In The Darkness, A Cherry Blossom Falls
By VFgirl
Sorry that this chapter took so long to get out. I'm having my finals right now, and I'm kind of a perfectionist when it comes to these stories, and I wrote, rewrote, and tweaked it quite a few times to make sure it turned out just right. (
Been reading the reviews, thanks for the encouragement, it's been great. And regarding that pink katana thing- I thought her katana was pink- right? * puzzled look * I don't really bother to follow the comics, but I thought her katana was pink. Oh well. Although you're right. The color is rather incongruous, isn't it? (
Oya, forgot to write that whole copyright thing. Not making any $, blah blah blah. And there's one line that I got from the latest Elektra- Wolverine graphic novel that I loved so much, I just had to put it in here. So that's not mine either.
Chapter 1
The person he was supposed to ferry had arrived just 5 minutes after 10. Lt. Jamie Patterson had just gotten back from flying the entire night, and he'd been about ready to change out when his commanding officer had come in, ordered him to get back out to his Black Hawk and fly some operative out to a top secret location some distance away. Irritated and annoyed, he pulled his helmet back on and headed out to the helipad. He wanted to get back home, take a good long shower and get into bed. Life as a helicopter pilot was hard enough without having to bother with last minute escort flights for stupid James Bond wannabe agents on who knew what missions to save the world.
He climbed into his pilot's seat, strapped in, and turned around, about to order his passenger to do the same, when he caught sight of her and did a double take. Not wanting to be rude, he turned back around, started up the engine and they were up in the air. Unable to help himself, he turned his head around to glance yet again at the girl behind him.
She was sitting delicately on the edge of her seat, the wind snatching at the deep indigo hair that had been tied into a loose braid. The commander had informed him that he was to fly an operative out to a certain location, but he certainly had not expected to see somebody like, well, her. She was not dressed in a military uniform, but a severe looking black jumpsuit that concealed much of the curves that he was sure were underneath those layers of cloth.
He started to rack his brain for something to say. He had to strike up a conversation. This was just too good an opportunity to pass up. Perhaps she was a little tall, and perhaps a little too broad across the shoulders, but her face was to die for, and her indigo hair seemed to catch the light, and then to destroy it.
Psylocke watched the young lieutenant fluster, faintly amused with the whole situation. It was not necessary for one to be a telepath to realize that he wanted to chat her up, but was too shy to do so. Memories rose in her mind, memories of a life she had led ages ago. Feeling a wave of nostalgia and a pang of sadness, she gave in to a moment of weakness, and her thoughts went back to a time when she would have given an arm and a leg to have a boy this flustered over how to talk to her.
She wondered what his reaction would be if he discovered that she was only 16. That was enough. She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind. Time to set the stage for her exit.
"You had better pay attention to flying the helicopter before you crash and kill the both of us." She teased the pilot. Her voice was not raised one notch, and yet Patterson had absolutely no problem hearing her over the constant churning of the helicopter blades. One did not merely hear her voice, one felt it as well. It was rich and velvety, but at the same time, tempered with the crispness of her British accent.
Utterly mesmerized, he stuttered out the first answer he could think of. "Y- yes, Madam."
All was going according to plan- so far. "How old are you, Lieutenant?" She asked, making small talk.
"Erm. 20, Madam."
She leaned forward, letting her warm breath brush the back of his neck. "It's Miss, Lieutenant."
His hand shook as his concentration wavered, and the nose of the helicopter took a sudden dive. He quickly brought the copter back up, shaken and shivering. He swallowed. "Yes, Miss."
She moved closer, leaning forward some more. "Concentration wavering, Lieutenant?" He was unaware of Psylocke looking over his shoulder at the radar screen, and mentally noting their current location.
"Erm. No, Miss." He gulped down some more air, body shaking and perspiring from his nervousness and arousal.
"Good. I wouldn't want to have your military career going down the drain in just one night." She purred. Her arm was reaching out to the side, and her hand was slowly working to unlock the door, and then to undo the seatbelt buckle.
She was just about ready to leave, when she took one look at the poor sweating Lieutenant, and, for the first time in what seemed like eons, she felt for the poor Lieutenant, and took pity on him. It was rather upsetting, having to be manipulated this way. On impulse, she reached forward, and gently grasped his chin in her hand. Turning his face to hers, she kissed him, gently, on the lips.
Goodbye, Lieutenant. She whispered into his mind.
She then opened the door, and she felt the wind grab at her, the strong push of the air like an invisible hand at her back.
"Goodbye." Murmured Patterson. Then he snapped back to reality. "Wait- Goodbye?!"
Psylocke gave herself to the wind, and leaped out into the night.
A few seconds later, she landed lightly on the ground in the middle of the forest. Working quickly, she shed the heavy black jumpsuit that she was wearing, revealing the modified gi that she was wearing. High necked, it was cut off at the shoulders and high on her hips, allowing her maximum freedom of movement, while the intact sleeves and leggings remained, allowing her to keep warm.
Cocking her head, she paused for a moment, then walked out of the small clearing, and found herself at the edge of a deserted road. She spotted a sign not far away, and walked over to it.
WELCOME TO BAYVILLE.
