A/N: Thank you to ALL my reviewers… ur encouragement is totally making me more determined to continue with the fic. Thank u all SOOOOO much!!! ^__^ So happy!! So this is what they say real joy feels like.. *stars in eyes*
Repliez –
*: Rahne? Ooh.. sounds like a challenge!! [Pietro style].. actually, I'm not all that confident in myself.. -.- But I'll try!! In fact, u've just got me pretty curious as to how she'll turn out too… Yepz, I'll have to come up wid something!! In the future chpts tho…
--sylver_rain
The Clydesdales
Chapter 7: Pegasus and The Unicorn
Remy turned and looked into the large glass dome. Two horse-like creatures stood inside, seemingly weak and tired. But as disheveled and tousled as they looked, they were both beautiful and magnificent on their own way.
Angel, a beautiful ivory Clydesdale with long blonde hair and snow-white wings protruding from his back, had a chain connected to a shackle around his left rear ankle. He was tugging at it, obviously very displeased with it.
Across Angel was Spyke, a chocolate brown horse with short platinum blonde hair. However, there was no unicorn appendage to be seen. Spyke stood there, breathing heavily, but standing tall and firm.
But what Remy was most wary of were the metal collars around both the Clydesdales' necks. They were the same type of collar Quicksilver had back at Deht's.
"May the Battle… BEGIN!" The commentator yelled. Cheers rang throughout the entire soundproof stadium.
The mechanically controlled cuff was unlatched from Angel's ankle, but the now-freed Clydesdale made no movement whatsoever.
Spyke was just as motionless as Angel, and both the Clydesdales stood there, staring at each other. If he had known any better, Remy would have thought they were communicating.
The crowd was starting to get impatient, and Remy could see the Clydesdales' owners sitting at the front rows. Parrie and Harrisford. They both seemed to be getting slightly annoyed at the inactive Clydesdales, and Remy saw Harrisford, Angel's owner, give a slight nod to one of his servants.
The servant nodded back, and pressed a button on a remote control. This was followed by the sound of electricity, and Remy saw Angel cry out in pain, falling onto his front knees. Spyke shuffled in alarm, letting out a disapproving snort.
When Spyke did nothing else, the servant pressed the button again, and Angel neighed shrilly as sparks flew from his neck.
"Come on!" Someone from the crowd yelled, "We wanna see some action!"
Spyke seemed angry, yet very unsure or what to do. The mahogany Clydesdale had to make a decision soon. The servant was about to press the button again when the choice was made and Spyke stomped his foot.
A golden brown horn shot out of his forehead, and the audience cheered madly. Remy watched in horror as Angel stood up, confusion and puzzlement evident in his eyes.
Spyke responded by swinging his head, shooting out the horn. Angel dodged in time, and another spike replaced the previous one on Spyke's forehead. When Spyke fired again, Angel had no choice but to spread his wings, and he took to the air. The crowd half gasped half cheered as Angel rose ten feet off the ground, flapping his albatross-like wings. Spyke grunted and sent a few more thorns flying. Angel skillfully dodged them, but unlike Spyke, he had no offensive capabilities to counter Spyke's attack.
Remy could have sworn that Spyke was intentionally missing. Most of the fired spikes were sticking out of the two-inch thick glass pane behind the Winged Clydesdale.
But this couldn't keep up for long. Remy decided that it was about time he made a move. He made his way amongst the mass of people toward the servant with the remote, and once he got there tapped on the servant's shoulder.
"Excuse me, Mon ami, would you mind telling Gambit where my grandma is?" The servant raised an eyebrow in bewilderment and replied, "I'm sorry, I wouldn't know who your grandmother is…"
Remy pretended he hadn't heard, and kept talking whilst pulling the servant away from Harrisford's sight, "You see, Gambit had followed her to this gambling den and now, she had thrown up all over her nice new dress and she said she be going to a toilet to clean up. It was gross… Gambit remember seeing some corns and peas and…"
"Uhh… I'm not really sure I want to hear what your grandma had for lunch…" The servant seemed to be getting a little sick, but Remy continued, "But when Gambit go look for her, Gambit can't find her…"
"Sir," The servant seemed to be getting annoyed and a little creeped out by him, "I really don't know who or where your grandma is, so please, I'm sorry that I can't help you. Now I'm sure there's nothing else, right?"
