The Blue Haired Angel and Incinerate Boy
By: Atomic Kokoro
Storyline
Note: Takes Place Before "Blue Dragon: Tenkai No Shichi Ryuu", or Second Season, but After First Season.
Andropov and Jiro board a plane to Britain to meet Shu, Bouquet, Kluke, and Marumaro for a reunion for the first time in two years. But, as they notice the peek of a tower arising from the water, the plane crashes into the ocean. The duo find their way to the tower peek... then find themselves dragged into another adventure in the depths of the ocean, trapped in a twisted world under the sea: Rapture.
Before You Read
*sigh* So. Much. To. Do. Haven't had time to WRITE! GAH!
Oh, well. Here is the 14th chapter!
Chapter 14
Safehouse
He moaned. Andropov's eyes opened to a blurred vision of light that seemed to surround him. As his vision focus, the light faded until it was a small circle in the center of his vision.
A light bulb.
He leaned up and felt his head, resting on his one elbow. He was laying on a soft matress in a small room with a sort of fireplace in the center of the room. Somehow, it felt familier, like he had been their before. The atmosphere was gentle and almost kind of kiddish.
He looked around and he spotted several little girls, sitting in a circle. A few were standing, some were sitting, and one sat in a wheelchair. He frowned. He knew how the little girl in the wheelchair felt. How he spent all his days unable to walk, unable to run. He recovered, but he was unsure if she would.
"Welcome, boy," a familier voice rang from another room. Andropov turned and glaced at a window where a woman was pacing back and forth. He knew her form and style of hair, how it was so unique, yet... familier.
"Brigid," he muttered. "You look after these girls, don't you?"
From the window, where only her shadow was visible, she nodded. A little girl behind was sleeping. They all looked alike. So alike. But they were human. They couldn't all possibly be sisters, could they? No, there was way too many children.
He looked back at the girls sitting in the circle. They stared at him, unsure of what to think. Some were angry, some were afraid. Others just stared at him, as if they wanted him to go away. And fast. Silently, Andropov agreed with him. He was angry, afraid, and wanted to go away, too. He had to save Jiro, and Atlas's family, and the rest of the Little Sisters. It was when he thought again, he thought it was too much responsiblity for him to take on.
Jiro's sister, Jina, was the whole problem. She had probably told the only healed sisters that he was not who they thought he was, and now they hated him. If this was before he met Kluke and Jiro and the others, he probably wouldn't've cared. But now, he was so used to being loved, the feeling of being hated and resented just didn't feel...right.
"I do take care of these girls," she said. "I have since the first Little Sister was ever created. It's my job. My responsibilty. I would hate to leave these girls in a place like this, because it is all my fault this is even happening."
Andropov paused his breath, before looking back at the window. "What do you mean all your fault?" he questioned, an annoyance at the edge of his voice. Confusion as well.
"I had a job here. And while I was working, I found a slug. A special slug. And with it, I created the first ever Little Sister."
The boy looked away, at the ground, deep in thought. He looked back at her. Brigid continued, "And then ADAM was created. Plasmids were created. Eve was created. Everything went out of balance. Rapture became an underwater nightmare, and everything was lost.
"She said that the Blue Haired Angel would come and put an end to it. She said that they would all be free one day, and they would be able to go back home. She said they would be saved. And then, she grew evil."
Andropov shook his head in confusion. "You're talking in riddles, Brigid. What are you talking about?"
Brigid sighed. "I'm sorry. I am making no sense." She paused for a minute, as if deciding what to say next. "It is not importent anyway. You have to save you're friend, before everything really is lost. Without him, you cannot save the Little Sisters. He is more importent then you think."
Andropov began to wonder if Jina had something to do with Jiro. And if Jiro had something to do with the Little Sister's bedtime story. Before he could ask however, a door opened. "Hurry," Brigid ushered. "You must leave before the Splicer's find where we are."
Andropov hesitated, questions running through his head. He sighed in defeat and hurried out the exit, beginning to think Brigid was more then she said she was.
...
Jiro's breath could be seen easily. The air was brisk and moist. He tugged on the chains that held his wrists above his head in the freezer area. Blood seeped from many wounds on his body from the torture he was put through, a metallic flavor tasted on the tip of his tounge.
He lost his hoodie in the midst of the torment; ripped off his body by one of Jina's men to be whipped. Although one thing he hadn't lost was his senses. He knew where he was, what he was doing, and why he was there. He knew his name and everything about him, and he certainly felt if ever escaped from this place, he would have no trouble turning back to face Jina in a much more fair fight.
The only thing that hurt worse then the physical pain was the pain of betrayl by the younger sister he loved so much. He coudn't figure out why she hated him so much. Even when he coudn't protect her from the bullies, she still forgave him. What made it different this time?
A lot, he thought to himself in disgust.
He shivered uncontrolably from the cold air of the freezer. No doubtably, they left him there to either bleed to death, die of starvation, or die of hypothermia.
Jiro couldn't help but wonder what happened to Andropov. Maybe they had gone off to torture him as well, just because he had been travelling with him. Or, by some stroke of luck, Andropov had manged to escape and was coming to rescue him. It wouldn't hurt to hope, would it?
He sighed, watching his breath appear and disappeared. He giggled. It was almost like his "Ghost Sense" was going off or something. He chuckled, It was a bad time to be thinking about childish cartoons, but ever since he caught Andropov watching the stupid thing (Jiro reluctently joined him), he couldn't help but think about it everytime he did something that reminded him off it.
If fact, if he was correct, it was the children who showed Andropov what Danny Phantom was, and Andropov had fallen under the same sort of spell Jiro did.
His mind began to recall some events that had lead them to discover something new, especially the Vita Chamber. Then, he remembered the look Andropov had given him several times. The look as if he were someone else. As if he wasn't who he really was.
What was Andropov seeing at those moments? Who did he remind Andropov so much of that it made Andropov stop and think? What was going on in that boy's head everytime he was afraid, everytime he was scared, sad, angry?
He shivered again, his vision beginning to double. "D-damn it..." he hissed, trying to focus his vision. It had gotten too cold for him to stay alive.
The last thought he could think as a darkness passed over was not what he had nearly expected. In fact, it wasn't even his voice:
What are you doing? He needs you!