CHAPTER THREE... YAY... *dies*
"No! META!", I shouted. He closed his eyes, his breath shallow and getting shorter with each minute. "No... Please... Don't die..." I held him against my chest, my cheek against his forehead. Even though I've only known him for a really short time, I felt as if he was like my little brother or even my own son. I've always wanted someone to care for, preferably a girl, but a nice little boy was good as well.
But Meta was different. He was a PERFECT child. Intelligent, charming, adorable, caring, lovable, cute, handsome in a childish way, helpful, kind, all of that good crap. I'd give my soul to have a child like him. I'm not about to let this kid die.
"ARTHUR! WHERE ARE THOSE DAMN MEDICS!" I screamed.
"Coming! Coming! Coming!" I heard him call.
"WELL YOU'RE NOT COMING FAST ENOUGH DAMMIT!" I shrieked, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Three medics, including Mint, surrounded me and Meta. I reluctantly let them take him inside on a stretcher, tending to his broken ribs and ripped flesh, which was still bleeding very badly. They disappeared from my sight, heading toward the medical wing.
Arthur walked me back to my room, telling me words of assurance. We reached my destination and he smiled at me then left. I took a shower, washing away the child's blood that had soaked through my armor, chain mail, and multiple layers of clothing.
Jeez. How hard did I hug that kid? I finished up, wrapping a towel around my hair and another around my body. I yawned as I stepped out of my bathroom.
When I opened my eyes, there on my bed, reading MY book was... Jecra!? "JECRA! WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM!?", I screamed, trying to cover the rest of my body.
He looked up, and smiled. That stupid pervy rape face. Who gave him permission to come into my room?! He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Unusual. He usually always wears his armor like the rest of us.
"Wassup?," he asked innocently, mischief in his reddish-purple eyes.
"GET OUT! I'M NAKED GODDAMMIT!" He smirked, then continued reading, paying no attention to me whatsoever.
"Make me."
My eye twitched in anger. That perverted BASTARD!
"Fine you $&¡%." I opened my walk-in closet and walked inside. "If you open this door I will brutally murder you." I closed the door with a click. I sighed as I walked to the center of the closet.
Jecra.
Jecra.
Jecra.
What am I going to do about him? I took off the towel around my head and tossed into a basket. I picked out everything I needed to wear before putting them on, the towel around my mid-section falling to the floor around my ankles. Underwear. Bra. Tanktop... Hey where is it?
"Looking for something?"
Oh, no he didn't.
I slowly turned around, and there he was, leaning against the wall, the door wide open, with that pervy smirk on his face, holding my tanktop.
I stand corrected... F***!
My face turned completely red.
"JECRA!," I shrieked, grabbing the towel on the floor and quickly covering my exposed body. He laughed, tossed my tanktop at me. I snatched out of the air, dropping my towel in the process. I yelped, then hid behind some racks of my other clothes. He laughed again, walking out of my closet.
After a few agonizing seconds, I heard the door shut. I felt like I was about to melt. That son of a-. GRRRRRR! He'd better not tell any one about this. I finished getting dressed and walked out the door wearing a baggy work-out jumpsuit and gloves with built-in brass knuckles (ya never know you're gonna find him).
He's gonna be in a hell of a load of pain when I DO find him, but first I'm gonna visit Meta.
"He's in here Sir Arthur." I heard a woman say. The clanking of heavy armor came towards my shivering figure.
Vague memories clouded my mind. I remember that a few minutes after they took me in, they gave me a shot, which numbed the entirety of my body. I felt nothing, yet knew they were doing something to me. There was a prickly feeling in my chest for about and hour, annoying the living hell out of me.
Arthur's deep scratchy voice pulled me from my thoughts back to reality.
"Are the repairs complete?" I heard him say.
Repairs?
"Nearly done." The woman responded. Wait.. I recognize that voice. She was the nurse who brought me and Garlude breakfast! Mint-head.
"Good. You're excused Mint."
Called it.
"Yes sir."
I heard the tap tap of her high-heels as she walked away. I sensed eyes staring at me, probably Arthur.
"I expect Garlude to be here soon. She was really worried about you," he told me. I groggily open one silver eye. He helped me sit up and gave me a bowl of hot soup.
"What did you mean by repairs?," I asked him. Stared at me with interest before saying...
"Your a curious little boy aren't you? What if I didn't answer your question?"I blinked.
"I won't let you leave unless you do." He smirked.
"Very well. We use a machine to fix broken bones quickly and painlessly. You broke your arm, nose, and a couple ribs. A few or your ribs will have to heal on their own, so take it easy." With that, he left.
I ate my soup hungrily. I didn't realize that using my powers would leave me so drained. It makes me wonder how my father feels whenever he creates a demon beast. He's probably used to it.
"Meta!" I looked up and a body flew into me and hugged me tight. Garlude! I smiled even though I was very much in pain.
"Hey, what time is it?" She giggled.
"It's half past four PM. Are you well enough to walk?" She cocked her, eyes glittering with question.
I nodded. She got up. "Can you stand?"
I shrugged in response. I swung my feet off the bed and pushed myself onto the metal floor. I walked around in circles before I was convinced that I could walk without stumbling.
Garlude took my hand and led me out the door into a white circular hallway. We walked down it, Garlude pointing out the different people we passed. Malin. Pennelopi. Theresa. Jack. Lina. Ken. Renejay. Erm... Nickie?
