***Disclaimer: I don't own Outlaw Star or the characters.
I'm so sorry it took so long to get this chapter up! You see, I don't plan out a story before I type it, I just make it up as I go, so it takes me some time to get something perfect, even though it ends up being everything but perfect. Plus, my computer has been acting up, so I couldn't get to goon it. But I promise to have the next chapter up soon! Please review, and enjoy : )
Chapter Ten
Without knowing, Gene slept the rest of that afternoon and into the late morning the next day. When he woke up, he instantly shot up out of bed like a torpedo from a cannon. He realized he never got to go check on Melfina. He even promised her that he would. He quickly put on his pants and a T-shirt. He stumbled through his room and into the kitchen, where Jim sat at the table, reading a book.
"I'm surprised you finally woke up," Jim said, and glanced at his watch. "It's almost noon, Gene."
"Jim," he said, and grabbed his belt with his gun and ammo off the counter. "I need you to do something for me, all right?"
Jim rolled his eyes, turning the page in his book. "What is it this time, Gene?"
Gene pulled out his spare gun from his belt and tossed it onto the table next to Jim. "I need you to meet me at the Shadow Graveyard at five. Bring extra ammunition and guns. Will you do that for me?"
He looked at the gun and then at Gene. "What's going on? I thought you were done fighting?" He didn't want to hear the answer, because he knew it would be the one he didn't want to hear.
"I'm not so sure if I'll ever stop, Jim," he said, and put bullets into his gun one by one. "And I'm not even sure if I can win this one. Will you help me?"
"Just one thing first," he said. "Is this for the girl? Is it for Melfina?"
Gene didn't look up, he just continued to load his gun as if Jim hadn't of said anything. Once he was finished, he placed it into his holster and looked up at Jim. "Will you be there, Jim?"
Jim sighed and nodded. He knew he couldn't change his mind about leaving. "Sure, I will."
"Thanks, kid," he said, and put his cloak over his shoulders. "I have to go, so I'll see you there."
"Gene," he said, "be careful."
He nodded and left. The truth is, he wasn't sure if he could be careful. He knew it wasn't going to be safe, no battle ever is. He only wanted to protect Melfina from the same fate Hilda had.
Gene ran down the sidewalk, pushing through crowds of people and shopping vendors on the corners. He didn't care that people were shouting and cursing at him, he only thought of Melfina. She was the only reason he kept running strong. She was his reason to live.
He finally reached her apartment building and ran up the several flights of stairs to her apartment. Once he got to her floor, he knocked on the door, but she didn't answer. He went to open the door, but he saw that the door was slightly opened. It was unusual, because Melfina would never keep her door open like that. Something was wrong. He pushed the door open and walked inside.
He stood, stunned. The couches were slashed open with knives, letting the white stuffing to show through. The drawers to her China cabinet and drawers in the kitchen looked as if someone was ransacking through them to find something. "What were they looking for?" Gene asked himself as he walked across the living room floor, stepping on clothes and magazines as he walked.
"Melfina?" he called out, no answer. "Melfina, are you here?"
He walked down the long, dark hallway, but stopped when he heard a noise coming from the bedroom. He quickly pulled the gun from his holster and reached for the door. He checked it see if it was locked-it wasn't-and then kicked the door open.
"Melfina, are you in here?" he asked, moving his gun back and forth. "Melfina?"
He heard a muffled voice coming from the closet. He quickly ran over to it. He turned the knob and it opened, letting him see who was in the closet. It wasn't Melfina, nor was it Harry. It was, of all people, Suzuka. A purple bandana wrapped around her face, covering her eyes and mouth. Her legs were tied together, and her hands were tied behind her back.
"Suzuka?" he said, astonished. "What…are…you…doing…here?" His words were broken, like his heart.
Her head moved up like a dog sniffing something in the air. "Gene?" Her voice was muffled, but he could understand her. "Get me the hell out of here!"
