Ragna's Fangirl: Hey! So I'm incorporating a new feature into this! Especially since I noticed that some of these chapters would be better if they were told from someone else's point of view. So this one will be told from the view of... someone else!
Arc: What? Hey! I thought this was My Story!
R.F.: Well your name isn't in the title, is it?
Arc: Gah, damn you.
R.F.: That's another thing: Swears will no longer be Astrix-ed out, except for the really bad ones. Also, I do not own Blazblue, Ragna the Bloodedge, or Arc System Works. I do own Arc, however. Without further ado, let the show begin.
"Uuuugh... Well that was a good meal... and I had enough cash on me to pay for it for once."
I walk out of the restaurant, rubbing my belly. I have a ways to go and a mission to fulfill, but it's nice to sit down and relax for a day or two.
Although, every time I think about that, I think Terumi. I have to confront that guy soon before he could finish his plans.
Still, I figure I have awhile yet. Noel was still around, and she hadn't said anything strange was happening when she and I last fought. I haven't seen Jin for awhile, so I figure he hasn't gone insane enough to go looking for me yet. Sector Seven hasn't bothered me and neither had the Rabbit. All in all, it seems like Kagutsuchi is at peace. But I know something is brewing. I just don't know when that something will stop brewing and start boiling.
I'm so busy trying to remember where I had last seen people, I realize that I have wandered a bit too far from Kagutsuchi. The area before me has changed. The bronze and grays from concrete and brick buildings have turned into the lush green of grass. I examine the area. It's a small plain with trees surrounding the area in a circle, while light filters in on the center. In the middle of place has a large lake with pure, blue water that looks good for drinking. I approach the lake and stare at my reflection.
... Wait, what's that sound? It's a whooshing sound, like something falling at great speed. I look up and see a spec, that turns into a dot, that turns into a figure falling at an extreme speed.
THUDDDD!
With a sickening, bludgeoning sound, the figure smashes against a large boulder that is near the lake, then bounces off the rock and into the lake itself. My eyes widen. I have no idea what I just saw. Did the figure fall from a plane? Was it a member of the NOL's air force?
I'm so shocked that I have to investigate. I run over to the rock. I see specks of dark red blood on it's gray surface. Looking into the lake, I see bubbles coming to the surface. The figure is alive!
Curiosity gets the best of me, so I lean over the lake and stick my hand in the water, searching it. My fingertips run over fabric, and I instantly react and take hold. Carefully, I pull my catch up to the surface. Dragging it onto the ground, I take a moment to look at who the figure is.
He's a young man, looking like he's in his late teens to earlier twenties. He has short red hair that was somewhat spiked, but not even near the level of spikiness that my hair was. He wears a sand-colored T-shirt that is extremely tattered. It looks like he has been cut and torn by a weapon in some places. Over his T-shirt is a small, black, cargo vest with many pockets and straps. It looks like it is too small for him, or it is just left open. His shorts are a darker shade of sand than his shirt, but they are just as tattered. He has no socks, just dark brown sandals. His skin is pale, but not sickly looking.
From what I can see, the boy must've fallen on his chest, because it looks like many of his ribs are shattered. It could be serious if any of the fragments have pierced his lungs or heart. Actually, it's a miracle he's living and breathing in the first place.
Suddenly, the boy's eyes squeeze tighter shut, and his lips pulled back into a snarl, his teeth clamped together. Are those fangs? Forcefully, The boy coughs up a splatter of blood, and blood begins to trickle down the corners of his mouth.
"Woah!" I exclaim. The boy's eyes burst open. They're scarlet, and the pupils are small. Light doesn't seem to reflect off of them.
"U... ugh! I... I'm alive...?" He says.
"Yeah, you're alive." I say in response, calmly. "Believe me, I'm surprised too. You fell from the damned sky."
"Uh...? Who...?" The boy looks around, confused. His eyes fall on me. He looks a bit stunned.
"Y... You're that guy..."
"Yeah, I'm that guy." I scoff while crossing my arms. "The wanted criminal, right? Look, I don't feel like beating up someone who's already injured enough as it is."
"Criminal...?" He raises an eyebrow. "Hey, I'm fine-" The boy sat up and his eyes widen so much that it looks like he'd just been struck by lightning.
"GYAAAAAAAAAH!" He screams and flops back onto his back with another thud, clutching his chest in pain.
"Told ya." I say, with a deadpan expression. "Broken ribs. That's not healing quickly. You'll probably need surgery."
"Say what?" He mumbled with a disbelieving expression. "Surgery? ... hmph." He looks down at his chest and puts his right hand on it.
"Yeah, broken ribs. I'm not lying. I'm an expert at th-" I stop myself in mid sentence. His fingertips are glowing bright purple. Slowly, his eyes close, and it looked like a silhouette of his ribcage appears on his chest. It was like he was giving himself an X-ray. His eyes open.
"Oogh, that looks bad." Most of his ribcage is completely crushed, and the pieces are scattered around. The boy bites his lip and grips his chest harder.
"Damn, I don't think my magic is gonna cut it." He looks over at me. "Hey, mind helping me out?"
"Hmph, I got you out of the lake, fend for yourself." I sneer. For some reason, I don't feel like helping this idiot. The boy glares at me.
"Help me out, jackass. Where's the nearest clinic?"
"I'm ignoring that first part." I growl, with a harsh glare. "It's a couple miles from here. Good luck getting there in your condition."
"Yeah, good luck. Okay, come here and give me a ride."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well I can't WALK to a clinic, can I? Using magic would take days and I don't have the time. You're already here. Carry me."
"What? Hell no, you jackass!" I shout. His expression turns bitter.
"I don't think I asked you a question. That was an order, redcoat. Carry me!"
I my face contorts with rage. Who the hell does this guy think he is?
"YOU don't have any authority to order ME around, you asshole!"
"... I guess we're doing this the hard way." He sighs. He raises his hand so his palm is facing me. I notice a black slit running horizontally on his palm.
"What're you gonna do, slap me? In your state, you won't do shit to me!" Ragna taunted. The shut his eyes, as if he was concentrating.
"Embodiment of Truth: Puppeteer Strings." Suddenly, the slit opened up, revealing bright, white glow. I shield my eyes from the glow, but for some reason, I can't look away from the glow.
"G... gck..." I grunt. "W-what are you doing...!"
The boy doesn't respond.
"ANSWER ME DAMMIT!" I shout at him.
"Tch, you're noisy." The boy grumbles. "Shut your mouth. Actually, you'll do that yourself in a few seconds."
It's getting hard to think. What is this? Is his hand a mind control armagus? I drop to my knees and put both hands on my forehead, trying to resist his influence.
"What have you done to me?" I choke out.
"You'll see... Scratch that, no you won't." The boy scoffs. "This is taking too long. You're stronger than I thought." Suddenly, he snaps his fingers. "But humans can only take so much."
My thoughts fizzle out and my consciousness goes black. I feel my arm fall limply at my side right before everything fades to black.
... I feel so used...
