JasmineChyanne-I'm glad you like the concept!:-) I've always wondered what a fic like this would be like haha.
ks90 & Silver Katsuyami –Oh, good. That's great! I didn't realize it was difficult to read because I only see it in Microsoft Word and not the published version. I'm glad I was told to change it. If you guys have any other tips for the story just let me know
Oh, and due to the fact that the first two chapters don't really have any paragraphs breaks; I would like to know if you want me to break them up and re-upload the corrected versions to make for an easier read. If it bugs ya, please let me know!
On the other hand, for the people that have this under alerts/favorites it may get confusing to be notified every time I add the corrected versions. I would hate to confuse you all. So please let me know which you prefer!
Also, the lyrics in this chapter are Buddy Holly's, "It doesn't matter anymore". Now pretty please don't just skim over the lyrics! I picked this song because the irony the lyrics will have in reference to the story! So its sorta kind important you read them:-) You won't see it right away, but in the future you will have that "ah!" light bulb moment:3
Now on to the chapter!
He gripped the edge of the desk and turned it over with a force so hard it was tossed to the opposite end of the room. The desk hit the wall with a loud crash and fell on the floor with a thud.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE JOES GOT HER!" He screamed to the viper, who showed no emotions only a stoic nameless face.
Storm Shadow glowered at him. "Where's the commander?" He barked.
"In the medical wing." Was his monotone reply.
Storm Shadow stomped out of the room in fury. Every person he met as he passed by immediately ran out of his way in fear that the ninja would strike them down in his path.
As he reached the medical area, Storm shadow gave a furious glare at in the direction of the doctor turned commander, as he sat at his work station analyzing data. The commander gave him a questioning look as he stopped with balled fists in front of his desk.
"What seems to be the problem, Storm Shadow?" The commander questioned, attempting to be patient with the man.
"Are you aware that Starfire was captured by the Joes while on her mission to retrieve the warheads?" He barked out at the commander, who did not even do so much as to flinch.
The commander stared for a moment at Storm Shadow before he returned his gaze to his project. "Yes, but no need to be alarmed. She successfully completed her mission. The warheads are once again in my possession." He idly replied.
Storm shadow growled and leaned over the desk, to grab the commander by the collar. "This isn't about the Damn warheads! She is a prisoner of the Joes! They will make her talk!" He yelled in his commander's face.
The commander simply laughed. "Why, has someone developed an attachment to his student?" He mocked, in glee, at the ironic situation.
Storm shadow narrowed his gaze, and shoved the commander very roughly back on his seat. He turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" The commander questioned in a threatening tone.
"To get her back." He replied with vengeance seeping through the words.
I tapped on the edge of the bed, a constant beat that was currently stuck in my head for the past hour. It was annoying me that I could not so much as remember what it went to. I let out a frustrated sigh. This was no use. I dropped my ARM back onto my lap, which sat crisscrossed on the blinding white bed spread. I began to hum the annoying beat.
After awhile it hit me. I began to sing softly, to myself.
" There you go and baby here am I,
Oh well you left me here so I could sit and cry,
Well golly gee what have you done to me?
Well, I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
Do you remember baby last September,
How you held me tight each and every night,
Well, oops-a-daisy, how you drove me crazy,
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
There's no use in me a cryin',
I've done everything and now I'm sick of trying,
I've thrown away my nights,
And wasted all my days over you.
Well you go your way and I'll go mine,
Now and forever 'til the end of time,
I'll find somebody new and baby,
We'll say we're through and you won't matter anymore.
There's no use in me a cryin',
I've done everything and now I'm sick of trying,
I've thrown away my nights,
And wasted all my days over you.
Well you go your way and I'll go mine,
Now and forever 'til the end of time,
I'll find somebody new and baby,
We'll say we're through and you won't matter anymore,
You won't matter anymore."
By the end of the song, I was singing very loudly and swaying to the tune, as I tapped against my legs to keep beat. I blushed, as I had not even registered when my voice or mannerisms had gone from one extreme to the other.
