Title: Guardian Ghost
Rating: pg13?
Disclaimer: I don't own Max Steel, but I do own my character. Please don't sue or anything, I have little value or possessions. And you wouldn't want the Cat I do have, he'll tell no tales and he'll eat all your ice cream.
Author's note: Alright, this chapter sort of introduces my character, but her appearance is a bit fleeting. She'll play an important role in the story though, and will pop up from time to time from now on. I hope you like this first story and I accept all comments, good and bad. Either way it means someone took the time to actually read one of my stories. Good reading!
Guardian Ghost
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The mission was supposed to be simple, check up on some weird readings in the Artic, then return to base and take some vacation time. Things never do work the way they plan. She knew the fates had set the ball rolling for Doctor Roberto Martinez to die. He was to die in the Artic of exposure, alone, and only eighteen years old. But something in this one's soul was strong, and it reminded her much of the males in her family. So she felt pulled to follow him in her own way, and perhaps intervene fate as she had risked many times before, to save his life.
First though she needed to see how it would play out if he were to die today, then she would decide if it was worth the risk to change his fate and save him. For she knew once she did, a piece of his soul would belong to her forever and this would make her eternally responsible for him in her heart.
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Berto held on to his seat's armrests restlessly as he dozed in ArticKat. He was dreaming very vividly, and the fever he had hid from everyone made the images stranger. He restlessly murmured in Spanish as he dreamed, the sweat sliding down his brow. In his dream he could see . . . .
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Fire from an explosion, a funeral, Max crying and dressed in a tux. He stood over a grave, his breath hitching in sobs as he cried for whomever had died. Then a woman appeared, calling his name. She was petite and had the strangest blue eyes, and her auburn hair streamed like fire behind her. He could feel it brush his cheek as she murmured to him in a language he had heard, but could not recognize.
Then the same woman, this time on a battlefield, her hair in a long braid that reached her ankles, dressed in a dress of midnight blue, astride a horse and wielding a pair of double-bladed swords in battle. A strange mask rested above her head, as if she had pulled it up to see better, and she was riding straight towards him. She raced through the field, a strange battle cry flying from her lips. He saw men part from her like she was a specter of death, a banshee even with her unearthly cry. Then the horse was rearing in front of him as she paused by him and went to grab his wrist. He could feel the strength in her grip as she leaned down to him. "My name is Mercuriana, call me when the time comes," she whispered softly to him. Then she wheeled away and back into the battle, he started to call to her . . . . .
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"Berto?," a voice called quietly, as he opened his eyes to the darkened interior of the ArticKat. Max was leaning over him, his hand resting on Berto's brow, and a frown on his face. "You have a high fever," Max muttered worriedly. "Yeah, I guess I do." Berto answered lamely as he licked his dry lips. He felt hot and achy, and he was very thirsty but slightly queasy as well. He started to ask for something to drink, but Max must have read his mind because he handed him a cool bottle of soda to drink. He took it and thanked Max quietly and then drank it slowly, concentrating on keeping his empty stomach settled.
"Were you sick before we left the base?," Max demanded, his eyes boring a hole in Berto's eyes. "I was feeling a little under the weather," Berto fibbed, not wanting to tell Max that he had been feeling ill for three days. Max narrowed his eyes at the response and turned back to the stuff he had on the console. Turning back to Berto who still had his chair reclined back, he held up a thermos. Berto almost chuckled at Max as he poured a cup of Beef stew from the thermos. Max never was one for the rations of freeze- dried food they issued them on missions and often brought junk food along to snack on. Soup though, he didn't think Max would be one to bring that. "Sure," he said sarcastically as Max practically shoved the cup of soup into his hands.
He sipped it slowly, and grimaced as his stomach complained. He concentrated on keeping the soup down and sipped slowly and determinedly, trying to keep Max fooled on how sick he truly was.
"Hey, Berto, I'm going to start out for that beacon station now. I'll check it out and be back in a little while. You'll be okay, right?" Max questioned.
"Sure Hermano, I'll be fine. Don't worry," Berto answered, trying to be convincing as he smiled at Max. He really didn't feel better, but the mission would only be a few more hours long and then they could back to the base. After that, maybe he would even end up going with Josh on vacation.
"Sure Hermano, get going. The sooner you get back, the sooner we can leave," Berto admonished.
Max looked surprised for a second before he smiled brightly. "Up to another vacation with me?" Max teased lightly, his tone indicating his thoughts on it.
"Yeah Hermano, I'll risk it," Berto replied, "Now get going."
That being said, Berto sat up in the chair and pulled himself out another soda, and raised his chair up. He settled back in, pretending to get comfortable as Max tried to watch him discreetly while he got ready to go out in the cold.
"See you later, bro," he called out as he excited the back on the Snowtracker.
"See ya Hermano," Berto called quietly as he slumped back into the seat, his head swimming irritably. He leaned forward carefully to snag the bottle of Tylenol, from his bag, he had for headaches and shake out two pills. He swallowed them with a grimace, and leaned back in the seat. 'Just a few more hours,' he thought to himself, then gritted his teeth as his stomach cramped viciously.
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Red glaring eyes watched as the hovercraft flew over the slight indentations of tracks. A vehicle had been this way recently, and he and his men were tracking it. It wouldn't do for their little lab to be discovered yet, and since he had been idle for weeks, he was ready for a little fun.
As they cleared the next snow bank, the ArticKat became visible. If his metal face hadn't already been permanently made into a grin, Psycho might have smiled.
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Author's Notes: Well that's it for Chapter one. I should have Chapter two up soon though. All reviews are welcome, kind or unkind. Flamage will be used to fire my kiln, so fire away. Thanks.
