Author's note: Thanks for reading Please review. Anyway I kind of crossed-over the movie with the TV series and added a lot of my own. *grins* more importantly, people who are dead aren't and events that are supposed to happen (according to movie and series) ain't gonna. Also, Esca time is where it should be, but time on Earth is farther ahead.... Oh yeah Hitomi is on Gaea and she doesn't realize how the fast the Mystic Moon's time has gone by.
Sorry Folken fans! I love Folken I really I do it's just that the mean son of a bitch in the movie fits this story so much better!
All original Escaflowne characters, ideas, and settings belong to who they belong to *not me.... wails* Hunter, Blade, and Silver are mine! As well as any other characters who aren't of Esca origin.
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Part One: The Prisoner
(Year 2035)
"I've got you now!" The man in his early twenties growled at the 15-year-old girl. Her pale skin was a sharp contrast to her black pants and tank top. She was trapped in the corner of an abandoned warehouse with her only route of escape blocked by the large black man before her. He was grinning like an idiot. Well most men do. She thought, especially when they think they've trapped one of the Sisters of Death in a corner. This Sister of Death glanced up and noticed pipelines about two feet above her head. Bingo! She jumped and grabbed the nearest one, then swung herself forward to kick her attacker in the stomach. It didn't help much. He seemed to absorb it like a sponge absorbs water.
"You think a little bitch like you can hurt Little Tony?" He chuckled.
"Little Tony? Little? Yeah right! If your little…then I want to know what big is!" She said echoing his chuckle.
Little Tony looked mad. No, he was down right pissed off. She was leaning against the wall, laughing. He pulled out a wickedly curved dagger and raised it to cut her nose to navel. Her eyes flickered from him to the knife. Oh that's gonna hurt! She launched a drop kick at his groin and hit right on. Score…WHAT?!?
"Little Tony has protection," he said sounding like a five-year-old who announced he got an answer right.
"Why worry? I doubt you need a condom with your lack of tools, or did your gay-assed lover give it to you?" the girl said sweetly.
"Whaaat?" Little Tony nearly screamed, "I'll show you!" he came bearing down on her. Little Tony was on his knees before he stopped, looking flabbergast. His mouth moved as if trying to say something, but no words came. The only sound was a soft almost choking-like sound.
"What the shit?" She asked confused as blood started to pour out of his now slack lips. He fell over, ---or rather was kicked over, and above him stood a girl dressed in black pants and a camouflaged tank top. She was holding a bloody switchblade in her right hand. The girl looked partially pissed off, and also annoyed.
"Why do I always end up saving your sorry ass?" She asked, giving the other girl a hand up.
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Another day, another battle. While staring out the window, Lord Dilandau Albatou realized he was disgusted. It had been too easy, way too easy. Of course he did command the best fighters in all of Gaea. But…something was…off. Too easy, too easy.
"Damnit!" The General of the Dragonslayers hissed quietly. Why is it bothering me? We got in, we fought, we killed, and we won. We even get to stay in the castle! Why do I feel…unsatisfied? What happened to set me off? Maybe…
"Gatti! Report!" Dilandau's voice rang threw out the room.
"Sir! No Dragonslayer injured, loss of one horse, no survivors save one, Strategos Folken's goal accomplished…."
"Save one? Who?"
"An old man, Lord Dilandau."
"Why? Why was he captured? And not killed like all the others? Which one of my slayers has gone…soft?" Dilandau's voice echoed in the now still room. Each and every one of the Dragonslayers caught the murderous look in his magenta eyes. When no one answered,
"None of you? Then why is he still alive?"
"Lord Dilandau, perhaps one of the other companies…" SMACK!
"Did I ask you, Miguel? Gatti, where is this prisoner being kept?"
"The lower level dungeon…Lord Dilandau? Lord Dilandau where are you going?" Gatti's voice rang out unobserved. Dilandau knew where he was headed, and he knew the slayers where smart enough to figure it out.
Few minutes passed and Dilandau found himself outside the cell of the prisoner. An old man, yes…but why…alive? After some time the man's head came up and his eyes locked on Dilandau's. The General's face was unreadable, as was the old man's. He moved his lips slightly, but no words formed until finally,
"If you kill…me, they…they will come," he rasped out.
"They? Who are they?" Dilandau asked only mildly curious. This was the reason he had felt disappointed. One had survived, when none at should have. What kind of game is this? Who let him live?
"They…are my protectors. The ones…I have called upon…to avenge me," the man replied with much effort.
"Called? To avenge? Why?"
"I…realized that…one as, bloodthirsty as thyself…would not wish to…leave anyone alive…I used my training…my powers to…call warriors stronger then you or…your slayers…to avenge my death…which I foresaw you in undertaking."
