Disclaimer: I do not own Zoids or anything besides a mutt dog and a stupid cat. Wish I did though.
Author's Note: I hope you like the fanfic so far. I wish I didn't have to type this. Oh well, here goes nothing.
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Ages: Cold Fire- 17
Ravin (hottieJ )- 18
We last left our intrepid young heroes in the desert. They were having a nice little chat getting to know one another. Awwwweeee, ain't (yes, I know that is not a word, really you people, just because I live in Arkansas!) that cute.
NOW
THE FIREFOX READILY PRESENTS: PROPHECY OF THE ZOIDS
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"I cannot be blamed for your ignorance."
She said those words with such cold assuredness that Ravin could really believe everything she said. Cold Fire, he thought, is an accurate description of the girl. I sure would hate to be the victim she was hired out to, um, dispatch. Yes, Cold Fire does describe the girl quite well.
"Well," said Ravin on an inspiration, "when are you going to give me that history lesson?"
The sides of the girl's mouth turned up, giving her face a mordant grin. So he wants to see Cold Fire's flames, does he; thinks he can control me? Well I will have to dispel that allusion. Anyway at the least it will be good to see how much my power has withered since my sleep.
"Okay," she said in a deceivingly compliant tone of voice. "You wanta see me in action, fine. I promise you this though- once I start there is no stopping till I have burnt myself out: till I have satisfied my hunger.
"And if you have as good as a rep as you say," Cold Fire smiled condescendingly, "I just might impress you and all without a Zoid."
As the girl talked, she moved towards Ravin. Her movements reminded Shadow of the way a bombastic puma would walk, not afraid of anything. It reminded Shadow of a creature, who had long ago ceased to exist.
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They had finally arrived at a military base. It belonged to the Republic and was medium in size and personnel. The base was strategically located in the desert where trade caravans where known to pass. However the base was not a good example of a clean base. Security had been stepped up a bit, since the near by villagers had noticed their teenage daughters were missing. It had only been a few a first, but now more and more girls were disappearing.
"That base will do for the re-emergence of Cold Fire, don't you agree?" observed Ravin sarcastically. The last few weeks had been hard on Ravin, well; let's just say that the Genosaurer does not accommodate two people comfortably. She did not talk to Ravin unless he asked her a question directly, not that Ravin really wanted to talk much. The icy silence that surrounded her was just unnerving at times.
It also ruffled Ravin's feathers that the girl seemed to prefer the company of Shadow to his own marvelous self. His organoid did have a fascination with the girl. Worse part of it was the fact of Shadow obeying some of Cold Fire's commands. Whenever the he and Cold Fire got into an argument on whose turn it was to go get firewood or sleep outside it usually ended up with him, Ravin going out to get the wood or whatever. Just what did Shadow see in this girl that he would follow her around like a sick zoid? (a\n-remember there are no longer any puppies on the planet ZiL ) wondered Ravin.
Cold Fire jumped out of the Genosaurer and looked around the vast wasteland that surrounded her. It was a dreary sort of place just sand and gray low hung clouds.
"I will wait till dusk before I begin."
"My Genosaurer can attack at any time of the day or night," replied Ravin wanting to cut Cold Fire down. The girl was just so DAMN cocky; she thought she was more 'efficient' then Shadow and he. How she was going to destroy the entire base without a Zoid was beyond him. And why had Shadow brought this arrogant girl to him.
What was worst still was Cold Fire's characteristic to never get provoked. No matter how he baited her, she never responded. She, on the other hand, knew how to bait Ravin. No one else knew who to ruffle Ravin's feathers quite as well as she did.
As if reading Ravin's thoughts Cold Fire retorted "I wish to eat and rest from being cramped up in that zoid of yours. And I will destroy that base in the time it would take you with using a zoid."
"My way is more efficient simply because without a zoid no one can easily identify me. Even you, Ravin, must admit that anyplace where there are people around, you are easily identified because of your Genosaurer," Cold Fire explained in a solemn tone, which was normal for her.
"I will have no such handicap. I also don't actually have to go into the camp to lay waste to it: I simply have to be within eye's range since I haven't seen this base before," went on Cold Fire in a toneless voice. "Since I don't actually have to get near the base, no one will no who was the anarchist."
Ravin could not help but wonder at her. She had always seemed so sure of herself and powers. He smiled at the thought of her failure; it would shut her up fast enough.
"But now we must eat and in order to eat we must have some firewood to cook the food," said Cold Fire with an evil smile. She knew how much Ravin hated to go get firewood ever since she had "accidentally" broken his portable stove after overhearing him tell Shadow how stupid he thought she was. It serves Ravin right thought Cold Fire he should not talk so loud if he is going to tell secrets.
"And if I remember right it is your turn to collect the firewood." said Cold Fire with Shadow nodding in agreement.