Only, she didn't say hell, if you get the drift. But anyway, understanding the situation, he quickly bent down to untie her hands and feet. "You know, Suzuka, I thought you were too tough to let someone do this to you," he remarked with a sly grin.
She stood up and tore the bandana off her face. She narrowed her eyes at Gene, coldness illuminated in them. "Gene," she said, drawing out her sword, and pointed it to him. "I don't really need your mockery right now, all right? Melfina is gone, and it's all your fault."
"What are you talking about?" Gene asked with shock. "It's not like I handed her over to them on purpose."
"Yeah, well," she said, "you screwed up Gene. Now we have to find out where they took her and rescue her."
"Wait," he said, once she started to walk away. "I-I know where they are taking her."
He did. He knew exactly where they took her. He didn't know how he knew, but he just did. It was like an impulse that ran though his veins.
She stopped and turned to him. "You know where she is?" she asked, raising a brow. "Tell me, Gene."
He sighed. "He has her locked up in the cathedral outside the Shadow Graveyard."
"Where is he?" she asked.
Gene turned. "Waiting for me," he replied, and walked to the front door. He heard her follow behind him. "He wants to fight me, and he just might win."
Suzuka touched his shoulder. "Have faith, Gene. Only you can change your destiny."
He didn't answer; he just kept walking until he was outside of the apartment building. He stood on the last step, staring at the clock on the bank across from him. It said: 4:30. It was time. He wasn't sure for exactly what, but he knew he had to leave.
"Suzuka," he said, his back facing her. "Will you do something for me?"
"It depends on what is it," she replied.
"It's about Melfina," he said. "I want you to go to the cathedral and rescue her. Will you do that for me?"
"What about you, Gene?" she asked, stepping next to him. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to face my destiny," he answered. "If anything happens to me, I want you to protect her."
"I will," she said. "But, Gene…"
It was too late, he was already down the sidewalk before she could even finish. He walked without looking back. He didn't want to look back into the past anymore; he had to worry about the future. It was his only worry.
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Jim packed weapons and ammo in a bookbag that he was going to take for Gene. He had mixed feelings about Gene going to fight Harry. He had faith in him, but when it came down to Melfina, he knew Gene wouldn't care about the risks of danger and defeat. Jim knew Gene could beat Harry, but he didn't know if he could beat his past.
As he packed, there was a knock at the door. He sighed deeply and finished what he was packing, and walked to the door. He opened it, meeting face-to-face with Aisha.
"I'm Aisha Clan Clan, you must be Jim," she said, and barged past him. "Is Gene here, kid?"
He rolled his eyes and slammed the door. "I'm not a kid, all right?" he said, and turned to her. "And no, Gene is not here. He went somewhere, but I don't expect him to return anytime soon."
Aisha shrugged and slouched down on the couch. "I'll wait until he come back," she said.
"He might not come back, Aisha," he said, and walked back over to where he was packing. "He's going to fight someone at five, and I have to bring him guns and ammunition, so as you can see I'm pretty busy. So, I would really appreciate it if you leave."
She quickly shot up from the couch and ran over to him. Her eyes were wide, radiating with astonishment. Her hungry fingers grabbed his shoulders and twisted him to face her. "What do you mean 'going to fight someone?' Was this person Harry by any chance?"
He nodded. "I think so," he said, staring at her in confusion. "Can you please loosen your grip? Your nails are starting to pierce into my skin."
"Yeah…sorry about that," she said, letting go of him. "Where is he fighting? I need to know so I could help him. "
Jim laughed. "What can you possibly do that will help him?"
Aisha put one hand on her hip and the other pointing a finger at Jim. "Don't laugh, boy. I'm a warrior of the Catarl Catarl, and by being that, I'm very powerful!"
He cringed his nose. "Fine, you can come with me."
"Thank you, Jim," she said.
Jim nodded and looked at the clock. It read: 4:47. "Aisha, its time."
She stood and they walked out the building, knowing that they might not see it again.
