Disclaimer: I so did not write Escaflowne. If I did, Hitomi would be falling for Van instead of Allen, and they would be cussing in the English version.
A/N: I love it. I love it. Yes it's childish. Yes it's a cartoon. And yes I love it. Ok, so here's how it works, this girl can't speak these people's language, so I'm putting the way they say it first, then in parentheses is what it means in English. Um I think I'm putting it in Dutch. It's sounds the best next to Japanese, which I can't get. Oh and just incase I can't fit it, this chapters really titled: What Don't You People Understand About the Fricken Word Bomb Part One.
Three months, fourteen days, five hours, nine minutes, and forty seconds, that's how long I've been stuck here. Three months, fourteen days, five hours, nine minutes and forty-one seconds, and I've hated every single minute of it.
You know sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this. End up in this place I mean. Was I not a good enough person? Should I have been nicer to people? Was there some sort of meaning to life that I missed alone the way in my sixteen years of living?
Three months, fourteen days, five hours, and ten minutes. God I hate this place. You know what the worst thing about it is? Well it's a tie actually. The food really sucks here. Mostly snails and bugs. What are they French? Is it too much to ask for a hamburger? I mean come on.
Then there are those big robots that the people here have. They're just so huge, and freaky. I mean what the hell do they use them for? Wait, I don't need to know. No, I don't want to know. I really don't want to know.
Ok so I lied. There's more I hate about this place. The people for one. Dilandau, at least I think that's his name, is a real creep. There's something about him that just freaks me out. He's always got this look in his eyes, that reminds me a lot like the serial killers in the movies, when they see someone's blood. It's this look of total craziness and wanting to kill. Then there's this other guy. No clue what his name is, tall, white silver hair, always wears this weird cloak thing, you know the type. He kind of reminds me of a vampire. That should say it all right there.
As for where I am, I have no fricken clue. The last thing I remember was hanging with my friends at one of our school's track meets. Then this weird blue light came down around me. The next thing I knew, I was on this weird ship thingy mibober, surrounded by people. They shoved me in this room, with a bed, and no windows, and left me here.
Ok so that's not totally true too. Every now and then, some one brings me food, and they take me to this weird room, and run tests on me I guess, but I still don't know why. There's nothing special about me for them to test. I'm just your average sixteen-year-old high schooler. My dad's an airline pilot. I never get to seem him much because he always at work. I don't have any brothers or sisters, but I do have a mom. But I don't live with her. My parents divorced about a year ago, thank god. My mom was really driving me up the wall, keeping me awake every night crying, and always starting fights when my dad when he was home. It was a relief when she moved out. I never see her much either. Never really liked her that much to begin with. She's always trying to guilt trip you into stuff you don't want to do.
But really probably one of the biggest things that drives me up the wall here, is that no one ever even bothered to ask me my name. I mean come on! If I'm going to be held captive in this weird place, well actually stuck on this weird floating ship, I've taken a couple quick peaks out the windows as I'm being shuffled from room to room, the least they could do is ask me my name!
Not that it would matter much, cause I wouldn't know what they were saying if they did. I don't speak their language and they don't speak mine. I'm American, through and through, and the fact that I can't understand these people drives me crazy. Although on the flip side you can cuss them out to their face and they really don't know what you are saying. That's the nice part. But it still drives me up the wall that I don't know their language. It just annoys me. I'm one of those people who hate not knowing stuff. It's like being stuck in China, and you don't speak Chinese!
But on the ninth hour, of the fifteenth day, of the third month, everything changed. I was being brought back to my room after some analysis of my brain, a little loopy from the drugs they put in me, but I saw him. Limp, like he had been drugged, black hair that fell into his eyes, red shirt, gloves, tan pants, and an empty sheath that hung from his belt.
I probably wouldn't have noticed him, or really cared, if it wasn't for his outfit. It wasn't the blue uniform that signified that he was from this place. He was an outsider like me. An outsider, so may be there was a way….
But I wouldn't let myself hope. A month of hoping and all I got was pain and sorrow. I let the image of the boy drift from my mind, refusing to think about him as I was returned to my room. I dosed in and out of sleep, one of the only peace full places left in my world, when I first heard it. A loud thud and a quake that went through the whole ship. It was immediately followed by sirens and a man's voice came over the loud speaker who said something in their strange language.
I could hear the footsteps and shouts of men running to their stations. There was a loud crash as the whole ship tilted to one side. I let out a scream and ran to the door. I wanted more than ever to run right then and there, run faster than I had ever ran before. But of course the door was locked. Stupid guards. Why did they have to be some dang thorough? It was time for plan B, which involved kicking and screaming till someone came to shut me up.
More shouts reached my ears, as a loud cracking sound filled the room. Something was happening out there and I wanted to know what. I banged on the door harder and increased the volume of my screams. But it was useless; I knew no one would come. My whole body started to go numb. It was a weird feeling. The last time I remembered this happening was when my gym coach had made the class run a mile when there was still frost on the ground. Then the door just fell open for know reason. Weird, defiantly, but hey who was I to ask questions when I was getting what I wanted.
I stepping out into the hall as solders rushed by me. That's when I saw him again. The boy with the black hair, that didn't look like he belonged here. He was headed for the place where they kept their giant robots.
I followed him without even thinking about it. All my reason left me the moment that door swung open. "Wait," I screamed, but he never turned around. The noise in the hall was deathening. The crashes had stopped, but the sirens still bleared. I reached the room with the giant robots feeling like I was going to die from the running I had done.