"Why would anyone want to protect you? An old man?" Dilandau asked as a cold smile tugged at his lips.
"You…are disrespectful…I remember…when one would…respect…and care for their…elders." The old man broke down into fits of coughing, which soon stopped.
"I have…called…warriors…the best…to stop whomsoever blows…out my light."
"You think that scares me? I, Dilandau Albatou, General of the Dragonslayers?"
"My warriors are better…then your slayers…they will remain…loyal to me…even after I parish."
"My Dragonslayers are the best warriors in all of Gaea, old man, that's why they are under my command."
"They…talk amongst…themselves…scheme to…overthrow you. Your brutality is…wearing them down…they do not appreciate…you."
"Lies. They are loyal to me, even unto death," Dilandau said softly his eyes filling with anger. My slayers would never betray me. I am their leader…I'll punish anyone who tries to disobey me!
Dilandau unlocked the padlock door and shut it behind him. Instead of unsheathing his sword, he pulled out a dagger.
"You're boring me old man. I'm not very nice when bored," Dilandau hissed. The old man started to chant in some foreign language, a language that seemed vaguely familiar to Dilandau for some reason. What is the bastard saying? Dilandau paused, wondering for a moment.
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"Dammit Hunter! Would you stop yanking my arm outta its socket? Just because you saved my ass doesn't mean you can tear me apart!"
"I'm not touching your arm, Blade." Hunter said sounding annoyed. She was actually. They were supposed to be the best, but no! Blade just goes and nearly gets killed by some idiot who thinks he's worthy enough to try to take on a Sister of Death, to even try to rape one. Doesn't anyone realize that if one of us needs help the other two will come and kick their asses?
Blade whirled around to face the girl who had just joined them. She just happened to be about nine feet away.
"Silver! Why the hell are you grabbing my arm?"
"Blade, you may not have noticed but I'm kind of too far away to even touch you let alone pull on your arm." Silver pointed out. Sliver quickly crossed the gap between them, being careful not to step in the pool of dark blood that was forming around Little Tony's body.
Hunter shook her head. Blade had always been irrational, and surprisingly it saved her life an amazing amount of times. Silver on the other hand always thought things out and that also saved her life a lot. She was a quick thinker, the quiet one of the trio, while Hunter and Blade where outrageously loud and wild.
"Did you have to be so messy?" the blonde girl asked her two older sisters. Hunter, being the oldest was deferred to as the leader, the other two often sought guidance from her that Hunter sought herself. Silver's mother, Michelle had died two years ago, leaving Hunter in charge. Often she did not want to take this position, but accepted it for her sisters' sake.
"It was my kill, Silver. I'll kill how I want to," Hunter replied softly as she rubbed at her arm.
"What's up with your arm? Why the hell are you rubbing it?" Blade asked irritated. Her arm was still hurting and Hunter didn't know why.
"I don't know…it's like I sprained it or something…" A look of confusion flickered over Hunter's face. What the hell is up? Blade's arm is hurting, So is mine…why? Why? Does Silver feel it too? What's happening?…………
The last thing she knew was her determination to figure out what was up before she blacked out.
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Folken felt something was wrong. That half-bred general better not be doing anything. Mainly because he knew a Dilandau doing nothing to ruin the plan was too good to be true, he decided to go check. When he entered the room that the Dragonslayers occupied and didn't see the silver-haired teenager, he knew something was up.
"Where is Dilandau?" He growled. The Dragonslayers looked up. One of them answered.
"Lord Dilandau is currently in the lower dungeon," Chesta said softly. Shit! The prisoner! Folken turned swiftly but not before ordering the Dragonslayers to stay. Because he knew the way to the prisoner's cell, he got there much quicker than Dilandau.
"You're boring me. I'm not very nice when I'm bored." Folken heard the General say, and then heard some strange chanting. That language…it's so familiar…SHIT! He's completing a spell!…but for what?……………..
"STOP!"
Dilandau turned swiftly from inside the old man's cell, to see an angry Folken.
"You will DO NO harm to this man, General! I want to see you NOW!"
If looks could kill, Folken would be obliterated into nothingness. Dilandau exited, and locked the cell. He then followed Folken, adding another thing to his list of reasons to hate this man.
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Any ideas? I'm not exactly sure where this is headed, but I do know the girls kinda disobey. (They no like old man…hee hee *grins*) Oh GREAT I just gave away a key issue! Awe shit! Flames welcome (do be nice flamers, please!) Reviews ya get paid!(yeah right, like I'm just giving money away! If I had that kind of cash I'd be buying my own shit!