IIIIIIIIIIII'MMM here! Did anybody miss me? I hope you did (you'd better have)!

Anywho, I will start out by saying I'm sorry about how fast this part of the story might seem. Believe me, it's not my preference. I don't have the patience to make it longer, so, like…LIVE WITH IT! Or read… in fact, you should. So, without any further ado, I give you…

To God be the Glory

Onettsons

Chapter 3: An Unexpected Turn

The hum could be described as unearthly, for indeed it seemed very alien. It could be described as creepy, for the sound made one's flesh crawl. It could also be described as loud, unnerving, and a multitude of other negative adjectives. But none of these things about the hum mattered to Lucas Aldabey, for all he thinking of it was that he could hear it, and that he didn't want to.

Yet the foremost in his mind was this one question: "What is happening?". After all, not moments ago he had been lying peacefully in the grass, and now there was a squad of nightmarish helicopters hovering a mere few feet above the ground a mere few meters in front of him. He wanted to run away, faint, or wake up, but instead all he could do was stand petrified, waiting for the end to come. What annoyed him most was that the end didn't come, as the helicopters (or whatever they were) kept him locked in a disturbing stare-down.

Lucas wondered if Ness was in the same situation, too, but he couldn't force himself to take his eyes off of the black abominations before him. His ears told the boy that his friend was motionless as well, but then something he could not believe.

Crunch, snap. Ness was moving toward the helicopters. Crunch-snap-snap. Ness was running toward the helicopters. SNAP! A noise that somehow rose above the drone of the helicopters came to Lucas. Z-z-z-z-ZAP! Lucas no longer had to rely on his hearing as his friend came into his line of sight, and now he saw Ness almost flying through the air toward the closest abomination, silver sparks bursting from his outstretched hand. The hand and sparks made contact, and the helicopter reeled back.

Ness landed clumsily and fell to the ground. Looking up, he beheld all four machines hovering ominously around him. Yes, now that he was surrounded, he could clearly tell there were four. Well, that didn't help him. He stood up to face his opposition, refusing to stay down in defeat. Glaring into the visor-windows, Ness wasn't sure who or what was glaring back. He wondered what they would do: start firing some sort of alien ray guns at him, give him an evil monologue, or just keep floating in front of him.

Then, they did the last thing he expected (although that might not be a big surprise to us). The deafening hum grew stronger, and all four machines rapidly ascended. The capped boy gaped as they rose away from him, not comprehending that they were all of a sudden LEAVING. He glanced back at Lucas, wondering if he had the same reaction.

Lucas, however, was keeping his eyes on the enemy, which was at that point the smartest thing he could be doing. The machines were slowly rising up, in a circular buzzard-like fashion, drifting farther apart from each other as they went higher. Then…

"Lucas? Buddy? Why do you think they're leaving?" interrupted Ness's words.

"Ness…" Lucas said quietly.

"Huh?"

"Ness!" Lucas shouted, suddenly excited, "LOOK OUT!"

"Wha-?" the other boy whirled around, just in time to behold an orange, nearly silent tractor beam emanating from a claw device on the bottom of one of the black machines. Reacting, not thinking, Ness began to throw all the power he had into going the opposite direction, which was surprisingly easier than he expected. The machine retaliated with an angry sound coming from somewhere in its armor, and then moving forward in order to bring the claw nearer to the frantic children before it.

"YAAAAGHHHHH!" was what both of boys cried in unison. As the pull became too strong, Ness looked to the frozen Lucas for support. His friend only looked back at him with eyes scared to the point of stupidity, and Ness realized he couldn't rely on him. As his feet left the ground, Ness turned around to face his opposition, forcing all the power he could muster into his hands and an intimidating look on his face.

He saw orange. He heard the odd hum of machines. He felt an odd shock go through his body. He heard the clank of metal-against-metal as the claw closed. He slit his eyes. He was trapped.

