The Blue-Haired Angel and Incinerate Boy
By: Atomic Kokoro
Storyline
Note: Takes Place Before "Blue Dragon: Tenkai No Shichi Ryuu", or Second Season, but After First Season.
Andropov and Jiro board a plane to Britan to meet Shu, Bouquet, Kluke, and Marumaro for a reunion for the first time in two years. But, as they notice the peek of a tower arising from the water, the plane crashes into the ocean. The duo find their way to the tower peek... then find themselves dragged into another adventure in the depths of the ocean, trapped in a twisted world under the sea: Rapture.
Before You Read
I just wanna thank Pepperdadog for their review on the first chapter. I am trying soooo hard to remember the ',' before the end of a person speaking. If you like this story, You have to read his story, "Rapture". It is AMAZING story! I aboslutely love it!
I also wanna note that the bolded sentances after "..." means that it's a new paragraph. I'm sorry I did not make that clear. So, now you know.
On with the story.
Chapter 2
Welcome to Rapture
Andropov's eyes opened, the air he was gasping in was fresh. He leaned up to find that the floating plane peices had sunk. The smoke in the air had floated away and his wounds were no longer stinging. But he was still a sore.
He stood up and looked around the ocean, for as far as the eye could see. There was no sign of the plane. Or Jiro.
He turned and looked into the darkness. He was reluctent to go in, since he had develouped a fear of the dark from his last adventure; the darkness had taken his health, and his sight for temporary, but lengthy, period of time (years).
Dispite the pain and the fear, Andropov decided that he should check inside to see if perhaps Jiro made it inside while he was unconscious, or maybe made it inside before him. He journeyed into the darkness, his baggy jeans and white gym shoes soaking down, making steps heavier then they should be. After a moments walking, which was of nothing but shaking breathing, stumbling steps, and horrible smell, the lights flicked on, visualling a spiral staircase leading down.
Andropov decided that going down was more likely a smarter decision, for maybe there was someone down there. Maybe... Jiro... He began down the staircase, stumbling and tripping. More light switched on and encouraged him further down. He stopped for a moment, his breath becoming shallow and stuffed. Maybe he should go back...
A giggle echoed off the walls of the case. Andropov felt his knees drag him down. He continued down the case with a moment's hesitation. He eventually made it to the bottom where a thrid and final pair of light lite up the pitch black darkness. The 13-year-old slowly began down the large hallway. It looked much like a bus terminal of a sort.
Suddenly, he stepped back in time to move out of the way of a falling, shiny object and perpare himself for battle. Out stepped a boy with brown-grey hair, parted neatly at the right side of his head, and teal eyes. "Andropov?" The boy questioned.
Andropov took a moment to process the features on the opposing boy's face. "Jiro!" He cried out, jumping into a hug around Jiro's neck. "I thought you were dead!" He sobbed.
Jiro dropped his sword with a clang and returned the gesture. "I thought you were dead!" He replied after a moment. "I saw you, lying there, I thought you died from smoke inhalation or something. I couldn't get to you to check."
Jiro cleared his throat and pulled away. "I entered through the side ramp that wound up." He added, knowing Andropov had no clue there was a side ramp. Andropov listened to the roughness in Jiro's voice, a sign that the smoke and water had done damage to his lungs. Jiro, on the other hand, saw that Andropov's lips were blue, a sign of hypothermia. Not to mention that he was still recovering from a terrible sickness that could return in a situation like this, the mould and filthness of the place that could cause more damage to both their lungs then the smoke.
"We have to find away from the mould." Andropov coughed, obviously thinking the same thing as Jiro. "It could poison us... kill us."
Jiro agreed. He pointed over to behind an advertisment on a sign. "I did some looking around and I found this sphere that was titled 'Bathysphere.' I think we can take that to get away from the poison." Andropov nodded and grabbed Jiro's sword off the ground. After Jiro placed the sword back in it's hold, the two boy's raced over to the sphere-shaped submarine.
Jiro and Andropov exchanged worried and uncertain looks when the glanced at the switch. Where would it take them? was the only question they were thinking. "Here it goes." Jiro inhaled, grasped the levcel with his right hand and pulling it down.
The door of the Bathysphere closed, encasing the two boys, and the submarine submerged underwater. An old projecter screen came down, startling the two boy. Then, a light shone from behind Andropov, his shadow coming onto the screen. The boy stepped aside and watched the Projecter.