It wasn't a pleasant scene inside. There were bodies of guards on the floor in puddles of their own blood. One of the pipes had broken filling the air with heavy steam that made breathing almost impossible. In the very middle of the room stood the boy, a sword in his hand, a shadow creeping just outside of both of our vision to the right.
"Van," came a female voice. It was lanced with concern and worry. "Achter u. (Behind you)" The boy swung around just in time to block the blade that was headed right for his head. In one fluid motion he brought his blade up and cut the side of his attackers face. There was a cry of pain that escaped Dilandau's mouth as he clutched at his face, his hand soaked in blood. Not a pretty site.
The boy, Van apparently, didn't waste time mopping over Dilandau's ruined face. He shot right past him and headed for a big silver robot, with blue gems in it's shoulders, a pink gem where it's heart was supposed to be, and a big red cape.
"Wait," I yelled again at the top of my lungs. "Wait,"
The boy slowed and turned his head around to see who the freak that was screaming at the top of her lungs was. By the time I caught up with him he had reached the robot and had some how managed to open the face up to reveal a cockpit. He jumped down off of it so that the two of us where level. Or at least kind of, he was taller than me. The sword in his hand was at his side, but I knew that if I made one mistake he wouldn't hesitate to make me end up like Dilandau.
"Just wait," I said clutching at the stitch in my side. Me and running, we don't mix. "I want you to take me with you."
The boy gave me a look that clearly said he didn't understand what I was saying. So I tried again, miming what I wanted to say by first pointing to me, then making my fingers walk, then pointing to him. Yeah, that didn't work so well. He obviously didn't know what I wanted and or just thought I was mentally handicap. "I want you to take me with you."
Nope, it was no use. Time to get physical. "Take me with you!" I screamed again, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. Yeah, that might not have been the best idea either. He shoved me off him, then climbed into the cockpit of the robot as the doors closed around him.
I wanted to cry right then and there. All I wanted was out. Was that so fricken hard to understand? I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I knew in a few seconds that they would start running down my cheeks.
The robot came to life instantly letting out huge clouds of steam as it took a step. The way it moved it's arms and legs, was so human like. My sorrow was replaced by fear as a big hand came down and closed around me, not tightly, I could still breath perfectly fine, but I still had to stifle a scream.
Next thing I knew we where at the door of the hanger that led to the outside. The wind wiped at my face. We were so high up above the mountaintops. My stomach gave a lurch as the robot jumped off the ship we where on only to land on another one a few feet below.
I looked back at my prison for the last three months. I never had realized how huge it was. It was literally a floating fortress. In comparison the ship we were now on was like a trailer. It was so much smaller, with two sails, and an old beat up hall. A door opened on the side to let us in.
I was dropped on the floor in front of a whole group of people. There was a loud hissing from behind me as the boy immerged from the giant robot.
"Van," announced a man with long blonde hair, a slightly pointed face, a blue shirt with white puffy sleeves, and blue pants with a sword on his belt.
"Allen," he replied. They starred at each other for a few minutes as if communicating something telepathically. "Ik weet het. (I know)"
"Wat is met het meisje? (What's with the girl)"
"Zij soort ging gek nadat Dilandau me aanviel. (She kind of freaked out after Dilandau attacked me)"
There was anger in Allen's voice. I wasn't that blonde as to miss someone's name. In fact I'm not blonde at all, just kind of blonde at heart. "Zo hier bracht u haar? Wat u die zijn Van proberen te doen, dood ons? Zij zou een spion kunnen zijn! Wat als zij ons terug naar Zaibach meldt? (So you brought her here? What are you trying to do Van, kill us? She could be a spy! What if she reports us back to the Zaibach?)"
"Allen, wat als zij niet is? (Allen, what if she's not?)"
"Dat is niet het punt Van. U hebt ons in gevaar door haar hier te brengen gezet. Een koning moet over zijn mensen denken. Ik ben de kapitein en ik zeg dat tot zij is ondervraagd zij een bedreiging is. Gaddes neemt haar aan een ruimte en zorgt ervoor zij omhoog vast heeft gesloten. Wij wensen haar niet die ontsnapt. U en ik zal recentere Van spreken" (That's not the point Van. You have put us in danger by bringing her here. A king needs to think about his people. I'm the captain and I say that until she's been interrogated she's a threat. Gaddes take her to a room and make sure she's locked up tight. We don't need her escaping. You and I will talk later Van.)"
"Ja de heer, (Yes Sir)" called out one of the men as another one grabbed my wrists and hauled me off the ground. The two of them led me down the ships passageways to a room. They opened the door and shoved me inside. How rude. I heard the click of a key inside the lock as the two men took off down the hall.
My heart sank as fast as could be. I had wanted to get out of captivity, not put into another form of it. There were tears in my eyes. Why Lord, why was I cursed? I crawled over to a corner and pulled myself up into a fetal position. Then I cried. I just sat there and cried.
A/N: Ok I'm stopping here. I figure if I write any more people won't ever make it to the end of this chapter. So I'm extending it. The next chapter will be titled: What Don't You People Understand About The Fricken Word Bomb Part Two. So please review for this chapter, even if I've posted another. I really want to know what people think of my cartoon stories that usually never go on paper. No make that never ever go on paper. This is the only one, and I have so many ideas for it. But submit any if you have them. I need opinions and comments pronto.