HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO EVERYONE!!! I got a valentine today! And it was from the girl I wanted to! *dances around*
Pyle: he's pretty excited, hes never gotten a valentine before. Arigatou Kevin T Rodriguez and Roberto! Thanks for the reviews!
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Mag was awakened by the clock that sat on a desk near the side of his bed. Linear lay asleep on his chest. His vision slowly came into focus. Everything appeared to be just as he had left it. He gently picked up Linear and lay her down on the bed in a different spot, then he stepped off and slipped on some clothes.
He reached under the bed and hauled out his cyframe and goggles. They were just like he had left them. He picked up the cyframe first, and held it towards his shoulder. It automatically snapped into place. Then he reached down and put snatched up his goggles, carelessly putting them onto his head. He picked up another bundle of clothes and tossed it to Linear, who had just woken up a moment ago.
"Good morning Mag" she smiled warmly.
"Good morning Linear" he replied. "We better get ready. The 8th Imperial Army is out for blood. I think we are gonna have to leave town"
Linear gave him a shocked expression. "Why?"
"Because I punched the Admiral through a brick wall, and because they seem to be particularly interested in capturing you" he sighed.
Linear sighed too. She stepped off the bed and slipped on her clothes to. She turned around to face him. "So where should we go to?"
"I dunno. Someplace far away. We may even be chased off of this continent. We'll have to leave Gre and Pepper here, I don't want anything happening to them that they don't need already. He walked over to the wall and flipped a switch. Light flooded through the room, replacing the dim darkness of the nightlight that had been on a moment ago.
"You trying to blind me?" Linear complained.
Mag ignored her and went over to the door. He opened it a peek and looked out. Three soldiers, all lined up in a row. Mag gasped involuntarily and shut the door quickly.
"They're already here!" he hissed.
That got Linear's attention. She stood up and trotted over to where Mag was and pressed her ear against the door. She could hear them talking to each other. Her face turned white.
"If we take them out fast and hard they'll never know what hit em" suggested Mag. Linear nodded and prepared to jerk the door open so Mag could rush out and whack the soldiers.
The door flew open. Mag flashed outside. The soldiers were too surprised to put up any real retaliation. Mag's fist skyrocketed towards them and they were all suddenly sent off their feet and rolling down the steps behind them. Since they were all in a line it had been easy to get rid of them with one good and solid punch.
Mag beckoned her to come outside, then walked down the stairs. She followed him. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they immediately rushed back up. Dozen's of 8th Imperial Army soldiers came running up the steps. They had probably heard the scuffle and that caused quite a commotion.
"I heard something over there! Let's go check it out!" yelled one of the soldiers, charging forward with his rifle out.
Mag looked around for a hiding place. His eyes scanned the room, searching left and right, back and forth, up and down. Nothing. Mag swore under his breath, then pushed Linear back into their room and followed her, then he shut the door and locked it. It wouldn't take them long to blast through the lock though. Mag swore again, even though it would do no good in their situation.
He rushed over to the window and looked at it. There were several roof tops lined up. They could easily jump to safety. He reached over to a table, grabbed a chair, then looked at Linear.
"Shield yourself from the glass" he said. Then he hurled the chair at the window. It hurtled through the air, twisting and turning at impossible speeds. Mag jumped backwards and braced himself. The chair crashed against the glass.
Mag stared. Instead of the crash of broken glass that he had imagined, the chair had simply bounced off, not even making a crack in it. It had to of been bulletproof for that kind of treatment.
He ran over and slammed his fist against the glass. Mag felt like he had broken his arm. The glass had been harder than he expected, and his fist went faster than he had intended to. Blood splashed from his knuckles.
"Hide" he said quickly. Then he rushed into the nearest door and closed it. Linear slunk into the guest room.
The lock on the door flew off and it opened, slamming against the wall. A soldier stepped in, his metal boots clinking on the wooden floor. They had been given orders to search every room, and such, there was only one soldier in the room at that moment. He looked around, taking in his surroundings, then he walked over to the first door and opened it.
Mag sprang out. His fist shot forward and cracked into the man's head. He fell to the floor, out cold, his mask knocked off. Mag knew that other soldiers would be coming soon, so he had to act fast. He grabbed the man and hauled him over to the window. The he grabbed both of his shoulders, picked him up, and heaved him into the window.
The glass shattered on impact. Razor sharp shards cut through the air and blood splashed on the floor. Mag ignored the pain and tossed the body aside. Then, wiping glass off of his face, called Linear to come. She stepped out with a bewildered look on her face. Mag was covered with glass and smelling of blood, and she looked at him strangely for a moment.