"I am Andrew Ryan," a man, who was introduced as Andrew Ryan, said. "and I'm here to ask you a simple question: Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his own brow?"
Andropov and Jiro watched as the pictures changed. "No, the man says in Washington, it belongs to the poor," Ryan continued. "No, says the man in Vatican, it belongs to God. No, says the man in Moscow, it belongs to everyone."
Jiro looked at Andropov, who looked back with icey blue eyes. The turned back and listened to the next part of Ryan's speech. "I rejected those answers," Ryan said. "Instead, I chose something different... I chose the impossible. I chose..."
The screen lifted, earning gasps from the two boys who gazed in blue waters where a city was built, neon signs flashing, tubes connected each and every building to each other. "Rapture." The boys stared in awe at Rapture, the city underwater.
"It's like Atlantas all over again," Jiro muttered. Andropov squeked an agreement.
"A place where the artist would not fear the censor. Where the scientist would not be bound by petty mortality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small," Ryan explained before continuing on to the final part of his speech. "And, with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your your city as well."
"Sounds pretty amazing," Andropov smiled. Both boys felt their chests fill with hope. Maybe they could get home after all! They listened to a woman go through what to do in Rapture. Though, they weren't really paying attention; they were too busy staring into the wonders of Rapture, watching sea creatures swim passed them, laughing at neon signs with a few missing letters (especially one that meant to say Fisherman's Pass, but with the P burnt out).
Soon enough, the Bathysphere began to rise and their vision was cut off from the sea world for a few seconds before sight reappeared. The scene was an old hotel room with a man standing by the enterance of the Bathysphere.
"Boys?" the man's muffled voice could be heard through the glass of the Bathysphere. He took a step foreward the still smiling boys into the light where horror is stretched on his faced. The boys stop smiling.
Suddenly, the lights had gone out and nothing could be seen but the window at the back. Jiro and Andropov stepped back one stride, Jiro grasping Andropov's wrist. Andropov jerked his wrist away and suddenly became more concerned with why Jiro had done what he did then the man outside the Bathysphere, staring at Jiro with a 'what the heck' look on his face.
Suddenly, two glowing, floating hooks dropped the ceiling. Andropov and Jiro blinked a couple times before they understood someone was holding them, someone unseen in the dark.
Andropov gulped and almost wished he kept Jiro's hand around his wrist. His Nyctophobia [Fear of the Dark] was coming into effect.
The two seemingly floating hooks wavered around in the air like lights. "No!" The man pleaded, cowaring before the person. "Please! No!"
Lights buzzed on and off, the two boys able to catch glimpses of the woman nurse and the begging man. The nurse brings down her hook in the darkness, and when light comes, she is closer then the boy's expect. They scream in horror, seeing the decorations cut onto the woman's face. Blood seeped onto her clothes, bandages, and hair. "There are more?" She screeched, her voice like nails against chalkboard.
She peered into the Bathysphere causing the boys to back away in fear and prepare for a rather interesting battle. She jumped on top of the Bathysphere and began to try to the pry open whatever she could. Jiro and Andropov backed away to the farthest corner, staring at the sparks that flamed in the spot the nurse tried to get into.
After a moment, the sparks stopped and the thunding and the nurse's screeching and prying. All was silent, except for the boy's shaky breaths.
"Woul' ja kindly pick up da radio?" Came a Britain-accented male voice through the radio, startling the two traumatized boys. Jiro and Andropov looked at each other slowly. They both looked back, and Andropov detainly reached for the radio.
"H-hello?" he bearly whispered into the mic.
"'Allo," replied the voice. "A'm Atlas. And I aim to keep ya two alive."
Jiro and Andropov looked at each other again then turned back to the radio. "Them Splicers killed mah friend and took mah family. Mind tellin' me ja names?"
Andropov clicked the button on the side. "My name is Andropov. And my friend here is Jiro. We were in a plane crash several miles from here. As far as we know, we're the only survivors."
"Ah see," Atlas mused as the door to the Bathysphere slowly lifted open. Andropov and Jiro stepped away from the enterance, expecting the Splicer to suddenly appear and attempt to kill both boys without a second thought. That never happened, of course, and the two boys hesitantally stepped outside. "You two need to keep moving. If you help me with gettin' my family back, then I'll help you with getting out of this hellhole."
Andropov turned to Jiro, who's face turned to cold stone with a matching, certain nod. Andropov turned back to the radio and took a deep breath, clicking the side of the mic. "Alright, Atlas," He said. "what do we do now?"