Radical Dreamers

                             Chapter 2

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Blah blah, Chrono cross doesn't belong to me, blah blah blah

***:means dream

" We were so lonely

   But we had always each other

     To laugh and to cry

  In the end we weren't lonely

  And that's what was important

  The most important…"

Kid awoke from the liquid colored dreams of her mind. They were like a watercolor pictures being drenched slowly by the rain. Reds, and blues slowly mixed in a liquid river of violet that ran like blood over her mind. When she awoke she found herself in her room, in her warm bed full of white laced quilts. Slowly, the morning tears dried out and released it's watery hold on her vision. Great sunbeams slowly pierced through her closed windows, sending flashed of yellow across her wooden floor, making the wooden slabs of her floor glow and sparkle in gold lace.

Kid slowly felt the quilt fabric laced itself around her silk skin, folding itself around her protectively. It was a like a cocoon, like a mother's hold on its child. Kid's gaze sat on the window panel, seeing the golden beams slowly reach across the floor to her bed. Slowly as if it had all the time in the world it seeped across her bed. Crawling like a dove flying through the sky, it sprinkled its sunlight across the pillow to her face. Her golden hair shimmered in gold. As the golden beams reeked its light in her room a sharp pain reeked itself in turn in her body. The pain was like a dagger going through her stomach and being twisted slowly to maximize the pain. Slowly she sat up, slowly recognizing the trail of blood lightly trickled across the floor to her bed. Kid piercing her gaze on her bed sheets noticed that they weren't white anymore, but red, red of her blood. Throwing her sheets away from her body, she noticed the gash. Kid threw a digested expression as the pain swept through her body. The panic was the first thing that sprang into her mind. The panic of seeing her own blood on the sheets, the panic of seeing the gash in her stomach and the panic of knowing that she had no idea how she got it. It felt like a dream a dream that she would wake up of any minute. As the pain continued to ravish her body, her panic became to great, with swift feet she ran, almost danced like to the bathroom. She could feel the cold wooden floor beneath her feet as she floated off the ground.

She reached sight of the bathroom form across the hall, and soon her protective shield came up in her mind. The shield that gave her confidence and courage. That hides her sadness and childlike fear. The shield that she had brung up many times before in her adventures across the plains of her adventures. The cold liquid water that sprang from the fosset brought relief to her aching hands. Slowly as the cool refreshment of water seeped through her clammy skin, she started to clean her wound. Slowly she put pressure making sure she wouldn't lose any blood.

       Panic sprung in her mind as she remembered that she hadn't known how she got the wound.

       She slowly cleaned out the gash, noticing a black sphere, a bullet.

       She didn't know how she got her wound. She searched her mind but came out with nothing.

       With expert figures, and the notion that she knew this wasn't the smartest course of action, dug her figures in her gash, slowly and painfully taking out the bullet, leaving a trail of blood form the bullet to her body.

       All she remembered was that she had completed her mission of getting a priceless jewel for one of her clients, a client that had supported her living arrangements since she had arrived.

       Putting the blood soaked bullet in the sink, she started the cleaning process again.

       The client that needed her mastery of thievery abilities for his own purposes wasn't a man that she thought was very honorable. He certainly wasn't mature. To get her on a mission to steal back a jewel that he had from his opponent that was obvious was a fake wasted her time. She knew much about political power and scheming plans, and she knew that her client made a move using her the night before was to further exploit his opponent.

       Slowly she pierced her skin with a needle and started her work on giving herself stitches, which she had experience.

Her panic slowly subsided as her memories that seemed so far away came back to her. She had forgotten what had happened to her the night before. She knew she had succeeded but how did she get the wound? Her memories were slowly coming back to her but to forget a memory form such a short time ago was frightening her. She had tried so many times to gain back her memories of her past, the memories of her adventures. To forget something like last night made her panic, making her feel as if she was slowly having her memories slip away form her figures.

She gave herself a bandage treatment and tighed it tight, and she put fresh cloths and started to fill out a bucket of cool, crisp water.

 Kid felt a surge of pain reek through her body, it felt like a dagger had ripped through her stomach and was slowly twisting to maximize the pain. It felt so familiar, it felt like déjà vu. All this was getting her more agitated and fearful, making her mental shield slowly fall apart. So many questions and answer were still up in the air for her, right out of reach like shining stars.

       Before her mental shield collapsed and she would lose control she picked up her bucket and started her work to clean the blood off the floor. This job would take her mind out of things and might give her release to her tortured life.

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The building was high and flashed in light as the sun kept its steady track across the sky to fall in the pits of the horizon. People everywhere were walking and talking, having their lives fly by like the wind. Serge kept his pace even and spread out. His business suit shimmered blue in the distance. His hair strands slowly bounced as he walked, imitating the waves of the oceans he gave steady gazes to people passing by. Silently his cell phone trembled, vibrating as his call was sent to him. Picking his phone with expert hands he snatched the lid and his eyes trailed the floor.

