Ch.6-The Will To Survive

Brandon woke up in a lab-like room, tied up by rope. His vision was blurred, and he couldn't see much.  He slightly tugged on his binds. Huh. He thought. Not too tight, maybe I can get out of this.


Brandon broke free from the rope, almost too easily, and stood up, then collapsed. He felt weak, extremely weak.


Okay, maybe going back into the chair was a good idea.


Brandon sat in the chair, and someone placed something on his laps.


"Eat this." A female voice said.


Brandon snarfed down whatever was in front of him. He didn't know what it was, but it tasted delicious. It kind of looked like turkey and rice.


"What...what is shis stauff?" Brandon said with his mouth full.


"Chicken and rice." The female voice said.


Close enough.


Brandon finished, and rubbed his eyes. His vision seemed to have been cleared up. In front of him was Scanty, and sitting at a table near her, was Kneesocks. Brandon screeched and jumped.


"You two! I'm gonna kill you!!!" Brandon yelled, summoning his red lightning blade.


Or at least he thought. He looked at his hand, only to see sparks of red light appearing.


"Hold on a second, I'll kill you in a minute." Brandon said worryingly. He tried to summon it again. Nothing.


Kneesocks sighed and shook her head.


"Wait! I got it!" Brandon said, as he flexed his muscles, expecting them to turn big and blue.


Nope. No big blue muscles. Instead, Brandon ended up collapsing to the ground with exhaustion.


"What the...what happened to my powers?!" Brandon yelled.


"Shut up for a minute." Scanty said.


Brandon muttered swear words under his breath, but shut up.


"The Mayor, Corest, stole your powers. He drained the evil part of your powers and sucked them dry from you." Kneesocks said.


"Son of a biscuit box." Brandon said.


"Yeah, sucks, right? But don't worry, we'll help you get out of here. We've been looking for an opportunity to escape." Scanty said.


Brandon crossed his arms. "And why should help you?"


"Because we'll do the same for you. You scratch our back, we'll scratch yours."


"HEY!!!" Brandon said loudly. "You got an itch, you scratch it yourself!!!"


Kneesocks hit her head off the desk. "You can be such an idiot sometimes."


Brandon chuckled. "In a good way. Hey...where's Troy?"


"He's in a cell." Scanty said. "Kneesocks made out with him."


Brandon's mouth instantly dropped. "WHATTT?!?!"


Scanty slapped Brandon across the face. "Oh shut up."


Kneesocks lifted Brandon off the chair. "We're bringing you to your cell now...be quiet."


Kneesocks and Scanty walked Brandon to his cell. Brandon looked across at a room with the weird looking machine Corset must've sucked his power from.


Eventually, Brandon was thrown into a cell, where a familiar voice greeted him.


"Brandon! Thank god you're alive!" Troy said happily.


Brandon got up to see Troy. He still looked the same as ever, only he had shackles on him. Brandon watched enough One Piece to know that Troy had shackles on that got rid of the powers of his rubbery body.


"So when are we busting out?" Brandon asked Scanty, as Troy ran past him to Kneesocks.


"Tomorrow. Corset is planning to kill you tomorrow night, so we'll beat him to the punch. We need time to prepare, that's all." Scanty said.


Brandon scoffed. "If you were any bit concerned with helping us you'd probably be ready by now if you got your heads out of your asses.." He mumbled.


"What was that?" Scanty asked.


"Oh nothing! Just cursing Corset to his bloody grave!"


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Brandon couldn't sleep that night in his cell. The thought of him in a prison scared him a bit, even though he knew they'd be saved. But what if Scanty and Kneesocks didn't get his powers back? Would they keep Troy's and forget about his?


"Fuck this, I'm not waiting a whole day." Brandon said to himself.


Brandon scanned the door. Not very strong metal, maybe if his powers weren't gone he could break it down...


Hold on. Didn't Corset want his EVIL side? Not his good side? So that meant...


"I still have some of my powers left!" Brandon said. "Gee, I feel smart today."