Ravin frowned at the prospect of trying to find enough firewood for supper out in the desert. He was about to argue the point that he distinctly remembered going to get the firewood last time, but decided against it. Last time he sent her and Shadow (like he could have stopped Shadow, he was so besotted with the girl) to go out in search of firewood he ended up going hungry for hours, till, he got fed-up and went to look for her. Cold Fire had taken Shadow on an errand that should have taken only fifteen minutes at the least-NOT five hours! And not wanting to admit it to himself, he was getting worried about the girl. It turned out she and Shadow had found some wild berries by a pond. After she had eaten her fill, she and Shadow went swimming in the crystal clear pond. After thoroughly exhausting herself in the water, she found a nice place for a nap. She didn't have to fear anything happening to her with Shadow guarding her while she slumbered. The worst part was Shadow not letting him, his master, wake the girl up. Ravin figured Cold Fire was not even sorry for it to this day.
Cold Fire smiled to Shadow at the sight of an angry Ravin stomping off into the desert in search of firewood; it would probably take him hours (she smiled even more at the thought). That should learn him to question my intelligence within earshot.
"So Shadow, does the Genosaurer pick up any good radio stations?"
"Rrrrooaaarrr" (Not only that but digital cable too).
"You sure know how to work a girl, Shadow," said Cold Fire. "Do you think Ravin would go for installing an a\c unit in the Genosaurer?" ********************************Evening***************************************
Cold Fire walked over to a ledge, her boots slightly making clicking sounds against the damp stone of the ledge. She looked out over the entire base. She saw all the men scurrying about the base; she suffered no pains of guilt thinking about killing those people. It reminded her of drone bees buzzing about the hive only to die the next spring. Breaking her train of thought about her up-coming job, she looked beyond the base into the horizon. The horizon used to mean something to her, used to symbolize new promises her innermost soul whispered. Not anymore it, like life, held or meant nothing to her.
She turned her head to stare back at Ravin, as if measuring him by some unknown standards. Giving him a smug, detached smile Cold Fire turned back her attention to the army base. If she found in him what she was looking for, he certainly could not figure it out from her actions. She looked up to the empty horizon and noticed the sun was setting.
"As the sun sets so will the lives of all who reside in the base."
She lifted her face up to the setting sun, pleading to it not to run away. She spread her arms out to the setting sun. Her silhouette looked like a dark cross. Dusk began to spill over the land like death upon the human soul.
She spread her awareness out across the land. She was AWARE of everything from Ravin's thoughts to the exact number of dust particles in a given corner of the base. Her awareness slowly spilt over the land like the night falling. She let her being overflow to every notch and curve within the base. She could have said was everything was located within the place. She could have told Major Fisher where he left his other black sock, but that was of no consequence now. She felt the lives of the people that lived there. She felt the lusts of the men, and the terror of the lost girls. She simply was.
Cold Fire then reached within her soul, her innermost-self for her namesake. Most people have a heartfire that burns within their soul. The heartfire gives off empathy and compassion as its flames. It allows one to love, to be human. Her heartfire was truly cold. She felt no compassion or empathy toward anyone save her own well being. She wasn't even remotely human in this state. It is state she felt nothing, love or hate, joy or sorrow. It was a tiredness of the soul. It was emptiness. It was a hunger that burned and never could be satisfied. Cold Fire stood outside of herself looking in at her. A sad smile crossed her lips at the frozen flames burning where her heartfire should have burned. Her face was unused to showing any emotion. It was just so much easier to be cold than alive. She stepped into the frozen flames of her soul. Meshing her being with the cold fire of hunger for turmoil. Becoming one with it. Being the cold fire, so she truly was Cold Fire.
Cold Fire harnessed her power and…
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Ravin had begun to doubt if anything was going to happen. She had been standing with her arms stretched out to the sun for a while now. Maybe all she said was just talk, but she had given the impression of her powers being real. Just then as the sun retreated behind the horizon, he felt a rush of something he had never felt before. He didn't know how to explain what he felt.
"Rrrrooooooaaaaaaarrrrrr" screamed Shadow as the power flooded over the land. His senses seemed to tingle at the arrival of the power. He hadn't felt such in a long time. *****************************************************************************
It was building up in her. She was losing control of it. It was becoming too powerful to control. The recesses of her mind were screaming with terror. Just a little longer she thought. An uncontrollable hunger for destruction was building up in her. Concentrate.
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Ravin suddenly brought his attention back to Cold Fire. Her hair was starting to rise in the air as if surfing on the power that was radiating from her. She was the source of all this thought Ravin.
She turned her head back to stare at Ravin, again still searching for something and undecided about the same thing. The sight of her eyes took Ravin back. Arctic inferno reflecting within the dark drown crevasses horrified Ravin to the core. An alarm arose out of Ravin at the sight of such capability for merciless destruction (a\n: I mean even he had his limits).