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Please review so I know you guys still want to read my story!
I'm so sorry it took so long to get this chapter up! You see, I don't plan out a story before I type it, I just make it up as I go, so it takes me some time to get something perfect, even though it ends up being everything but perfect. Plus, my computer has been acting up, so I couldn't get to goon it. But I promise to have the next chapter up soon! Please review, and enjoy : )
Chapter Ten
Without knowing, Gene slept the rest of that afternoon and into the late morning the next day. When he woke up, he instantly shot up out of bed like a torpedo from a cannon. He realized he never got to go check on Melfina. He even promised her that he would. He quickly put on his pants and a T-shirt. He stumbled through his room and into the kitchen, where Jim sat at the table, reading a book.
"I'm surprised you finally woke up," Jim said, and glanced at his watch. "It's almost noon, Gene."
"Jim," he said, and grabbed his belt with his gun and ammo off the counter. "I need you to do something for me, all right?"
Jim rolled his eyes, turning the page in his book. "What is it this time, Gene?"
Gene pulled out his spare gun from his belt and tossed it onto the table next to Jim. "I need you to meet me at the Shadow Graveyard at five. Bring extra ammunition and guns. Will you do that for me?"
He looked at the gun and then at Gene. "What's going on? I thought you were done fighting?" He didn't want to hear the answer, because he knew it would be the one he didn't want to hear.
"I'm not so sure if I'll ever stop, Jim," he said, and put bullets into his gun one by one. "And I'm not even sure if I can win this one. Will you help me?"
"Just one thing first," he said. "Is this for the girl? Is it for Melfina?"
Gene didn't look up, he just continued to load his gun as if Jim hadn't of said anything. Once he was finished, he placed it into his holster and looked up at Jim. "Will you be there, Jim?"
Jim sighed and nodded. He knew he couldn't change his mind about leaving. "Sure, I will."
"Thanks, kid," he said, and put his cloak over his shoulders. "I have to go, so I'll see you there."
"Gene," he said, "be careful."
He nodded and left. The truth is, he wasn't sure if he could be careful. He knew it wasn't going to be safe, no battle ever is. He only wanted to protect Melfina from the same fate Hilda had.
Gene ran down the sidewalk, pushing through crowds of people and shopping vendors on the corners. He didn't care that people were shouting and cursing at him, he only thought of Melfina. She was the only reason he kept running strong. She was his reason to live.
He finally reached her apartment building and ran up the several flights of stairs to her apartment. Once he got to her floor, he knocked on the door, but she didn't answer. He went to open the door, but he saw that the door was slightly opened. It was unusual, because Melfina would never keep her door open like that. Something was wrong. He pushed the door open and walked inside.
He stood, stunned. The couches were slashed open with knives, letting the white stuffing to show through. The drawers to her China cabinet and drawers in the kitchen looked as if someone was ransacking through them to find something. "What were they looking for?" Gene asked himself as he walked across the living room floor, stepping on clothes and magazines as he walked.
"Melfina?" he called out, no answer. "Melfina, are you here?"
He walked down the long, dark hallway, but stopped when he heard a noise coming from the bedroom. He quickly pulled the gun from his holster and reached for the door. He checked it see if it was locked-it wasn't-and then kicked the door open.
"Melfina, are you in here?" he asked, moving his gun back and forth. "Melfina?"
He heard a muffled voice coming from the closet. He quickly ran over to it. He turned the knob and it opened, letting him see who was in the closet. It wasn't Melfina, nor was it Harry. It was, of all people, Suzuka. A purple bandana wrapped around her face, covering her eyes and mouth. Her legs were tied together, and her hands were tied behind her back.
"Suzuka?" he said, astonished. "What…are…you…doing…here?" His words were broken, like his heart.
Her head moved up like a dog sniffing something in the air. "Gene?" Her voice was muffled, but he could understand her. "Get me the hell out of here!"
