Robotic Revenge *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 2

Roman slowly rocked himself back and forth upon his bed, softly singing. He didn't want to admit it but he was downright terrified for the future of the mindscape. There had been no word from either of his beloved friends nor a single sign of any other trait that happen to pop of from time to time. His singing began to cease as a numbing pain started to deep through his chest.

Oh Logan....

Roman shook his head before laying down and curling up into a ball. Despite not hearing from or seeing the two traits he figured that they were both okay. After all, his own mark wouldn't be sending him blistering waves of pain for nothing. The marks that both Logan and Roman wore were more than that of mere summoning beacons. They were deeply connected through each other's thoughts and emotions. Roman could feel every one of Logan's panic attacks, his sadness, and his hatred. To feel these things as if they were his own almost killed him some days. He couldn't help but feel that all the contempt, anger, and fear radiating from his mark was all meant for him and him alone.

I'm sorry, Logan....I'm so so sorry.

Roman closed his eyes and helplessly tried to ignore the emotional slaughter that tormented his heart and mind. After a while his eyes began to become fuzzy and the pain began to ease off just a bit. From somewhere in the haze a distant voice called out his name and it seemed to being drawing closer.

"Roman? You awake?"

Roman rubbed his eyes and slowly lifted his head to see Virgil staring at him from above.

"Yeah...I guess so, Virge. Did you want anything?"

"Tristan wanted me to check on you. He said that you looked sick or something from the monitors."

"Mmmm. A sick day sounds nice, doesn't it."

Roman's head flopped down and fake coughs and sneezes flooded the room.

"Tell him that I will be sick from now on and will be unable to assist him in the control room."

"Very funny, Roman. But in all seriousness, why do you look like you just fought three dragon witches without a weapon?"

"..................because it feels like Logan did."

"Roman....is your mark...is Logan....?"

Roman sighed and nodded feebly, curling back into a tight ball. Virgil chuckled quietly at the pitiful scene and sat down beside him.

"Ya know, you look just like Logan's dog."

"Logan has a dog?"

"Yeah, his name is Hawk. He lurks in the shadows of the control room. I think he's just as scared as Tristan as we are."

"That poor animal!  It must be starved to death! Do you feed it? Not to mention feeling scared and alone without his owner!"

Roman's sudden out burst made Virgil jump up in surprise. After he recovered from the initial shock, he nervously sat back down on the bed.

"Um. Well, that's what I came to talk to you about.  I was wondering if Hawk could stay in here for a while.... I'm pretty sure Logan would've summoned him by now. The poor guy probably assumes his dog is dead as well."

"I.....I'm not so sure about that Virgil. What if Logan is somehow watching through a screen somewhere and sees that I have his dog and then attacks me hurting him?"

"Roman! That's not gonna happen. I know that Logan's upset-"

"Upset is an understatement."

"He may be....angry....but he's still Logic. He's level headed. A diplomat. I don't think he'll come back and hurt you."

"He also has the temper of any angry badger!"

Virgil got up off of Roman's bed and began to wander towards the bedroom door.

"I guess I'll be on my way. Tristan is waiting on my report."

"Hey, Virgil?"

Virgil stopped with hand on the door knob and turned to face the prince.

"What's up?"

"I'll take care of the dog...I think it'll do me just as much good to care for something."

"Okay. I'll bring him in later tonight and you guys can get better acquainted! Please try to get some rest before then though, okay."

Roman gave him a sleepy nod and Virgil backed out of the room smiling. Roman seemed as though he fought through the darkness without becoming tainted, going so far as to help even though there were consequences. The smile he wore lasted mere seconds before it was replaced with stone faced frown. He had to go face Tristan now. He had to tell him that Roman was unable to function and  give his report of his day with Thomas. If all went well, he could catch an hour or two of sleep tonight.

Ignoring the protocol, Virgil sunk into the control room and walked over to where his brother sat at the control board.

"Hello, brother. Working as hard as ever I see."

"Hello, Virgil. Ignoring the rules again are we?"

"You know I've always been the best rule breaker in the mind space."

Tristan rolled his eyes and motioned for Virgil sit down beside him.

"Enough chit chat. I want your reports. Start with Roman's."

"Well, Roman's mark seems to be growing stronger every day. It is causing him great emotional and physical pain that is reducing ability to function."

"Oh? Do you think it can be helped or should we do away with him?"

"I....I think we should give him a dog. They're great for that kind of emotional trauma and I think if we cheer him up, he'll have better ideas and be more creative."

Tristan squinted his eyes at Virgil, considering what he had suspiciously. Slowly he began to nod.

"So be it. And Thomas? How is his status."

"He's staying steady. Sleeps most of the time. I don't think he'll be up for much until the mindspace is fully restored."

"Very well. Have Deceit come see me, I have a mission for him. As for you, continue to monitor both Roman's and Thomas's statuses. Report to me right away in the morning. You are dismissed."

A/N:

Will be rewritten.

Thanks for reminding me to post it.

Have a good night.