Brandon remembered Garter's training, which was the only thing he ever remembered of Garter, because Garter kind of freaked him out sometimes. However now he could hear Garter's voice of what he told him during his training.


"You use your power in huge bursts, and that sucks your power away at fast rates! You need to use it efficiently, and make it so that even using a tiny bit of power will have the same effect as a huge wave of power. Imagine the tiniest flame becoming a roaring fire, and the lone swordsman becoming a non-stop fighting warrior. Concentrate, and when you feel that energy, strike!"


Brandon concentrated, and red energy formed around him. He raised his hand, and with every bit of energy in his body, blasted the door.


The door flew right of its hinges, and crashed against the wall. Brandon smiled, but then collapsed.


"I guess...I used too much again...gotta get into the habit not to use all my energy like that." Brandon huffed as he stood up.


He then looked at Troys cuffs on his hands. Troy was sound asleep. Brandon was not waking him up.


However, Brandon's arms flexed as a tiny bit of muscle spiked from it and he crushed the cuffs in his hands. Brandon once again fell as his arms turned back to normal.


Brandon got up and ran out of the cell. "That's if you ever manage to escape, Troy..." Brandon said.


Brandon came to the room where the machine was. Perfect! Now he needed to take his powers out of the machine and into his body!


Brandon looked at the needle and wiped it clean before stabbing it into his hand. Now he just needed to know what button to push...


The machine appeared to have three buttons, a red, a blue, and a green one.


"Why can't he just label the damn buttons...this is gonna suck." Brandon muttered.


Brandon pushed the blue button. He was greeted with an electric shock that went across his body.


Okay. So not that button.


Brandon pushed the red button. He felt all energy in him drain from his body. He fell to the floor.


"Really...so my favourite colour, the one I didn't try, was actually the green one? Sheesh..."


Brandon pushed the green button, and felt a lot more energetic and full of life. He did it! He got his powers back!


Brandon instantly smashed the machine into nothing but scrap metal. He laughed as the machine sparked and groaned as it was crushed by Brandon's fury of smashing.


"YOU IDIOT!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" Brandon heard.


Corset was standing at the doorway to the room, shaking and had a really angry face on him. Brandon chucked the machine out the window.


"Oops. Dropped it." Brandon sneered.


"Kh...no matter...I guess I wanted the evil gods so bad...that I didn't take the proper precautions..." Corset said.


"Now we fight for real." Brandon said, readying himself. "No more evil gods, no powerless against power...now it's a good, clean fight!"


"Good then...show me what you're made of, Brandon!"


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Troy woke up to the sound of explosions in a room near his cell. He rubbed his eyes, and felt that his arms were a lot lighter. He looked down and saw that his cuffs were shattered to pieces. At that moment, Scanty and Kneesocks came in his cell.


"We've got to leave, now." Kneesocks said. "Brandon is clashing against Corset."


Troy cursed under his breath as he, Kneesocks and Scanty ran to the room to join up with Brandon.


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Brandon huffed and puffed. His battle with Corset was mixed. He couldn't land a single blow on Corset, however, Corset didn't land too many hits himself.


The room in which the two were once in was no longer a room. The ceiling was gone, along with the walls. The floor fell to the streets. Now they practically stood on the sidewalk, glaring at each other.


"You've got some serious skills." Brandon said, charging his yellow beam with his right hand.


"Same to you. Though you lack speed and agility, along with defence. Might I suggest you make it easier for me to kill you? You're being such a nuisance." Corset snarled, as he pointed his claws at Brandon.


"Shut up! The only one being killed..." Brandon ran up to Corset and flung his yellow beam at him.


"IS YOU!!!!"


Corset leaped out of the way of the beam, then took a swing at Brandon.


Brandon purposely fell flat on his face to avoid Corset's sharp claws. He succeeded.


"Bah! Such foolish tactics! Honestly, you play around like a child!"


Brandon did a backflip, spun around vertically, and kicked Corset in the jaw. Corset skidded a few inches away from him.


"That's for making me helpless." Brandon smirked.


