communicated with.
''Why am I here? Why was I taken from my room?! What the hell is going on!'' He snapped. Both Edward and Aaron were forced to eye each other, before Edward was the one who stepped up. Seeming to try to calm Barron down, though Barron wasn't having it, and slowly tried to back away, instead, realizing he was suddenly weaker, he went down to the floor. Landing almost on his legs, before he moved them to straight out in front of him. Placing his hands both on his knees, he suddenly felt sore and unable to move.
''What're you two doing to me! I'm not a threat! You know that? What ever your doing, cut it out!'' He demeaned. ''Edward? Tell me what's going on....please.....why are my brothers here? And why aren't you allowing me to stand up?''
''Because, Barron....your not safe to be allowed to go anywhere...''
''The doctor doesn't trust you....not yet...'' Cut in Aaron. Barron was sure he wasn't missing it, when he suddenly heard the weird stain of their voices. Robotic voices...Confusion hit his face like a bullet from a shotgun, and in seconds, he heard the grasps of painful voices suddenly echoing off the walls, before his mind shattered to the distant thought. He couldn't look in both directions, but he could hear them from both sides of where he was knelt, and it broke himself, the minuet he saw all four of them, placed out in front of him.
Spaces between the four of them, written and programmed with the same speech of tone. They'd been turned into mindless robotic drones. Seeming to contain the same exact features, matching with that of his own flesh, and skin, followed by the different shade of black and red blood, as before. Only with programmed, mindless operations. His face fell the second he saw both his brothers pained out, written with damp expressions, that matched nothing but a mindless siri.
''Guys....'' He whispered. ''What have he done to you....''
''You will notice the differences between their new and older looks. There wasn't much time to fix the programming software, to completely wipe out their memory banks, sadly, they still remember you...'' A new voice suddenly came into his ears, as he suddenly felt the strength to stand. Once he did, the anger inside him only worsened. The voice coming over the speaker box, was that of James Valentine. The man he already had so much hatred towards, he'd been named as the second, if Barron could suddenly wipe away that part of him that made him human still, so he could finally be able to act upon those who deserved his vengeance.
Sadly, he knew that could never happen.
The part with his humanity, had been given to him. Had been shown to him, the minuet he'd been born. And had continued to grow, the more he learned about the rights and wrongs, from his two older brothers. His family truly is his humanity.
''Bastard! Your going to pay for what ever you did to them! I'll be the one to keep you, truly what you deserve!'' Barron couldn't stop himself from trying to contain his anger through the means of clenching, and tightening down upon his teeth. His mouth ached the moment he finally stopped, to speck again, but froze once the voice of the doctor came back through his brain.
''You truly have no idea what I've created, do you? No! You can't possibly understand what's in front of you, I've created a new history. A new history where creatures like you, won't be able to hide themselves from the real world any longer. I'll be able to find the worlds you've all been hiding on, and take them for myself? Do you have any idea how rich and powerful I'll be?! It'll be like a whole new world, run by nothing but reason and science! It'll be....'' The doctor's voice suddenly paused, as his voice grew soft and cold. Barron couldn't believe the same man was even still talking. The difference in his old tone, vs his newer much more creepier tone, was that of a horror movie killer, or ghost, or even that of a demon.
Which Barron knew about all to well. Seeming as to everyone else, the words he'd been practicing over and over in the back of his mind, was of him telling the world the truth. The truth of what he truly was. That of a winged demon. The others, Ren and Bright, demons of Class A and B. Which mean't they were a whole different type of race. Given to them of ranked, from their late father.
However, Barron had been different. Much more strange, and unique. Their mother, had been a winged demon. At that time, was still deemed the lowest of demons, sadly the power of the wings permanently left damage to the human host body. Ren and Bright, and his father, never had to experience permanent wounds left from their powers. Since, the ranked were always the ones deemed the stronger of the strong.
''You've lost yourself, doctor. Something's taken you over, I can hear it through your voice! Please, come here, and let me help you!'' Barron's voice was filled with sadness, and stain as he suddenly heard the ruffed, crackling, laughter of the mad doctor, as his voice rattled, shaking his brain, followed by the explosive power done to his eardrums. The voice was so pericing and loud, Barron suddenly felt a warm liquid run down the sides of his head. From his ears, was the same shade of blood.
On his rightful home, blood there, was called Shameless blood. For the demons had been shamed on, from many of the other nations, it was hard to strain away from the fact that demons are still powerful, but offend get taken lightly because of how common they are. Demons certainly have competition when it came from those of the air nation, or the warm and cold ones, belonging to Nation Valley. Even the race of Sparks, had been ranked highest. Remembering as many demons had been slaughtered by Sparks the moment the banishments had started.
And most of his race had been sent to Earth, from indouring banishment by the higher up councils. Those days were dark, and painful. Thankfully, no matter what they'd done as children, Ren, Bright, and Barron had never been banished. Not until shortly after their mother had passed away. Joining along with the death of their late father who'd died of old age. Surprising, demons can still age.
''Help me? You want me to come down there, so you can help me? Now, why on earth would I want help? Especially from you! I don't need you, what I need is to get rid of you! And what better way to do that, then to have your own friends do the dirty work for me?!''
As the sudden scent of boiling ash, followed by many explosives thrown towards him, he was quick to dodge. However, the leftover smoke and flaming bits of ash, had left a toxic like substance to mix into the air. Barron was sure, in seconds, the scent would've caused him to pass out! So, as much as he hated it, knowing the permanent consequences that came with his awful idea, he knew there were only a couple minuets left for him.
Taking a deep breath of the remaining air he could, he felt Bright's arms reach out to grab him, but just in time, his wings were out, and he'd taken off from the ground. Now with a better view at the state of the mindless zombies, who he instantly knew from memory, he had a greater chance at taking them all down. How he prayed, they'd all be okay afterwards.
With his wings out, and his whole body have been lifted from the ground into the nice, smelling, air. His eyes turned to stare behind him, and as he did, his eyes focused on the one particular spot on his back, just below where his wings met the ends, and just below where his spine formed. His wings weren't the only thing damaging to his body....What he was about to do, wasn't just going to hurt him...