Author's Notes:
Chapter 3 – Posted. Sigh... Between Games, College and Work, I choose to do this. Oh well... Anyway as I've said from the previous chapter, I was nearly finish with this when I posted chapter 2. so... if there are reviews by the time I post this... I'll answer them on Chapter 4.
Disclaimer: Strike Witches is not owned by me.
Chapter Three: What Happened, Really? Part 2
Year: 1945
Location: 501st "Strike Witches" Squadron Base
Time: Flashback: Few Days Before
[Point Of View: 'Him']
"I'm sorry..."
The feeling was... calming, its peaceful and caring. I feel protected, I feel... light.
"Ahh... so this is how dying feels like... its much better than I had imagined..."
I was floating, aware of the feeling that I was experiencing. It was nice, "I wish I could stay like this forever...", I muttered to myself.
Suddenly, the feeling was gone... it had disappeared, vanished into thin air. Then, it was replaced by a cool breeze accompanied by splashing sound of the ocean.
Confused by the sound, I found myself opening my eyes. My eyes met an unfamiliar ceiling, I sat upright from the bed and felt even more confused.
'I remembered losing my right leg and my left arms burned, so... why do I still have them?' I thought to myself. I also feel no soreness whatsoever, strange. 'I've been healed', the thought of getting healed to this extent was... mind boggling.
Looking around, I also noticed that there are a number of empty beds inside the room? No, this isn't a normal room, it's a medical ward.
'I'm in a military base? How?'
After the thought of being in a military base passed through my confused mind, my instincts immediately kicked off. I threw the covers, jumped to the side and made a dash for the wall beside the door. Scanning the area around me, I saw a metal pole used for I.V.'s. I grabbed it and went beside the cabinet nearby to hide. Taking a few deep breaths calmed my nerves and prepared myself, guards up to protect myself if I need be.
Time: 5 minutes later...
No one came, now that I thought about it, there's no one inside the ward. No doctors, no nurses or even guards, 'You have got to be kidding me, right? A military base with no personnel to watch over or guard an unknown person they probably picked up somewhere is one way to get themselves killed. Well, not that I have such intentions but still...'
I rubbed my temple and sighed, I just woke up and there's already a problem with this base. Then another thought came to my mind, 'what if... this is a witch base?', that would certainly explain the lack of personnel, but still its been awhile since I have seen such a base.
Since there is no one around, I decided to move from my hiding spot and walk towards the window. I am completely astounded by what I am seeing at the moment and silently whispered to myself,
"this... this is not just a base, this is not even an ordinary 'Witch Base'. This place is a 'Witch Fortress', rare fortresses around the world that is made by the hands and magic of witches. This particular fortress is enormous in size and still intact a bait damaged but still functioning. By the looks of it, this 'fortress' is "sleeping" and largely unexplored.
I smiled, excitement welled up within my very being at the thought of what I would find on this place, but... I can't shake the feeling that I have seen this place somewhere before. A thought crossed my mind,
"I'm not dead... I'm in a place where everything looks so 'peaceful and healthy'. Some 'Second Neuroi War' vehicles and defenses as well..."
"Hmm... I'm in the past... illogical as it might sound, its the best explanation I have for all this and as a scientist I must always look into multiple possibilities."
with that thought in mind, I made my way to the kitchen; unaware of a following figure behind.
Location: 'Strike Witches' Base, Kitchen
Time: Late Morning, 11:00am
"Hmmm... why does this base have so many potatoes?"
Shrugging at my own question, I prepared my 'Special Recipe Calculations and Formulas' for my cooking. Cooking has always been a bit taxing for me, the reason for this is that I always use my 'scientific mindset' in cooking.
This is so that nothing in my cooking will be wasted and have the maximum taste afterwards. Feeling a bit dizzy and a few headaches came into my mind but I could care less about that right now. This is going to be my first descent meal, first real meal, in a long time.
I looked at my food of ten pieces of potato chips, one bread, one egg and one bacon, I cried.
"this is too much..."
Even with my calculations this is too much. Back home, even high command doesn't have meat on their plates, only the elders of the council and the remaining 'leaders' of the world have them.
From what I know, even high command have limited food. About 10 to 20 pieces of chips, an egg and a bread. A commander I know and friends with shares his food to his subordinates. Even though not everyone in his command is given food from his plate, at least he knows how to care for his people.
I for one is an important asset but even I only got as much as an officer which is ten chips and whole bread, if lucky sometimes an egg. That's my meal twice a week. But even with this limited food I still find it more appropriate to give them to the witches and 'her'.
The witches have the same amount as I do, but sometimes their food is mysteriously less than it should be. The witches would try and give the food to me saying, "You mind needs some food to think, so eat up."
I never did accept that and made a 'secret skill' of shoving the food back to their plates without them noticing, it worked. Sometimes when they notice that skill they would protest about it, I just shut their protest down by giving them some reason why they need it more than I do and they would say,
"Many of our people out there in the streets don't even have anything to eat..."
I replied, "I know..."
After that, I snapped back from my memory lane. I begun eating slowly, savouring the taste and made sure to engrave into my mind all the people back home who had never eaten anything. Made sure to remember all the hardships I, the witches and 'her' passed through everyday in our life together.