Then suddenly the temperature dropped at least fifty degrees. Everything became dead quiet. The cold fire suddenly exploded into the air and was let lose at the base. Whatever dam had been holding it back had broken. Both Ravin and Shadow could fell the endless craving for chaos that came from the power. It flooded over everything within a mile. The earth shuddered with the energy; something like this had not been born for centuries. It was almost unnatural in the present day and time. It tore through the walls of the base, and ripped through the mountains as if it were passing through a thin sheet of ice. It was a rabid with desire for anarchy. The power consumed everything, which showed the remotest signs of life. It ripped life away from everything with bloody fang, though with each kill it only became more ravenous. Nothing was safe from the cold fire. The base did not even know that the beast was upon it till everything, man and zoid alike was dead. It would not have mattered anyway thought Ravin. There is no defense for that.
Everything, save Ravin and Shadow, within a mile radius of the base simply ceased to exist.
Cold Fire began to regain consciousness as her eyes focused on the obliteration she had caused. She had almost killed herself. She smiled at the irony- to be consumed by your own soul. A part of her told her she was stupid to have pushed herself so far. The hard part had not been fueling the destructive power, but getting it to spare Shadow and Ravin. It had taken more control then she had surmised. Well she had always been one for and entrance. Zi had better remember its history lessons if it wanted to survive.
She didn't care. Those people did not mean anything to her. A sardonic smile crossed her lips.
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"Dr. D" cried military personnel. "Another freak attack has occurred. This time at the Dragon's Head Base."
"Where there any survivors?" asked Dr. D. Even before he finished asking the question he knew what the answer would be.
"No."
It was the same answer every time. Countless lives had been lost and there was no way to identify just how many. Nothing ever remained save for the building themselves. The buildings were usually in pretty good shape, yet hollowed out. No zoids, people, or computers- nothing remained save the stone. Yet the buildings were not the same, they looked like mere specters of their former selves. It made him tremble to look at them. The bases were never rebuilt or restocked. The military leaders gave impressive excuses for not doing so, but Dr. D knew the truth. Everyone was to shaken to return to the place where death had been let lose.
He had been called in to invent some sort of device to alert bases of the attack. Even with all of his ancient Zoidain knowledge, he hadn't been able to identify the source of the attack. He hadn't hitherto been able to find a pattern to the attacks, except that they all occurred at sunset. The destruction was not solely limited to just the base either. Ill placed villages and unfortunate people in the wrong place at the wrong time were also caught by the death hound. He placed his head in his hands and shook his head with sorrow for all those people
Van, Fiona, and Thomas Shubaltz walked in the room.
"One of the satellites was able to pick up this picture from the Dragon's Head base attack. I thought it might help you identify the source of the attacks," said Thomas.
He uploaded the information from the computer to reveal a startling image. It portrayed a blacked haired boy, a black organoid, a Genosaurer, and a strange girl.
"Ravin," hissed Van, "I should have known he was behind this. Look he has taken some girl hostage, too." (Van's not to bright is he)
"Wait," said Thomas.
The girl stared toward the base as the sun was setting. She raised her hands to the sun. A breeze seemed to be playing with her hair: it was a sweet sight. But, the strange thing was Ravin's hair was still. Just as the sun crept behind the horizon, merging the land with darkness, the girl threw back her hand and head. An insane laughter rose up from the girl: Shadow roared in unison. Suddenly everything was no more, save the afore mentioned group.
The room was taken back by the display.
"Is she the source?" asked Thomas.
"It would seem so," answered Dr. D amazed. In his entire life, he had never seen, no imagined in his wildest nightmares, anything like this.
"It was what I thought," replied Thomas. "But exactly what is she?"
"I don't know," said Dr. D coming out of his thoughts.
"Do you think she could be an ancient Zoidain?" asked Van.
"I doubt it," sighed Dr. D, "in all my research I have never came across anything mentioning a hint of such power. Whatever she is she is truly powerful. I suspect that there is no defense to be invented for her."
"No she is not Zoidain," said Fiona in a haunted voice. "She is something out of a history before my time."
The group silently returned their attention back to the monitor. The girl was now speaking to Ravin.
A sardonic smile crossed the girl's lips as she turned to face Ravin.
"I told you I was just as good as you and your Genosaurer."
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Author's note: How do you all like it so far? I know it is somewhat slow but I hope to speed it up in up coming chapters. Please review. I will take any and all suggestions I know that this chapter was somewhat boring but the next should be better (I hope). Sorry it is taking so long b\n chapters but school is winding down and I am still playing catch up in some of my classes -thinks of chemistry and shudders-. It is kinda funny to think that I willingly go to purgatory each day. You would think I would learn. NEway tell me what you think and a BIG thanks to all those who reviewed. You all don't know how good you made me feel. I'll be seeing ya.
