#lr taylor

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Taylor had heard about ‘Sebastian’.

Every other student claimed something else about him, each thing being wildly different and worse each time it got repeated. The only thing she knew for sure was that ‘Sebastian’ was still somewhat loyal to Krane, which she could only shudder at.

Other students, Lexi and Tank had apparently helped him too, and Chase had told her that they were S-459 and S-970. She vaguely (?), knew them. She never spent more than a minute with any other solider with a number higher than 50, so it was hard to put a face to what she could remember.

But it wasn’t like she could see their faces now, anyway.

But here she was now, entering some prison Donald had paid off to hold the bionic kids until they could get something else for them. Taylor sat in the visiting room with a pit metaphorically in her stomach. What were they going to be like? Leo had just recommended that she visit only Sebastian, and even with just one person, she felt ill.

She heard the door open with a blaring noise, and could hear two separate heartbeats in the room. One being older and more relaxed, the guard, and the other one having a much faster beat. She knew that pattern was someone being excited or happy, which was strange. Maybe Sebastian liked her?

“S-1.” She knew that voice. She’s been hearing it in her dreams for ages. The memories that bled into her brain. Her forgotten past.

“S-3?” She responded back, turning to face where she thinks he’s standing. S-3 sits in the chair opposite her, chains rattling on the table.

“It’s... almost good to see you. If the circumstances were different.”

“Hm. Same. It’s nice to hear you, though.” She could hear him tilt his head in confusion, and she simply pointed to the visor on her face.

“I’ve uh, gone blind since we last saw each other.”

“Oh.” He awkwardly shifted in his chair, attempting to rub the back of his neck, creating more noise for Taylor to sift through.

He seemed more closed off than normal, which was anticipated since he was in jail.

“Where have you been?” Sebastian mumbles, maybe to mostly to himself, but he still tilts his head up to speak it to her. He seems sadden by her lack of a presence in the past months.

“After our battle, Leo had sent me into the air. I woke up with no memory and a family took me in. They heard news of this... bionic academy and sent me there.”

“So, you’re living with them? With the traitors?” It was Taylor’s turn to be confused. Although, she had a fear of what he was implying.

“Traitors...?”

“You were Father’s top solider, and you’re just letting them get away with killing him?”

Taylor paused for a moment. She didn’t want him to be mad, but she didn’t want to just lie to him. “I was Krane’s top solider. I’m not that person anymore. I like helping people.”

Sebastian audibly scoffed in response, even laughing at her slightly. “Ridiculous. They killed our Father, we needed to make them pay.”

“Krane was horrible, you know that. We weren’t allowed to be children. I shattered Leo’s arm, I still feel bad about that! Krane wasn’t our father, he was barely a caregiver.” Taylor could feel herself getting heated. She didn’t like having to be angry at people, but Sebastian’s attitude hurt her. After all this time, she thought that she’d never get to see S-3 again, and here he was, still loyal to Krane.

She felt bad for him, horrible even. Krane had infected his mind too far, and he wasn’t able to return to a kid. She wants their time back, she wants her brother back.

“Father created us. The least we could do was avenge his death.” Sebastian had completely closed his body off from Taylor now, turning away from her face and sitting sideways on his chair, handcuffs still rattling loudly.

“Sebastian...”

“No. Call me S-3. That’s my name.” He hated this world. Everything was much more simple when Father was around. He didn’t need to think about anything other than the destruction of the enemy. With his ‘freedom’, came with things he didn’t understand. He didn’t know what ‘responsibility’ meant to him, S-3 had always just fought his way through his problems, and they got solved. He hated living in this world without his Father.

He hated that academy, with that old man pretending like he cared. Like S-3 mattered to him. He thought he could’ve trusted S-2 there, but he had already been brainwashed by the others, mind polluted with ‘hope’ and ‘joy’.

He hates Chase. Everything he stands for. Everything that he did. He hates Chase’s hair, his face, his voice, his intelligence. He hates everything about him. There isn’t a day that goes by when he doesn’t think about Chase, how much he wants him to pay.

“You named yourself, Sebastian.”

“My. Name. Is. S-3.” He gritted his teeth, glaring at Taylor. She had been polluted by the academy. She wasn’t his sister anymore, none of them were. He could only trust S-459 and S-970 now. They were the only ‘students’ in that hell who listened to him, who still trusted his judgement as S-3.

“I knew you couldn’t be the best out of us. I was always the better suit for top solider. You were always weak.” He spat out his words at her, full of vitriol and hatred. She closed herself off as well, wrapping her arms around her torso.

“I came here today because I wanted to meet you. I guess that was a mistake.” She mumbled the last part of her sentence, and if S-3 still had bionic hearing, he would’ve heard her.

“Then leave. You’ve met me. I hate you. Goodbye.” S-3 stood from his chair, calling out to one of the guards that they were finished. Taylor sat silently as she was pulled away by a separate guard, listening to Sebastian’s heartbeat fade away into every other sound.