Only, she didn't say hell, if you get the drift. But anyway, understanding the situation, he quickly bent down to untie her hands and feet. "You know, Suzuka, I thought you were too tough to let someone do this to you," he remarked with a sly grin.
She stood up and tore the bandana off her face. She narrowed her eyes at Gene, coldness illuminated in them. "Gene," she said, drawing out her sword, and pointed it to him. "I don't really need your mockery right now, all right? Melfina is gone, and it's all your fault."
"What are you talking about?" Gene asked with shock. "It's not like I handed her over to them on purpose."
"Yeah, well," she said, "you screwed up Gene. Now we have to find out where they took her and rescue her."
"Wait," he said, once she started to walk away. "I-I know where they are taking her."
He did. He knew exactly where they took her. He didn't know how he knew, but he just did. It was like an impulse that ran though his veins.
She stopped and turned to him. "You know where she is?" she asked, raising a brow. "Tell me, Gene."
He sighed. "He has her locked up in the cathedral outside the Shadow Graveyard."
"Where is he?" she asked.
Gene turned. "Waiting for me," he replied, and walked to the front door. He heard her follow behind him. "He wants to fight me, and he just might win."
Suzuka touched his shoulder. "Have faith, Gene. Only you can change your destiny."
He didn't answer; he just kept walking until he was outside of the apartment building. He stood on the last step, staring at the clock on the bank across from him. It said: 4:30. It was time. He wasn't sure for exactly what, but he knew he had to leave.
"Suzuka," he said, his back facing her. "Will you do something for me?"
"It depends on what is it," she replied.
"It's about Melfina," he said. "I want you to go to the cathedral and rescue her. Will you do that for me?"
"What about you, Gene?" she asked, stepping next to him. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to face my destiny," he answered. "If anything happens to me, I want you to protect her."
"I will," she said. "But, Gene…"
It was too late, he was already down the sidewalk before she could even finish. He walked without looking back. He didn't want to look back into the past anymore; he had to worry about the future. It was his only worry.
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Jim packed weapons and ammo in a bookbag that he was going to take for Gene. He had mixed feelings about Gene going to fight Harry. He had faith in him, but when it came down to Melfina, he knew Gene wouldn't care about the risks of danger and defeat. Jim knew Gene could beat Harry, but he didn't know if he could beat his past.
As he packed, there was a knock at the door. He sighed deeply and finished what he was packing, and walked to the door. He opened it, meeting face-to-face with Aisha.
"I'm Aisha Clan Clan, you must be Jim," she said, and barged past him. "Is Gene here, kid?"
He rolled his eyes and slammed the door. "I'm not a kid, all right?" he said, and turned to her. "And no, Gene is not here. He went somewhere, but I don't expect him to return anytime soon."
Aisha shrugged and slouched down on the couch. "I'll wait until he come back," she said.
"He might not come back, Aisha," he said, and walked back over to where he was packing. "He's going to fight someone at five, and I have to bring him guns and ammunition, so as you can see I'm pretty busy. So, I would really appreciate it if you leave."
She quickly shot up from the couch and ran over to him. Her eyes were wide, radiating with astonishment. Her hungry fingers grabbed his shoulders and twisted him to face her. "What do you mean 'going to fight someone?' Was this person Harry by any chance?"
He nodded. "I think so," he said, staring at her in confusion. "Can you please loosen your grip? Your nails are starting to pierce into my skin."
"Yeah…sorry about that," she said, letting go of him. "Where is he fighting? I need to know so I could help him. "
Jim laughed. "What can you possibly do that will help him?"
Aisha put one hand on her hip and the other pointing a finger at Jim. "Don't laugh, boy. I'm a warrior of the Catarl Catarl, and by being that, I'm very powerful!"
He cringed his nose. "Fine, you can come with me."
"Thank you, Jim," she said.
Jim nodded and looked at the clock. It read: 4:47. "Aisha, its time."
She stood and they walked out the building, knowing that they might not see it again.
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