That song had been one of my favorites as a teenager. I smiled to myself. I hadn't heard it in years, so it was odd that it came to mind right now.
Shrugging it off as being a result of my lack of thought process, I decided to stop ignoring the seriousness of my situation. And the 2 issues I was currently dreading.
1, if I found no means to escape the Joes would find a way to make me speak about Cobra. Most likely that would include a fate worse than death itself. I cringed, as pictures of being slashed and drowned came to mind.
The other issue, was in the unlikely event I was given a window of opportunity. Then, how exactly would I create a diversion in order to successfully escape? That is, without it including falling to my death, by a ninja who I was beginning to have a bitter grudge against. I rubbed the back of my currently swollen head, in emphasis.
The door suddenly cracked opened with a loud creaking sound. My attention was instantly fixated on it, in anticipation and curiosity.
Suddenly, a wave of panic overcame me. Why had I not thought over an escape plan sooner? I mentally cursed myself as I lightly sprang out of the bed and into a corner where I would not be seen, not even making a sound in the process. I barely made it as the door opened fully. The young women looked around franticly searching the area, that's when I took my cue and shut the door.
She immediately turned to face me, and I struck out, landing a punch to her head, instantly rendering her unconscious.
I had to act quickly if I was to escape, I pulled the gun out of her coat pocket and cracked the door open to survey my surroundings.
That was odd. Not a single guard in sight. It was suspicious, but I had no time to investigating what appeared to be luck. I ran out the door into the hall and took several turns, quickly maneuvering through the different pathways through what now appeared to be a secluded medical area.
I was becoming increasingly frustrated with every turn, there seemed to be no exciting this area, I was about to just give up and resort to crawling through the air vents, once again when I turned towards an elevator shaft.
"Huh, well guess that works." I commented and quickly made my way into the elevator. When I was inside I pressed the button to ground level. There was no way in hell I was going back to the roof.
The elevator began to tick as I passed several floors, I was nearly there. And suddenly the elevator came to a stand still between floors. I cursed, they must've shut it off. I groaned, of course, I never get the easy kill. I thought sarcastically.
I jumped to grab a bar above my head and swung myself a few times, I made sure to propelling my feet first towards the roof, as I didn't really believe my head could sustain another blow without rendering me unconscious. My feet made contact with the glass shattering it I continued to sail through the openings with full force. I tucked my head to my chest, spiraling in a front tuck, in order to not fall flat on my back once I cleared the roof of the elevator. I reached up and grabbed the cords holding the elevator up, so I would not plummet to my death or back into the elevator.
I wrapped my legs around the cord and began to descend towards the last floor.
It felt as if it was taking ages, I was nearly there when I began to hear screaming.
"Aw shit!" I grumbled. There was only one choice left if I don't wish to ne caught. I gulped, as I inspected the floor that was still several kilos below.
I took a deep breath, and let go. The only thing I could do was pray I made it ok.
As my feet made contact with the ground, I bit my lip in order to stop my scream. As I landed, I heard an unnatural crack and felt a sharp pain on my knee. It most likely broken or dislocated due to the force of impact. I winced. There was no time to feel sorry for myself if I wanted to get out alive however so I began to work at openings the door. It took a few tries but eventually I pried it open.
I searched around, to find another empty hallway. I cocked my brow in confusion. You'd think they would have better security. Ah well, not my problem. I made a mad dash down the corridor. Only two turns and I should be by the bay lift.
I halted in my steps however, when, I heard a conversation through a closed door. I turned back, in curiosity, and listened for a moment.
Then I was reminded that I was being followed as I heard the elevator and a very loud "don't let her escape!' Echo through the hallway. My eyes widened. "Oh shit!"
I turned in the opposite direction to bolt towards the exit, but halted immediately. Staring straight back at me was a black chest, only inches away from my face. I groaned as I looked up to meet the face, no mask, of the black clad ninja. I attempted to turn the opposing direction. But I heard a chorus of guns cocking and realized I was surrounded. I sighed. So much for escaping now.
As I was forcefully led into the direction I had come from, one thought entered my mind. Yup, it was official. I hated ninjas.