A blurred figure moved stealthily across the… whatever it was. He assumed it was the floor, but given how alien the entire ship was, there was no way to be sure. Several figures had already gone by in the same fashion, as blurry as this one. Of course, the ray shield thingy probably had something to do with it. It was a fiery orange, a stark contrast to the dull gray everything else was.

Determined to make some kind of contact with the outside thing, Ness banged his fist against the orange barrier. This resulted in a painful shock that shot through his arms and upper shoulders. Wringing his hands in an unfamiliar form of agony, Ness slowly put them together and sent a spark of power through them. As he did, the spark wiped out the sting, and his expression relaxed.

This time as he threw his hands against the glowing wall, small sparkles aiding his assault, no pain was inflicted, and the ray even seemed to groan and give way a bit. Encouraged, he enthusiastically attacked the barrier that stood between him and freedom. A steady beat of vibrating groans echoed across the small chamber as his powered-up punches slowly put effect on the shield. On some of his strikes he forgot to use power, so that resulted in pain, but he shook it off each time.

His efforts had definitely attracted attention, for multiple blurry images were gathering up in front of the cylinder-shaped prison. Ness no longer had any interest in them, because all of it was focused on getting out.

Then, to Ness's great excitement, the shield began to waver and the figures reacted by scurrying out of sight. They disappeared from view just as the ray died and the boy was released. Stepping out in dramatic triumph, he looked over his surroundings. They included: gray, stone-like walls, strange, buzzing machinery, a few gray…entrances he guessed, and several other prisons identical to his former one.

…Well, now what? He walked up to one of the said entrances, looked it over, and punched it.

"Ow," he uttered as pain (normal pain this time) coursed once again through his arm. Glaring at the door thing, he scanned its edge to look for a place to pry it open. Luckily, he found an opening, and smiling, he went toward it. Then, seeing that it was being opened from the outside Ness crouched and prepared to lunge forward.

It opened a little more, and then commotion was heard on the other side. The entrance started to close, but the boy wasn't about to let that happen. Throwing caution to the wind, Ness boosted toward, though and out the crack.

He paused when he reached the other side, wondering if he should confront his unseen foes. Then he noticed an odd sound, kind of like the sound of…

Braack!

That was enough convincing for him. Having barely dogged that, he dared not look back as he ran blindly forward until he almost flattened himself into a wall. Franticly searching for a way out, he noticed a handle protruding from the would-be-flattener. Grabbing hold of it, he yanked it back with the help of his power. What he saw then stopped his heart.

Just now he remembered that he was in a helicopter, as he stared down into the brown land far, far, below. He recalled how long he had been imprisoned, which had to have to been many hours. So naturally that raised the question of where he was. But the sound of another blast warming up made his decision for him.

Taking a deep breath, Ness closed his eyes… and fell.

Most hearts went bum-bum. Normal hearts beat out a calming rhythm. The average heart was difficult to hear.

But the heart he had was different. It still went bum-bum. It could still be considered calming in its rhythm. And there was still some challenge in listening to it. Yet the bum-bum was covered by another pulsing sound. There was a flare of fury in the calmness. And it seethed so that in this silence, it was impossible to ignore.

His fingers twitched as a powerful wave of the Other Flame entered them. It made him feel awake, alive. He wanted to use it, to fight. But, no. Today was not that day. That day would come in time, he was certain of it. The evil was out there, risen, searching, and waiting. Waiting to be unleashed.

Just like him.

SOOOOOOOOOOOO, What did you think? I had fun writing this at after the beginning. And now, two announcements: One, I'm probably gonna have lots of writing time, so maybe you can expect a quick update. Two, I'm gonna start giving short answers to your reviews, so please feel free to ask any questions!

CarlineN: You can probably expect most chapters to be around this length, and yeah I'm kinda sorry about that. Also, you got to find out how the cliffhanger ended…with another cliffhanger! Please let me know your opinion.

TheMysticalQ: That's a very good guess at the plot… (chuckles deviously) but you have no idea…

XD: RUN! RUN! RUUUUN! Well, I hope this chapter delivers like the last one for you.

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