"Come on!" he said. He picked her up the way he usually did, then jumped outside of the window. Linear gave a loud yelp, thinking he was going to commit suicide, until she realized that there was still a roof under there feet. Mag leaped away from the window, knowing that they would see him quickly.
Carrying Linear in the most comfortable position he could manage, Mag ran across the top of the roof. When he neared the end, he realized that he had come to a sudden halt. The other roof was about ten feet away. He realized with a sinking feeling that he might not escape for once.
But he'd be damned if he gave up Linear to the 8th Imperial Army.
"Linear, climb on my back okay? I'm gonna get us across" Linear nodded, climbed on his back in the piggy-back position, then closed her eyes tight, waiting for either the impact of being a red mark on the ground, or landing on the other side.
Mag stepped backwards about ten steps, then, without hesitation, charged forward, running as fast as he could with Linear on his back. When he reached the edge he propelled himself through the air, his legs kicking off of the eave and pushing him forward. He continued to jog in mid-air, as though there was still ground underneath his feet.
The exhilaration of the speed and the air rushing through him from the jump made him enjoy it for a moment. He made himself go farther forward then up. He stretched his hand out, preparing to grab onto the ledge.
And missed. His arms fell about two inches sort. As he fell, he lucked up at roof with a terrified and shocked expression. Then he was on the ground, his chest no longer rising.
Or at least, that is what would have happened had he not been a quick thinker.
As both arms missed, his cyframe reached upwards and grabbed onto the gutter. Mag felt like his whole shoulder had been ripped off. When he hit the end of the cyframe, immense pain ripped through his arm. He nearly let go. But he was saved by his burning desire to keep Linear alive. The gutter snapped off of the top.
Mag gave a loud cry as he swung down towards the street like he was on a rope. The gutter snapped off of the top of the house like a wire. It came out as large chunks bolted to the side of the house, in effect, lowering them to the bottom faster than they wanted. When they reached the ground, Mag's feet went skidding across the street, a shower of sparks flying up and creating a brilliant light show of orange and starburst colored pieces of light.
The street was wet from an overnight rain that caused him to slide over it like water. He let go of the gutter and slammed into a wall of crates, crashing forward and trying to make sure that Linear wasn't hurt. Mag felt a loud crack and a loud snap in his arm filled the air. He cried out in pain as white hot fire seemed to shoot through his arm.
Mag lowered himself to the ground and closed his eyes for a moment. And when he looked up, he was surrounded by several soldiers. Mag was surprised that they didn't just kill him outright. He had dislocated his arm and his cyframe was useless. Maybe they thought he couldn't hurt them. Mag grabbed Linear with his good arm and pressed her close to his body, intending to shield her incase anyone fired.
In a flash silver and a blur of speed, several of the soldiers were suddenly cost all of their hands or legs, and screams filled the air. Mag barely caught a glimpse of something long and silver before he black out as one of the soldiers whacked him across the head with the gun.
The sounds of battle and screams were the last thing that filled his ears before the world became nothing to him.
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When Mag awoke, he heard the sound of a beautiful tune filling the air. It sounded just like when Linear played her Ocarina. His head came up and he looked at it's source. An eighteen or twenty year old man sat away about five feet from him with his back turned. He could barely see a long silver flute in his hands.
"How do you know one of Linear's songs?" he said in an uncertain tone. The he looked across the fire and saw that his cyframe lay across the grass.
He closed his eyes for a moment, tensing himself up, then he leapt upwards and jumped over the fire. He grabbed his cyframe and slapped it onto his shoulder, then he turned to face the other person.
"So, how about showing me where Linear is?" he said threateningly.
The man simply turned around and looked at him. "Don't throw your life away"
Then as quick as lightning a sword was in his hand. In less than a second, the cyframe went flying off of Mag's shoulder and clattered near a tree. Mag cried out in pain and clutched his shoulder. Then he stared at the man with a shocked expression. How could he disarm him so easily? And how did he know just where to strike?
The man leaned back against the tree, then stood up, putting himself in full view of Mag. Then suddenly, two silver colored metal wings appeared on his back, stretching out for about eight feet in either direction. His cyframe. Much like the one Chain used to have.
Mag gasped and simply stared at him with a shocked look in his eyes.
He couldn't believe who he saw now. He had not seen him for about twelve years.
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MAJOR CLIFFHANGER!! Ha Ha. I guess you couldn't see this coming, eh?
Who do you think it is? If anyone can guess, I will mention them in my fanfiction later! You have one hint: it's a relative.
Pyle: For once he said something legit. Yes, if you can guess who it is, you yourself will become a character! Put it in a review. That is...if I get any reviews.