"Hello Mint," Garlude greeted the nurse. She acknowledged her greeting with a quick nod, before stepping into a room with a pregnant women on the bed. Garlude stopped.
"That's Sadria. She's about to have a baby." I nodded stiffly.
"I know. She's pregnant. That's why her belly looks so big. Is her baby due today?," I asked, looking up to Garlude. She flashed me a look of surprise, then smiled.
"I'm always forgetting how smart you are. I keep on thinking that I'm talking to a average seven year old."
"I'm eight."
"Oh... sorry, but yeah. She's due today." She turned to an armored man sitting on a bench nearby. He looked worried.
"Tanner. You okay?" He looked up.
"Oh, hello Garlude. Yes, I'm fine." He stared at me for a moment. "Is this your little brother?" Garlude snickered.
"No. This is the demon everyone is talking about. The one who killed the giantess." She looked down at me. "What was her name again?"
"Dianaca," I replied. Tanner shot up.
"WHAT?!" he yelped, taking out a gun. Immediately, I reacted by disarming the man even before he got the chance to aim. I hooked my leg around his and brought him to the ground, grabbing his gun in the process. I aimed the weapon at his face while stepping away.
Garlude just stood there, an amused look on her face, as Tanner shot a look of pure fear and hate at me. I lowered the gun, my face expressionless.
"Sorry. Reflexes." I held out my hand to help him up. He looked skeptical now, but with one nod from Garlude, he trusted me enough to gasp my hand. I pulled him up, effortlessly. How light can these guys get? He cleared his throat.
"Er... It's okay. It was kinda my fault for trying to kill ya." He laughed nervously. I handed him his gun, right when the door to the pregnant woman's room opened. Mint stepped out with a huge grin on her elfish face.
"Mr. Klint. You may come in now." Tanner's eyes widened. He gulped and stepped through the door hesitantly. Meta and Garlude poked their heads in, watching Tanner walked up to the woman on the bed.
She looked tired, but happy. She gazed at the thing in her arms. Curious, I bounded up to the side of the bed. The woman smiled at me. "Do you want to see?" I nodded, standing on my toes to get a look at her baby. She leaned over, the thing becoming visible to me. I grinned. It was a girl. I giggled.
"What are you gonna name her?," I asked curiously. What was her name again? Oh, Sadria. Sadria tilted her head in thought. Tanner sat down next to her on the bed, putting an arm around her protectively.
"I don't know. What do you think, Tanner?" He shrugged.
"How about Marisa?"
Tanner and Sadria turned to me. Sadria smiled, turning to Tanner.
"Don't you think that name is just perfect?" I heard her ask her husband.
In the doorway, I saw Garlude taking pictures of me, I think. She had a camera that was somewhat similar to the one Casey Saunders had, or 'Customer Service' as most of my father's clients call him. Tanner shrugged again.
"It's nice." Sadria turned to me again.
"We'll think on it," she said. I gave her the best puppy eyes I could manage. Sadria stared into my eyes, completely mesmerized.
"Please?," I begged, "It would be a great honor." Sadria's gaze went completely soft.
"Oh, all right. We'll name her Marisa." Mint jotted down something on a pink slip and gave it to Tanner.
"Meta! Time to go!," Garlude called. I nodded to her her.
"Bye," I whispered to the sleeping baby. She made a funny gurgling noise, then started to snore. I giggled, hopping over to Garlude. We walked into a big room with brown wood walls ,which looked kinda metallic, and a heck of a load of people, who looked like robots because of all the armor, milling about.
"Okay, I'm going to try and find Jecra. Why don't you just follow Yamikage around?," Garlude asked, pointing to the ninja, who was relaxing on a couch in another part of the room. Jeez. How big is this place?
Dunno...
Dark, get the f%¢® out of my head.
Urgh... Do I have to?
Yes.
Okay... You suck...
Meta trotted over to the big couch. He peeked over the armrest and poked Yamikage. The ninja groaned and sat up. He rubbed the sleep out of his red eyes, yawning. Meta continued to poke him, until Yamikage grabbed to child's hand.
"Stop it. I'm already awake. Now what the hell da ya want?" Meta blinked.
"Garlude told me to follow you around because she's going to find Jecra and beat him into a pulp with her brass knuckle gloves, so Jecra probably did something naughty." Yamikage stared at him.
"Did she tell you this?" Meta shook his head.
"You didn't hear her screaming her head off at him?"
"No."
"Can we go see him get his $$ kicked?" Yamikage blinked in surprise, not expecting a child to use such extreme language, but he nodded anyway. They ran to the training room, Meta trailing right behind Yamikage, also grabbing a map from a passing soldier. It was hand drawn so he probably was a recruit. Yamikage skidded to a stop in front of a big metal door. Screams of pain came from inside.
"Oh damn... Garlude must be really pissed." A chill went up Yamikage's spine as he thought of what Garlude might be doing to the elf.
"Is that blood?" Yamikage looked down. Meta was crouched down on the ground, studying a red liquid that was seeping out of underneath the door.
"Ho-ly SH*T!"
SCHOOL IS SUCH (BEEP) RIGHT NOW! DX *bangs head on wall* A MATH TEST, A SCIENCE TEST, TWO SPEECHES, A VOCABULARY TEST, BEING FORCED TO DANCE WITH MY ARCH-ENEMY, GRAAAAH! *eye twitches* the list goes on... *blows up*