A figure watched as the man ate while crying and a pained expression entrenched on his face.
"...why is he crying?"
After finishing my meal, I gave my thanks to the people who helped me, protected me and cared for me. Then, as I was about to look into my files, I remembered;
"My Pendant!"
I kept a cool head and ran back to the medical ward. Luckily, the people of this base thought the pendant as an ordinary thing. The pendant is shaped as a shield, in the middle a vertical broom is seen. Surrounding the broom are four-pointed stars with trail that made it look like wings, five to the left and five to the right. Clouds are positioned below the broom and stars, inside the clouds are symbols no one would understand because its written in a different language, an ancient language; the word is "END". The pendant's colour scheme is identical to that of the "Strike Witches" own logo.
I found the pendant inside the drawer of the nurse's table. I also found a supposed file about me,
Name: Unknown
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Date of Birth: Unknown
Height: 170 cm
Nationality: Unknown
Medical Record:
The file is not done. Whoever wrote this was in a hurry, possibly because of the Neuroi. Now that I thought about it, its the most likely explanation for the lack of personnel but...
"Why would they leave me here then?"
I know I won't be getting answers until the personnel return or the witches turn up so I just proceeded back to the lodge. Spacey, a piano and a stage? Shaking my head, I grabbed a sofa and face it to a wall. I got to the windows and closed all the curtains. I went back to the kitchen to get my leftover food of five potato chips and sat to the sofa.
With everything done and ready, I 'activated' my pendant. A flash of light erupted from the pendant and hit the wall. The wall turned black and flashes of light begun to appear, numbers and letters that would make no sense to anyone of this time period appeared. A few moments later, a loading screen appeared, it has the same design as the pendant except for the circle surrounding and going around it.
The loading screen disappeared and was replace by an image, "PROJECT END". The name is imprinted to a folder in a desk made of white tiles. There was no lamp but it was illuminated, pens, rulers and others things are spread across the table.
A few blinks occurred once again and more folders appeared, this time a folder named: "Project Striker Wings" caught the attention of the figure that has been following the man.
Unable to resist her curiosity, the figure came out of her hiding place. She's no other than Sanya who was left behind on the base so that she could rest up. But the man's awakening made her curious as to what he was about to do now that he was awake.
"...what are you doing?"
I have been too focused on my personal computer that I didn't even noticed a white haired witch has sat beside me. By the looks of it she has been following me around the whole time.
"ummm... want some?" I awkwardly offered the potato chips I cooked earlier.
She didn't even hesitate in grabbing a chip and ate it. Her eyes widened and looked at her half eaten chip and looked at me, then her chips again and ate the rest. Since she didn't hesitate in eating the chips I made, that meant she's been following from since I started cooking or from earlier than that. Well, not that I have a problem with it.
"Want some more? I'll cook more if you like?" I asked her. ' Right. First, we break that 'you are suspicious person' mindset from her mind. Then, it'll be easy to talk to her after that.' I thought to myself.
"I'm Deki Maou, what's your name?"
"...Sanya V, Litvyak"
I smiled at her and went to the kitchen, the computer turned off and she followed.
"I was just about to play a game" I informed her.
"...how?" by the looks of it she's clearly interested in my computer, not that she knows what it is.
"hehehe... maybe later. For now, I will cook more potato chips so that we don't have to get up all the time" I said to her as I pull a frying pan to cook at.
Sanya just nodded her head and sat on a chair inside the kitchen. By the time I looked at her again, she has fallen asleep.
After cooking THREE whole plates of potato chips, I gently woke Sanya and point her towards the lodge. She nodded once again and proceeded to carry one of the plates.
Once we have settled on our sits, Sanya begun to nibble at the potato chips I have cooked. She looked at me with expecting eyes which meant she really wanted to know how I am going to play a game that's on a wall screen.
I activated the pendant once again and materialized two controllers. Her eyes widened at what just happened, she gingerly grabbed the controller and examined it intently.
"Okay, here... lemme teach you."
[Point Of View: 'Him' Deki Maou: End]
To be continued...
Author's Note no.2:
These are all power of 'Technology'. He never did anything using magic on this chapter.
Now, a Question to all of you viewers and readers of this story.
+ Would you like me to put a real game into it? Or make up my own games for them to play?
= I am asking this questions because maybe you want see them play our games like, Black Ops Zombies; or maybe go to different planets and kill Fallen or Vex.
= I have an idea for games but its mostly from the known games already.
= I have looked into some fanfic but they are mostly the 'witches gets teleported to another world/dimension types'. I want to see them 'Play and Enjoy' a game rather than fight for their life.
Another Question:
+ Is my Chapters long enough? Or do you want me to make it longer?
= I have been changing the already written/typed chapters to make them longer and the result is this, over 1500 words per chapter; this chapter has over 2000 words not including the author's notes.
I hope to receive some replies from this... thank you for reading. :)
Preview:
Chapter 4: W.H.R.? Part 3: What Game is 'That'?
"Ma'am! There's been gunshots coming from the lodge for the past hour."
"What?! Everyone! Prepare to breach!"
"Breach!"
"Breaching! Wait! No!"
"Sanya! Run! No! My Head! ARGG!"
A roaring sound was heard and the world turned red...
in Blood.