As the phone buzzed with a sound of a voice, he started to smile.

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Kid had been walking a long time in the light of the sunset. It was blood red and had spread its rays across the glass buildings and shimmering cars. Blood gold glitter trailed its kisses across the edges of windows and steel. Kid had delivered her client the fake black relic. She steadied her pace, and soon her mind had wandered of to her   missing memory, and the fact that she had never meant her client personally.

Her feet started to wander off to the bad part of town where booze, prostitutes and parties rang in the air. She had not noticed where she was going and had not registered any of her locals in her mind. Her mind fell to the time when a call came up to her late in the night, demanding her services, her abilities; giving her a deal she could not refuse. She had become a professional thief like when she was part of the Radical Dreamers, back in her pass. She took the job, and the deal of giving her living arrangements. A deal that she had not regretted yet.

Her steps slowly muted as the steady humming of a club near by rang through the air. Kid's thoughts fell in darkness as she walked aimlessly.

KaBOOOOOOM!!!

Kid's head threw back as a huge explosion of light rained down form the sky. Huge fireworks flew in the air as music and laughter flew in the air. The club was loud with life and washed through her in a glaze of life. Lights in every colour sparkled down as the multicolored fireworks started to spread and rain down around her, making her forget. A steady smile flew on her lips as she felt the sparkly kisses of the fireworks as her spine tingled in excitement Blinking lights were everywhere and people were dancing everywhere. Slowly, Kid walked up to the club gates, crowded in an ocean of people, squirming to get in. People were brushing together, making friction between their bodies. Kid pushed herself through to the top of the line.

"Miss, I don't thin….." The guards were interrupted with Kid walking right through them.

With speed they grabbed her arms, but the sharp gaze and smirk that came form her lips stopped them short. Slowly Kid came up to the larger of the two and pressed her lips to his ears. Seconds later the guard released her having a pale white glow to his face.

Kid walked into the club, hearing music being blasted in the background. People were dancing, touching and breathing hard. Lights grazed through the crowed making them look like a single organism. Subconsciously kid started to move her hips in tune to the music. Light beams kissed her body, having her skin twinkle in different colors. Her arms gracefully moved in tune with the music, her bosoms moved with the beat. Her golden hair was no longer blond but a multitude of colors that grazed through its strained as the multicolor of the club spreaded like wildfire through the crowed.

Kid started to move faster as a green light filled her skin with a glow of green.

***Her blade flew form her hands as the power of her arms flicked through eh air. Slicing the air with sharp precision, it flew towards the guard. The bullet rang through the air, barely touching the shimmering flying blade. They passed each other between the two figures.***

Kid contained to dance, flailing her hands even more, as her hair sliced through the air feverishly. A yellow beam of light sprinkled on her.

***Droplet of red sprinkled on the floor, as the bullet skinned Kid's side as she dodged, ripping the top layer of her body slightly. He had a bad aim.***

Kid's bosom danced with the beat, as her eyes closed. Her long legs twitched in tune with the music, shimmering in orange as the light pierced through the air, making her muscles sparkle in excitement.

***Kid rolled on the ground to see her dagger fly through the air, hitting its mark. With great aim, the blade skinned the man's hand and hit squarely the gun, which bounced on the floor. Flash of white glittered from the gun as the reflection of the moon shined on it.***

Kid had forgotten herself as her feet moved rhythmically, having her waist twisted and turn and bouncing her hips to side to side. Blue lights flickered through her hair strands.

***With speed she ran towards the man, like a deer and kneed him in the stomach, continued her flow with a high kick, all this as inflicted while she was in the air. Bouncing to her soles she grabbed the man by the shirt.***

Kid was flailing as the sharp pain wrecked through her body from her wound. The lights all turned red at the same time.

***With a click Kid noticed the spare gun in his shirt before she could register it in her mind.***

Kid's wound started to bleed.

***A splash of red blood and a piercing screech from the gun rang through the area, as Kid grimaced as the pain shot through her. Her hair bounced across her head, while her golden strands briskly touched her face.***

The pain got to her.

***With a sparkle in her eyes, she looked in her attackers eyes and smiled.***

Kid sharply stopped dancing.

***"Your not getting that bloody treasure…"

        With that Kid sprung in the air in a handstand above the man, having her hands having a hold on his collar. Her body shimmered in the moonlight as her traditional ponytail flew around in the air. She stood there for a moment, as if on queue to the moon's disappearance behind a cloud, she swung down in front of him and still holding his collar kneed him deep in the pit of the stomach. He never had time to holler. He fell unconscious to the ground. She would have never killed him.***

Kid ran out the club, leaving a trail of blood behind her. She had found her loss memory. As she ran through the streets to her home to gain her control, she could not help but feel lonely to not have anyone to be with her when she returned home.