Chapter 5
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"Wait a minute.....do we even have directions to where we're going??!" Van said in a panic as he climbed into the Blade Liger's cockpit along with Fiona.
"Van...check your computer readout..." Fiona said, pointing to the Blade Liger's main screen.
"Huh? What the? I'm beginning to get a little freaked out now..." Van said, staring at the screen, sweatdropping.
A map with the exact location of the Lunax ruins was flashing onscreen.
"Hmm..Magentia was right, it will take a while to reach this place." Van said, pondering. "We'd better get moving then. Come'on Zeke!" Van said, and Zeke flew up and fused with the liger in a flash of light. The Blade Liger roared and almost instantaneously started moving forward at a decent speed.
"Just follow this road into the Grail Mountains and we should be heading in the right direction, Van." Fiona said.
"Sure thing." Van said. He looked back at Fiona. She didn't even seemed distressed at all. He knew it was a ploy. She was torn up inside, worried about everything. So was he. Van looked at his map. It would take a few days to get there, maybe four at least. Time was against them, they had to hurry.
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They had been on the move for a seven hours already, and twilight had taken over the sky. Fiona and Van were both sounds asleep, Zeke was doing all the piloting. Even though they were asleep, subconciously he appreciated this moment of peace and solitude from their seemingly never ending chain of hectic events in their lives. Hectic was an understatment. It seemed like what keeps happening to them is something out of a bad dream. One event after another. Van thought at least he'd have some time to rest after Crow was defeated. Those plans went up in smoke. His dreams were plagued by these thoughts, causing a peacful yet slightly anxious sleep.
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Erik was sitting on the ground in a small room, seemingly meditating. He laughed quietly to himself. He admired the Sphere of Terror that was resting on his lap.
"So, that fool thinks he can actually stop my plans? We'll see about that. With the power I have nothing can stop me. How brave he is, trying to save the girl. His attempts will be futile. Let's see how they deal with this little distraction......" Erik said.
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Fiona awoke suddenly. She looked around outside. It was dark and She couldn't see anything. That was strange, she could have sworn she heard a noise ouside.
"Van, wake up!" Fiona said to Van, rubbing him on the shoulder.
"Wha?" Van said, trying to ajust himself to being awake.
"Zeke, is there anything out there?" Fiona said to the Liger.
Zeke responded with a roar.
"I guess he doen't see anything." Van said, looking around intently.
Suddenly the Blade Liger rocked as if it were hit by something. Van and Fiona froze in a cold sweat when they heard scream-like noises coming from outside. Zeke turned some lights on the outside of the Blade liger on. They could finally see what was out there. There were shadows with glowing red eyes flying around outside the zoid.
"This....is different" Van said, staring straight ahead.
"Oh my." Fiona said, staring wide eyed out into the darkness.
The creatures began to charge the liger, causing it to rock about back and forth. Van throttled forward at the highest speed the liger could go. It was no use, the shadow creatues kept perfect pace, still ramming the liger.
"Fiona, any clue how to get away from these things?" Van said, trying to keep the liger steady, and firing weapons at the creatures.
The weapons passed right through them.
"Maybe...." Fiona said.
Perhaps it was a plus to have the sphere possessing her soul. She somehow knew these creatures, what they were. It was an advantage the controler of the sphere didn't count on.
"Van, have zeke reinterface the shield with the main electron cuppling from the blades!" Fiona said.
"You heard her!" Van said to Zeke, still running the liger at full speed.
"next turn on the forward lights as strong as you can, passing through the shield! That should intensify the beam of light. Those creatures are weak against strong light!" Fiona said.
Van did so. Instantly the beams of light magnified and tore right through the shadows. They were safe. For now.
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Van stopped the liger out in front of a nearby mountain cave. The liger was running sluggishly, obviously due to damage from the battle.
"Well, we can't fix it untill morning, Zeke needs some rest. We best get some sleep. That cave seems to be safe enough. Common', lets go inside." Van said, leading Fiona into the cave.
The cave lit up thanks to the help of flashlights Van had brought along. Quickly, Van had set up a sparse camp of two sleeping bags and a small fire. Zeke was already resting by the fire, and Van and Fiona had changed to sleep clothes and were laying down in their sleeping bags, staring at the ceiling.
