~*~Author's Note~*~
Dammit! I'm getting a little pissed off at my characters. They keep wanting
these cool cliffhanger endings, and it's getting on my nerves. I'm tempted
to kill them all.see how they like that. * Ciel smacks Narn, while Voler
cracks his knuckles menacingly, Audace shakes his head sadly, and Trice
just grins in the background* ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'll let you write the
story! YEESH! See what I mean about them writing the story? These guys are
a little more real than they may seem-I just wish they'd let ME try my hand
at writing the story..GRRR. Anyways. Enough of my boring commentary.let's
go see how everyone is doing.may I present, THE FINAL CHAPTER.
Audace and Voler continued their descent through the sky. As Ciel had guessed, yes, the nets had been deployed. Voler and Audace grinned under their helmets, happy that they had netted it. The dragon was struggling-it wanted to catch Ciel more than anything. Fighting hard against the nets, it stopped focusing on Ciel, and began to focus on getting free. The gunner's job was done. With a quick, nearly fluid motion, their guns were back at their sides, and their hands were at their ripcords. With a tug, their parachutes were deployed, and they began to fall down to earth at a now softer pace, no longer concerned with the dragon, but with Ciel.
In the meantime, it was time for Ciel to make a call. Either she pulled her cord now, or hit the ground, dying for sure. She was moving at far too fast a pace to do otherwise. But she had to be sure that the guys had netted it. If they hadn't, she was dead. It was an almost gruesome choice to make, but it was time. The do or die moment had arrived, quicker that Ciel had hoped.
Voler and Audace were descending though the air, parachutes out. They watched for an explosion of white fabric, meaning Ciel had pulled her cord.
"Come on Ciel, come on." Voler whispered to himself. "Pull the cord, girl- come on." Audace's thoughts were on Ciel as well. Both of them worried for her safety. They weren't supposed to get attached to the members of their crew-that was the first thing they were told as soon as they were assigned to a crew. But Ciel was different. She was friendly, bright, and intelligent. She didn't deserve to die-not now. But there was nothing that they could do now. It was all up to Ciel.
Ciel bit her lip, as her adrenaline pumped even more. She had to choose. And with that thought, she did. She reached for her neck, into her jacket. She clasped her dogtags, and with a gulp, knew what she had to do. She was a soldier-she had to be willing to put her life on the line for her cause. Her mind was made up. She released her dogtags, and stretched out her arms. If her chest was open to the ground, she would die faster. A funny thought struck her just then. 20 seconds. She had beat the 17. She grinned, as the ground came within 50 feet. 40. 30. 20. 10. And with that, she was gone.
Audace and Voler saw Ciel's body hurl through the sky towards the ground, and hit the earth with leathal force. They were left speechless. The dragon crash landed in the field, and was quickly taken care of by those on the ground. Voler and Audace landed quickly, and dashed towards Ciel's lifeless body. Voler turned her over, so her face was turned towards the sky. Her dogtags were out of her jacket-she had pulled them out. Audace gingerly removed the tags from her neck, and looked at them.
"Ciel D'Arch 3099346"
He turned the tags over, revealing an inscription on the back.
"Teach me how to fly"
Audace and Voler continued their descent through the sky. As Ciel had guessed, yes, the nets had been deployed. Voler and Audace grinned under their helmets, happy that they had netted it. The dragon was struggling-it wanted to catch Ciel more than anything. Fighting hard against the nets, it stopped focusing on Ciel, and began to focus on getting free. The gunner's job was done. With a quick, nearly fluid motion, their guns were back at their sides, and their hands were at their ripcords. With a tug, their parachutes were deployed, and they began to fall down to earth at a now softer pace, no longer concerned with the dragon, but with Ciel.
In the meantime, it was time for Ciel to make a call. Either she pulled her cord now, or hit the ground, dying for sure. She was moving at far too fast a pace to do otherwise. But she had to be sure that the guys had netted it. If they hadn't, she was dead. It was an almost gruesome choice to make, but it was time. The do or die moment had arrived, quicker that Ciel had hoped.
Voler and Audace were descending though the air, parachutes out. They watched for an explosion of white fabric, meaning Ciel had pulled her cord.
"Come on Ciel, come on." Voler whispered to himself. "Pull the cord, girl- come on." Audace's thoughts were on Ciel as well. Both of them worried for her safety. They weren't supposed to get attached to the members of their crew-that was the first thing they were told as soon as they were assigned to a crew. But Ciel was different. She was friendly, bright, and intelligent. She didn't deserve to die-not now. But there was nothing that they could do now. It was all up to Ciel.
Ciel bit her lip, as her adrenaline pumped even more. She had to choose. And with that thought, she did. She reached for her neck, into her jacket. She clasped her dogtags, and with a gulp, knew what she had to do. She was a soldier-she had to be willing to put her life on the line for her cause. Her mind was made up. She released her dogtags, and stretched out her arms. If her chest was open to the ground, she would die faster. A funny thought struck her just then. 20 seconds. She had beat the 17. She grinned, as the ground came within 50 feet. 40. 30. 20. 10. And with that, she was gone.
Audace and Voler saw Ciel's body hurl through the sky towards the ground, and hit the earth with leathal force. They were left speechless. The dragon crash landed in the field, and was quickly taken care of by those on the ground. Voler and Audace landed quickly, and dashed towards Ciel's lifeless body. Voler turned her over, so her face was turned towards the sky. Her dogtags were out of her jacket-she had pulled them out. Audace gingerly removed the tags from her neck, and looked at them.
"Ciel D'Arch 3099346"
He turned the tags over, revealing an inscription on the back.
"Teach me how to fly"