Corset touched his cheek, and looked at his hand. He could see drops of blood coming from his mouth.


"You vulgar little brat!" He yelled.


"No, I think you're talking about Panty and Stocking. I'm just innocent ol' me." Brandon joked.


Suddenly, Brandon fell to the ground, slash marks on his left leg. He screeched in pain as he clutched his leg as it bled.


"Gahahaha! Foolish child! You cannot win against me! Did you honestly think you had a chance?" Corset cackled.


Brandon looked past Corset and saw an object flying down towards Corset. It hit Corset in the back of the head as it landed.


The flying object was indeed, Troy.


"Talk about a relief! Thank god you're here!" Brandon said.


Troy chuckled. "Thanks for freeing me from those cuffs. They were getting kinda itchy."


A limo pulled up to the sidewalk next to Troy and Brandon. Scanty rolled down the window.


"Get in!" Scanty said frantically, as Corset got up.


Brandon and Troy jumped into the car an it sped off. Corset growled and got in a car after them.


"So tell me...where are we going?" Brandon asked.


"No clue. Just away from him." Kneesocks said in the seat next to Scanty, who was driving.


As the car drove more and more, a huge dark red object appeared in the distance.


"What is that?!" Troy shrieked.


"A ghost wall! The ghosts formed a barrier so that we won't escape!" Scanty yelled.


"Hard left!" Brandon yelled.


Scanty turned the car left. The ghosts broke apart and formed a wall a short way away from the car.


"Nowhere to turn!" Scanty yelled.


Brandon jumped out the window and on the roof of the limo. He aimed his hand at the ghost wall, and blasted it with red energy. A hole appeared in the bottom of the wall.


"Drive through that!" Brandon yelled.


So they did. Now they just had to find the exit.


"There! Turn right!" Kneesocks yelled from inside the car.


As Brandon jumped into the car, it turned right, onto the highway.  Everyone sighed with relief.


"Thank the gods!  We made it!  We're scott-free!" Troy happily cried.


A stabbing noise was heard in the back of the car.  Brandon looked to see the car had a tiny object attached to it.


"Everyone get out!!!" Brandon yelled.


*BOOM*


The back of the car exploded, and the car rode off into the ditch.  Corset cackled as he stopped the car a short distance away from the crash.


Brandon was still conscious, but barely.  He felt blood trickling down his head.


"That's it..." Brandon silently spoke to himself. "I can't move...I might as well die here..."


Brandon looked over at Troy.  Troy was unconscious and had a piece of metal in his arm.  Tears came down from Brandon's eyes.


"We're dead..." Brandon muttered.


The car door was ripped open forcefully.  There stood Scanty, bloodied but otherwise fine.


"Get Troy out of here...now...we'll deal with Corset.  You two must go." She said.


Scanty lifted Brandon and Troy out of the wreckage, and tossed them over the guardrail onto the bottom of the hill.


Brandon got up, picked up Troy, and looked down at Scanty.  Corset was coming closer, he didn't seem to notice Brandon at all.


"Brandon...I have a favour to ask you..." Scanty sobbed, a tears flowed from her cheeks.


Brandon listened.


"No matter what happens...get stronger!  Do whatever it must take to stop Corset and his path of villainy!  Become powerful!  Be the best!"


Brandon nodded as he ran off, Troy in his arms.  He didn't look back, even as he heard screams.


When he was in the forest near the highway, he stopped to take a breather.  Millions of thoughts were running through his mind.  Scanty must've been hurt.  That certainly wasn't a pleasant scream.  Was Kneesoks alive?


Brandon started running again.  He ran for what seemed like hours, but was actually only 20 minutes.


Within that time frame, a church appeared in the distance.  Garter's church!  He had made it!


Brandon jolted to the doorstep, and kicked on the door, like his life depended on it.


Suddenly, the wound in his leg kicked in, and the feeling of dizziness came to him.  Not now...


Troy fell to the ground, and Brandon started swaying.  And within a few seconds, he collapsed on the doorstep.


The last thing he heard was the door opening.

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