"You feeling ok, Fiona?" Van asked. "How did you know how to beat those things? We would have been goners if you hadn't known how to do that." Van turned his head to look at Fiona.
"It was background information this thing insdide me left in my brain. It understands the workings of that sphere." Fiona said, also turning to look at Van.
"You gonna be Ok?" Van asked, noticing slight tears welling in Fiona's eyes.
"I think so.." Fiona said, staring at the cieling again.
"I know your worried about me, Fiona." Don'e worry. I'll stay alive, and we'll get that thing out of you." Van said, kissing her goodnight on the cheek. Van turned to look at the cieling again as Fiona closed her eyes and slept.
Why do these things always happen to us? Van thought.....
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"Blast her!" Erik yelled aloud in his room, slamming his fist through a table. He hadn't counted on this. He had no idea the little wretch would gain partial knowlege of the sphere from her possession.
He drew beath heavily with anger.
"Just wait little girlie..." He said almost in a whispered tone to himself. "Just wait until your pathetic soul is damned for all of eternity, forced to suffer the torment of you deepest dread and terror......"
That thought cheered him up substantially. He just laughed and plotted for his next move.
Malchus just listened from the other room. Wasn't his friend just going a little overboard with all of this?
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Fiona lay in torment while Van slept peacfully next to her. She was trying to fight it off, but slowly losing ground. It was trying to control her again...she couldn't let it happen now, Van was too defensless...but..it was so strong. Fiona wimpered quietly in her agony. She was past the point of trying to scream to wake Van up. The spirit had taken to far control of her by then. Moans were the loudest noise she could make. She could feel her mind clouding over.
"No.." She groaned to herself. She was slowly losing control...slowly her vision was blacking out..........
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She had awaken in the same state she had been in before, just slightly more aware. It was probably because the struggle had awoken her. The pain was still there, now she could feel it more accutly. She struggled again. More pain washed through every single inch of her body, inside and out to punish her for her uprising. It startled her and stunned her, causing her to lose more ground in her private war for her soul again.
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Fiona slowly got out of her sleeping bag. Her eyes glowed black again, her face expressionless. "She" looked around. She turned on the light ever so cautiously, making sure that Van didn't wake up. The slightest smirk appeared on her once expressionless face. She nodded in satisfaction. It was gaining more control over Fiona. She tried to find some nearby weapon, something that would kill him quickly, so that he wouldn't wake up. She found a knife by the bag of supplies Van had left by the fire. It was the perfect tool. This time Van couldn't fight her off. She walked and kneeled next to Van's sleeping bag. She grabbed the end of it and ripped it off, revealing Van's bare chest. She slowly traced a little circle with the knife around his heart using almost no pressure, leaving no mark. She lined up her strike, this time sure she would succeed.
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Fiona tried struggling with herself again. Sudenly she felt something was dreadfully wrong. Not in her body but in her heart. Van was in danger again...she had to succeed! She fought again with all her will, baring enough pain to knock someone unconscious, but something inside her gave her enough power to resist.
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Fiona slammed the dagger downward
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"No!" Fiona screamed reaching out one last time for control
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Fiona had stopped herself just in time. She through the knife away and tears freely flowed from her eyes onto Van's chest. She fell on top of him, embracing his sleeping body which she had again almost lost. Van opened his eyes slowly, not sure what was going on.
"Fiona?' Van said, dazed.
Van silenced Van by putting her lips up against his. Van quickly figured out what happened despite his head cloudy from sleep. Van wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a deeper embrace, kissing back passionly. Fiona, still crying,, yet now of a mixture of relief and sorrow, also moved her arms around Van and pulled herself closer, deepening the kiss.
After quite a while of passionet embraces and kissing, they reluctantly pulled apart. Neither wanted to leave the other, the steadfast security of the other's arms. Van insisted about them needing sleep however, so they had to.
"I'm sorry, Van..." Fiona said.
"Don't worry, it's not your fault. Sleep well Fiona. I love you." Van said, before leaning his head back onto the ground and drifting into sleep. Fiona, reassured by Van slipped into a dreamless slumber untill they awaoke early the next morning.
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AN: Sorry for the slightly longer than normal wait for this chapter. Enjoy, and please review!