Remy shrugged and said, "Well, you can help take something for Gambit."
The servant looked pretty relieved that Remy was off the 'grandma' topic. "Take what?"
"This!" Remy yelled before knocking the servant out with a single punch in the face. "That was too easy…" Remy mumbled to himself before taking the remote from the servant's belt.
He found an 'unlatch' button and jammed his finger onto it.
Angel was taken by surprise when the collar dropped off his neck, and the crowd looked at each other in bafflement while Parrie and Harrisford looked at each other in horror.
When Spyke saw that the collar was off Angel, he sent a whole round of spikes jutting out from his neck, ripping his collar into pieces. Quite suddenly, two bull-like horns sprung out from either sides of the unicorn horn on his forehead, and he turned toward Parrie and Harrisford, who were gaping in fear behind the wall of glass.
Spyke backed up a little, then charged straight at the two men.
The sound of a solid crackling noise echoed over the screams of the crowd, and Remy stared in disbelief as a long silver line of a crack shot up and across the glass semispherical dome. The glass wall looked like it was weakened, and the terror-stricken Parrie and Harrisford stared with open mouths at Spyke who was backing away again. When Spyke charged and accurately hit the same spot, the thick glass gave way, sending glass splinters flying all over.
Spyke discarded the now blunt horns, and signaled for Angel to escape. Angel landed and galloped out of the dome with Spyke in the lead.
Although the crowd was scrambling around in disorder, Remy gave two loud whistles, and Quicksilver appeared before him. He climbed onto the Clydesdale's back, and once Spyke and Angel noticed another of their kind, he ordered Quicksilver to go for the exit. Quicksilver sped over to the door, and with a powerful kick, sent them flying off their hinges.
They waited for both Spyke and Angel to charge through the crowd, and then the group tore through the dark passageway, Quicksilver not using his super speed in order for Spyke and Angel to catch up.
The Speed Clydesdale appeared to have excellent memory, as after what seemed like countless turns and corners, they finally came to the opening in which Remy and Quicksilver had entered from.
However, the door was closing, and by the time they reached the top of the stairs, the dull beam of daylight which was shining in before a few seconds ago disappeared, and the mechanical hatch was locked tight.
Angel and Spyke neighed in panic, and the sound of an approaching mob was distinctly clear from behind them.
Remy hopped off the Silver Clydesdale, and walked in front of the hatch. He placed his hands on them and his eyes turned a dull red. He began channeling kinetic energy into the hatch, and after a few seconds, the entire metal cover was glowing orange.
"Duck!" He yelled, and they retreated down the stairs. A loud explosion vibrated the stadium, and a heat wave almost pushed them all off balance.
But the hatch was finally open and so they raced out, further away from the shouts and screams they heard coming from below.
They tore out of the stadium, putting as much distance as they possibly could between the unstable structure and themselves.
They finally came to a stop, Spyke and Angel panting heavily, and they collapsed next to a river.
Remy clumsily sat on the floor, spreading his legs out, he himself breathing heavily too.
"Well, that was exciting." He grinned at the Clydesdales.
End of chapter 7
A/N: Oohz!! Important question peepz!! Do u think I should do parts of the rest of the fic in some of the Clydesdale's POV? So it's kinda what's in their head, and they can kinda talk to each other and all that in horse language or wadeva?? Cuz constantly being in Remy's POV may get boring… u may wanna know what the Clydesdale's thinking, no?
Review and tell me wad u think?? I really need to know b4 I write the next chappie!!
