The car nearly swerved off of the road as Jet fought to regain control of the wheel. Angry
motorists honked at him but they were faraway noises in his mind.
"Setsuna, does that mean...?"
"He'll be going after Spike, we need to get to the hospital quickly"
Jet needed no more persuasion, he pushed the pedal to the floor sending the car lurching forward
and the engine roaring. Minutes later they peeled into the hospital jumping out of the car and
rushing to Spike's room. Spike slept soundly in his bed as Jet and Setsuna came crashing into
his room.
"Spike, wake up we have to go!" Jet shouted at him
"Jet, wha-" Spike started cut off while being flung over Setsuna's shoulder and carried out of
the hospital. Angry doctors ran shouting after them about the bill.
"I'll pay you some other time!" Jet hollered jumping in the car and taking off with a loud
sqeal of tires.
Accross the street someone laughed, a rather young woman by the looks of twenty or so. She
pushed herself from the wall she was leaning against watching the doctors slowly walk back into
the hospital.
"Well Jet, it was a rather daring move, drawing attention to yourself like that." She mumbled to
herself crawling into a nearby zipcraft that belonged to her. Before starting it up she flicked
a few buttons as a screen lit up on the dashboard.
"Anima Malus entering log, Jet intercepted Spike, he must be growing suspicious of the clan's
activities. I'll follow, maybe interfere for Spike's health." She paused for a moment in
thought, "The issue at hand now is Spike's safety and only that, log finished."
The screen beeped a few times then dissapeared, Anima Sat back in her pilot chair and sighed.
She pulled a rather worn photograph, being handled too many times, from her pocket. A young boy,
about six or seven smiled at her from the picture, he had wild dark green hair and livid brown
eyes. he was holding the hand of someone out of frame someplace bright and far away. Anima
saddly smiled at the picture, she had wished she was there, at that time in the picture holding
the young boy's hand being teh role in his life she was supposed to play. Anima then frowned
and pocketed the picture, no, her past duities to the clan prevented that from happening.
She turned the ignition and pulling away from the curb into the air. She sighed, only wishing
life could be easyer for her and the ones she wanted to be near.
"I'm going to face you Spike...no more hiding"
motorists honked at him but they were faraway noises in his mind.
"Setsuna, does that mean...?"
"He'll be going after Spike, we need to get to the hospital quickly"
Jet needed no more persuasion, he pushed the pedal to the floor sending the car lurching forward
and the engine roaring. Minutes later they peeled into the hospital jumping out of the car and
rushing to Spike's room. Spike slept soundly in his bed as Jet and Setsuna came crashing into
his room.
"Spike, wake up we have to go!" Jet shouted at him
"Jet, wha-" Spike started cut off while being flung over Setsuna's shoulder and carried out of
the hospital. Angry doctors ran shouting after them about the bill.
"I'll pay you some other time!" Jet hollered jumping in the car and taking off with a loud
sqeal of tires.
Accross the street someone laughed, a rather young woman by the looks of twenty or so. She
pushed herself from the wall she was leaning against watching the doctors slowly walk back into
the hospital.
"Well Jet, it was a rather daring move, drawing attention to yourself like that." She mumbled to
herself crawling into a nearby zipcraft that belonged to her. Before starting it up she flicked
a few buttons as a screen lit up on the dashboard.
"Anima Malus entering log, Jet intercepted Spike, he must be growing suspicious of the clan's
activities. I'll follow, maybe interfere for Spike's health." She paused for a moment in
thought, "The issue at hand now is Spike's safety and only that, log finished."
The screen beeped a few times then dissapeared, Anima Sat back in her pilot chair and sighed.
She pulled a rather worn photograph, being handled too many times, from her pocket. A young boy,
about six or seven smiled at her from the picture, he had wild dark green hair and livid brown
eyes. he was holding the hand of someone out of frame someplace bright and far away. Anima
saddly smiled at the picture, she had wished she was there, at that time in the picture holding
the young boy's hand being teh role in his life she was supposed to play. Anima then frowned
and pocketed the picture, no, her past duities to the clan prevented that from happening.
She turned the ignition and pulling away from the curb into the air. She sighed, only wishing
life could be easyer for her and the ones she wanted to be near.
"I'm going to face you Spike...no more hiding"