"Very well then. Operation: Remnants had begun."
By VFgirl
Sorry that this chapter took so long to get out. I'm having my finals right now, and I'm kind of a perfectionist when it comes to these stories, and I wrote, rewrote, and tweaked it quite a few times to make sure it turned out just right. (
Been reading the reviews, thanks for the encouragement, it's been great. And regarding that pink katana thing- I thought her katana was pink- right? * puzzled look * I don't really bother to follow the comics, but I thought her katana was pink. Oh well. Although you're right. The color is rather incongruous, isn't it? (
Oya, forgot to write that whole copyright thing. Not making any $, blah blah blah. And there's one line that I got from the latest Elektra- Wolverine graphic novel that I loved so much, I just had to put it in here. So that's not mine either.
Chapter 1
The person he was supposed to ferry had arrived just 5 minutes after 10. Lt. Jamie Patterson had just gotten back from flying the entire night, and he'd been about ready to change out when his commanding officer had come in, ordered him to get back out to his Black Hawk and fly some operative out to a top secret location some distance away. Irritated and annoyed, he pulled his helmet back on and headed out to the helipad. He wanted to get back home, take a good long shower and get into bed. Life as a helicopter pilot was hard enough without having to bother with last minute escort flights for stupid James Bond wannabe agents on who knew what missions to save the world.
He climbed into his pilot's seat, strapped in, and turned around, about to order his passenger to do the same, when he caught sight of her and did a double take. Not wanting to be rude, he turned back around, started up the engine and they were up in the air. Unable to help himself, he turned his head around to glance yet again at the girl behind him.
She was sitting delicately on the edge of her seat, the wind snatching at the deep indigo hair that had been tied into a loose braid. The commander had informed him that he was to fly an operative out to a certain location, but he certainly had not expected to see somebody like, well, her. She was not dressed in a military uniform, but a severe looking black jumpsuit that concealed much of the curves that he was sure were underneath those layers of cloth.
He started to rack his brain for something to say. He had to strike up a conversation. This was just too good an opportunity to pass up. Perhaps she was a little tall, and perhaps a little too broad across the shoulders, but her face was to die for, and her indigo hair seemed to catch the light, and then to destroy it.
Psylocke watched the young lieutenant fluster, faintly amused with the whole situation. It was not necessary for one to be a telepath to realize that he wanted to chat her up, but was too shy to do so. Memories rose in her mind, memories of a life she had led ages ago. Feeling a wave of nostalgia and a pang of sadness, she gave in to a moment of weakness, and her thoughts went back to a time when she would have given an arm and a leg to have a boy this flustered over how to talk to her.
She wondered what his reaction would be if he discovered that she was only 16. That was enough. She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind. Time to set the stage for her exit.
"You had better pay attention to flying the helicopter before you crash and kill the both of us." She teased the pilot. Her voice was not raised one notch, and yet Patterson had absolutely no problem hearing her over the constant churning of the helicopter blades. One did not merely hear her voice, one felt it as well. It was rich and velvety, but at the same time, tempered with the crispness of her British accent.
Utterly mesmerized, he stuttered out the first answer he could think of. "Y- yes, Madam."
All was going according to plan- so far. "How old are you, Lieutenant?" She asked, making small talk.
"Erm. 20, Madam."
She leaned forward, letting her warm breath brush the back of his neck. "It's Miss, Lieutenant."
His hand shook as his concentration wavered, and the nose of the helicopter took a sudden dive. He quickly brought the copter back up, shaken and shivering. He swallowed. "Yes, Miss."
She moved closer, leaning forward some more. "Concentration wavering, Lieutenant?" He was unaware of Psylocke looking over his shoulder at the radar screen, and mentally noting their current location.
"Erm. No, Miss." He gulped down some more air, body shaking and perspiring from his nervousness and arousal.
"Good. I wouldn't want to have your military career going down the drain in just one night." She purred. Her arm was reaching out to the side, and her hand was slowly working to unlock the door, and then to undo the seatbelt buckle.
She was just about ready to leave, when she took one look at the poor sweating Lieutenant, and, for the first time in what seemed like eons, she felt for the poor Lieutenant, and took pity on him. It was rather upsetting, having to be manipulated this way. On impulse, she reached forward, and gently grasped his chin in her hand. Turning his face to hers, she kissed him, gently, on the lips.
Goodbye, Lieutenant. She whispered into his mind.
She then opened the door, and she felt the wind grab at her, the strong push of the air like an invisible hand at her back.
"Goodbye." Murmured Patterson. Then he snapped back to reality. "Wait- Goodbye?!"
Psylocke gave herself to the wind, and leaped out into the night.
A few seconds later, she landed lightly on the ground in the middle of the forest. Working quickly, she shed the heavy black jumpsuit that she was wearing, revealing the modified gi that she was wearing. High necked, it was cut off at the shoulders and high on her hips, allowing her maximum freedom of movement, while the intact sleeves and leggings remained, allowing her to keep warm.
Cocking her head, she paused for a moment, then walked out of the small clearing, and found herself at the edge of a deserted road. She spotted a sign not far away, and walked over to it.
WELCOME TO BAYVILLE.
"Very well then. Operation: Remnants had begun."