Boy Meets Witches
H.E.A.T.
Chapter 4
Authors Note: I've seem to have getting a lot of request through reviews to continue the "Original" Steve Clark Plot. I will bring him back. This story is filler and a chance for me to explore creativity before I move on to the Second Season. So for those who want Steve come back, please be patient, He will be back, besides I have some new characters to introduce who will be in the second season.
Steve returned to the shower room to find what he thought was empty, but he soon found out he was not alone. He heard water running. He snuck in to see who was showering it was Gertrud. She looked up set and seemed to be talking to herself, he got into the shower next to hers and peaked over.
"I can't be believe I was stupid enough to bet Steve and Shirley. I thought for sure because Steve really trained he'd lose. (Sigh) Now because of my stupidity, I could be groped anytime Shirley or Steve wants."
"Whoa, I didn't make that part of the bet…who…Shirley." He looked way chuckled to himself.
He looked down at her again. He nearly fell backward. She seemed to be feeling her own breasts.
"Why does it feel so wrong to do this? Yet when someone else does, so right." He heard her say.
Steve could feel the temperature of his skin rise and knew what could only be around the corner and quickly got out of the shower room. He saw Minna approach the shower room with Michaela. They both stopped and sniffed the air and looked at Steve who seemed to be holding the door from opening, panic look on his face.
"Steve did you take a shower?" Minna questioned.
"Dude, you stink to high heaven!" Michaela said pinching her nose.
"Don't!" Steve's voice cracked.
He cleared his throat.
"Don't go in there, quite yet." He said.
"Why?" Michaela asked raising an eyebrow.
"Don't ask. I'll take a bath out side in the spring."
"It's going to be cold this time of the year!" Minna stated to the half crazy warlock.
"In case you didn't notice. I'm burning up!" Steve said hurrying off.
The two girls shrugged and proceed into the shower room and after a few moments exited, both wide eyed.
"We never speak of what we saw and heard!" Minna said.
"Ditto!" Michaela responded.
They departed the area.
"Didn't know she felt that way about Steve." Minna stated, wondering herself if she had feelings for him the way Gertrud did.
Steve had just stripped to his birthday suit and was about to dive into dive into the water. He stuck his toe in.
Even though his skin was hot he could tell the water was pretty damn cold. He dove in the spring and swam a few feet under water and popped up underneath the small waterfall. He felt his body cool off and the water heat up, so it was warm. He heard a loud gasp.
"Why can't I find a place to clean my self in peace!"
He turned his head around to see Sanya, Eila, Lynnette and Yoshika starting at him. He knew nothing was showing, but he still crouched down into the water and spun around and swam near the girls who were cautiously sticking the legs in.
"I think the water fine." Steve said.
"It was freezing yesterday." Eila said sticking her toe in. After she did, her eyes narrowed and looked at Steve almost with the intent on killing him.
"Now its warm! What did you do?"
"Nothing! I was burning up so I got in. I've been trying to clean myself since after the match, but stuff has kept on happening."
Sanya reached out and felt his arm then forehead.
"He is radiating a bit of heat off." She said.
The other three soon followed.
"Wow. He is hot!" Eila said.
"Told you!"
"Lieutenant!" A voice came calling out.
"Oh no! Not her, not now!" Steve groaned.
"Who?" Lynne asked.
"She's here." Eila stated, using her magic.
Just then the figure belonging to the voice came into the clearing. A girl Steve recognized.
"Sargent Emma Forrest, Reporting!" the young energetic Liberion witch responded.
"Nice to meet you." Lynne said.
"Lieutenant, telegram for you!"
"Can't a man bathe in peace?" Steve mumbled as he slipped under the waves.
"Apparently not sir." She said handing a sheet of paper to an out stretched hand from the water. It seemed as though Steve was reading the paper from underwater. Suddenly his head broke the surface and he climbed out of the water. He started at the paper with a look of complete shock on his face.
"How old is this?" He asked
"Less than twenty minutes."
"How does an entire joint fighter wing just disappear over night?"
"I don't know."
Steve put the folder in his mouth a quickly put on his pants and shirt.
"Follow me." He commanded.
"Ok?"
Steve led the way hanger with Emma in tow.
"How far way is the base?"