Rating: pg13?
Disclaimer: I don't own Max Steel, but I do own my character. Please don't sue or anything, I have little value or possessions. And you wouldn't want the Cat I do have, he'll tell no tales and he'll eat all your ice cream.
Author's note: Alright, this chapter sort of introduces my character, but her appearance is a bit fleeting. She'll play an important role in the story though, and will pop up from time to time from now on. I hope you like this first story and I accept all comments, good and bad. Either way it means someone took the time to actually read one of my stories. Good reading!
Guardian Ghost
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The mission was supposed to be simple, check up on some weird readings in the Artic, then return to base and take some vacation time. Things never do work the way they plan. She knew the fates had set the ball rolling for Doctor Roberto Martinez to die. He was to die in the Artic of exposure, alone, and only eighteen years old. But something in this one's soul was strong, and it reminded her much of the males in her family. So she felt pulled to follow him in her own way, and perhaps intervene fate as she had risked many times before, to save his life.
First though she needed to see how it would play out if he were to die today, then she would decide if it was worth the risk to change his fate and save him. For she knew once she did, a piece of his soul would belong to her forever and this would make her eternally responsible for him in her heart.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Berto held on to his seat's armrests restlessly as he dozed in ArticKat. He was dreaming very vividly, and the fever he had hid from everyone made the images stranger. He restlessly murmured in Spanish as he dreamed, the sweat sliding down his brow. In his dream he could see . . . .
` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `
Fire from an explosion, a funeral, Max crying and dressed in a tux. He stood over a grave, his breath hitching in sobs as he cried for whomever had died. Then a woman appeared, calling his name. She was petite and had the strangest blue eyes, and her auburn hair streamed like fire behind her. He could feel it brush his cheek as she murmured to him in a language he had heard, but could not recognize.
Then the same woman, this time on a battlefield, her hair in a long braid that reached her ankles, dressed in a dress of midnight blue, astride a horse and wielding a pair of double-bladed swords in battle. A strange mask rested above her head, as if she had pulled it up to see better, and she was riding straight towards him. She raced through the field, a strange battle cry flying from her lips. He saw men part from her like she was a specter of death, a banshee even with her unearthly cry. Then the horse was rearing in front of him as she paused by him and went to grab his wrist. He could feel the strength in her grip as she leaned down to him. "My name is Mercuriana, call me when the time comes," she whispered softly to him. Then she wheeled away and back into the battle, he started to call to her . . . . .
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"Berto?," a voice called quietly, as he opened his eyes to the darkened interior of the ArticKat. Max was leaning over him, his hand resting on Berto's brow, and a frown on his face. "You have a high fever," Max muttered worriedly. "Yeah, I guess I do." Berto answered lamely as he licked his dry lips. He felt hot and achy, and he was very thirsty but slightly queasy as well. He started to ask for something to drink, but Max must have read his mind because he handed him a cool bottle of soda to drink. He took it and thanked Max quietly and then drank it slowly, concentrating on keeping his empty stomach settled.
"Were you sick before we left the base?," Max demanded, his eyes boring a hole in Berto's eyes. "I was feeling a little under the weather," Berto fibbed, not wanting to tell Max that he had been feeling ill for three days. Max narrowed his eyes at the response and turned back to the stuff he had on the console. Turning back to Berto who still had his chair reclined back, he held up a thermos. Berto almost chuckled at Max as he poured a cup of Beef stew from the thermos. Max never was one for the rations of freeze- dried food they issued them on missions and often brought junk food along to snack on. Soup though, he didn't think Max would be one to bring that. "Sure," he said sarcastically as Max practically shoved the cup of soup into his hands.
He sipped it slowly, and grimaced as his stomach complained. He concentrated on keeping the soup down and sipped slowly and determinedly, trying to keep Max fooled on how sick he truly was.
"Hey, Berto, I'm going to start out for that beacon station now. I'll check it out and be back in a little while. You'll be okay, right?" Max questioned.
"Sure Hermano, I'll be fine. Don't worry," Berto answered, trying to be convincing as he smiled at Max. He really didn't feel better, but the mission would only be a few more hours long and then they could back to the base. After that, maybe he would even end up going with Josh on vacation.
"Sure Hermano, get going. The sooner you get back, the sooner we can leave," Berto admonished.
Max looked surprised for a second before he smiled brightly. "Up to another vacation with me?" Max teased lightly, his tone indicating his thoughts on it.
"Yeah Hermano, I'll risk it," Berto replied, "Now get going."
That being said, Berto sat up in the chair and pulled himself out another soda, and raised his chair up. He settled back in, pretending to get comfortable as Max tried to watch him discreetly while he got ready to go out in the cold.
"See you later, bro," he called out as he excited the back on the Snowtracker.
"See ya Hermano," Berto called quietly as he slumped back into the seat, his head swimming irritably. He leaned forward carefully to snag the bottle of Tylenol, from his bag, he had for headaches and shake out two pills. He swallowed them with a grimace, and leaned back in the seat. 'Just a few more hours,' he thought to himself, then gritted his teeth as his stomach cramped viciously.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Red glaring eyes watched as the hovercraft flew over the slight indentations of tracks. A vehicle had been this way recently, and he and his men were tracking it. It wouldn't do for their little lab to be discovered yet, and since he had been idle for weeks, he was ready for a little fun.
As they cleared the next snow bank, the ArticKat became visible. If his metal face hadn't already been permanently made into a grin, Psycho might have smiled.
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Author's Notes: Well that's it for Chapter one. I should have Chapter two up soon though. All reviews are welcome, kind or unkind. Flamage will be used to fire my kiln, so fire away. Thanks.