"Six hour drive, two hour flight."
When they arrived Steve went over to the phone and spoke into it.
"Minna, Gertrud, Shirley! Report to the hanger now!"
Two minuets the three girls ran into the hanger.
"What's wrong Steve?" Minna asked.
"We got a problem. We have to get airborne now. Arm up, though, I have no clue what we're flying against."
"Where we going?" Shirley questioned.
"I'll tell you on the way."
Less then three minuets later they where airborne and flying inland toward the northeast.
"Ok Lieutenant, Tell us where we're going!" Minna demanded.
"Just moments ago, I got an urgent message, Does the name Emmy Wilson, ring a bell?"
"Isn't she night witch of the 51th Squadron?"
"That's the one!" Steve said taking out the telegram. He opened it up and read aloud.
"She reported, "Upon returning to base this morning, I noticed the outpost was strangely quiet. After I did some looking around, it looked as if my entire squadron disappeared. I also found a disturbing sight. I request the presents of Warlock Lieutenant Steven Clark Immediately!"
"Steven?" Shirley questioned.
"She must have heard my name wrong."
Thirty-two minuets later the five arrived at the Outpost belonging to the 51th Joint Fighter Wing. A fresh snow had covered the ground Steve noted it looked more like camp. There were a total of five small log cabins, and two larger longer ones.
The five touched down to see a brown haired witch dress in black approach them. She looked like a Romagnain Officer.
Major Emily "Emmy" Wilson Reporting!" She said saluting.
"Warlock Lieutenant Steve Clark." Returning the salute.
"Oh, its just Steve?"
"Yup."
"Sorry." She blushed
"No worries. What's the problem?"
"Like I said in my message: My friends and squad mates have all vanished into thin air."
"Highly unlikely that they would have deserted their post." Emma said.
"You are?" Emily questioned.
"Sargent Emma Forrest, Reporting!" the Liberion witch responded.
"Yes. Very unlikely. Even it they did, why wouldn't they take their strikers with them."
Steve sniffed the air, his dragon nose smelled something foul.
"Is something burning."
"Over the hill." Emily said pointing with her thumb at a column of gray smoke behind the five cabins.
They followed Emily over the hill.
"When I returned and couldn't find them, I figured they might have gone off to get supplies but theirs no sign of any truck tracks. Then I saw the smoke, thinking they were having a big bon fire I came over."
They stopped almost at the top, Emily turned and spoke to them in a very serious voice.
"What lies beyond this hill, is perhaps the most cruel and inhuman thing I have ever seen. If you do not thing you can stomach it, please wait here."
No one said anything they followed Emily over the hill and came upon a gruesome scene. Below was all of twenty-six mechanics that had been in charge of caring for the 51th equipment, most of them had been to burn beyond recognition. Also of to the right were three individuals that had been tied to poles and burned. That was where some of the smoke was coming from. Gertrud paled, Emma turned and looked away gaging. Shirley turned a sickly color of green. Minna gasped covering her mouth. Steve seemed to be the only one unaffected. He was actually intrigued. It looked like they were executed but almost in an experiment style. Those closer to the center were more badly burned than those on the outside; it almost looked as if some sort of bomb had been dropped on them. But what kind of a bomb kills yet leave the ground and most other surroundings in tack. Steve slide down the hill. He had a hunch, he just hopped he was wrong.
"Be carful Steve!" Minna called out.
"I will be."
Steve carefully made his way to the center of what he would later call the "blast zone". He looked carefully at the red and blackened human remains. What he saw confirmed his fears, two types of weapons had possibly been combined into one, a very effective and dangerous one.
"Everyone stay back, and don't come any closer unless you have a magical regenerative property." Steve shouted back.
He took out his camera and took several pictures and made mental notes. After a short while Steve got up.
"There's nothing we can do here. Lets return to base."
"But what about my squadron and crew?" Emily demanded.
"Stay here if you like or come with us and provide any and all useful information."
The crew made there way back to their strikers and took of to return to the 501st Base.
"I'll need at least a half day or so to prepare my report." Steve sighed looking at Minna.
"What is it Steve?" Minna questioned.
"Something big and not good at all." He stated looking gloomed.
Any ideas as to what kind of weapon did the damage? Two parts to the weapon.
