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Err heheh yah, anyway lets get on with chapter 6 here.
Disclaimer – I don't own Chrono Cross. I didn't, I don't, I won't. I own Locke, Drakius and Fire Strike from the story though.
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Chapter 6 – Termina is won, well what's left of it…~~~
"Glenn! What the hell happened to you?" Karsh's gruff voice was heard clear through the evening air as he began towards the young Deva. "You look like shit."
"Me? Have you looked at yourself lately? I wasn't the only one the got to."
Looking down at himself Karsh saw he was covered in numerous gashes and the blood of the enemy not to mention his own. He felt pain shoot up one of his legs making it almost unbearable to stand on and the back of his neck burned with tender annoyance. Releasing a grunt he looked at Glenn once again
"Your, Like, still worse Glenn." Marcy pointed out needlessly
The young soldier nodded slightly as if to agree with the younger Deva. He was indeed worse, the excruciating throb of his muscles and the blooded wounds covering his physique created. His left arm was still useless for he could hardly move it and amongst the fray of the battle he had received an angled slash near his eye, causing a horrible headache. Despite this he went on with no complaints and continued to survey the damage along side Karsh, and Marcy.
Glenn looked over the battle worn ground for survivors. He cringed at the number of Dragoons and civilians lying dead on the blood soaked earth amongst the rubble of Termina and the numerous bodies of the fallen creatures. He shook his head slightly before slowly scanning the horror-stricken faces of the lifeless, hoping to the goddess they were of no one he knew. The soldier's prays were ill answered however as he saw the face of the old woman who sold the flowers at the entrance of Termina.
Glenn nearly faulted when he saw the look of sheer repulsion upon her face while he tried to ignore the fact her lower body had been savagely removed from her upper body. With a sad shake of his head, he placed his hand over her eyes and respectfully closed them before moving on with his inspection.
(What hell.) He thought to himself (These people deserved none of this, what kind of demented psycho path would do something such as this. It's apparent these monsters were being controlled.) The young Deva rolled over the body of one of the monsters to be met with the blank face of a bear-like demi-human. (And what do the Demi Humans have to do with this…) Just then soft crying brought Glenn from his thoughts.
Following the sound, the Dragoon Deva rounded the corner into an alleyway to find a young girl of only 5 or 6 hugging someone lying soundlessly on the ground.
"Sistew, Sistew wake up!" She cried as she hugged and shook the young woman's body.
Glenn couldn't help but feel sorry for the young girl as he stepped farther into the alleyway. "Umm…Excuse me?"
She spun around to look at him, her hazel eyes as wide as dinner plates creating tears, which streamed uncontrollably down her filth covered face. "Mistew, Mistew! Pwease! Hewp my sistew! She-she won't wake up!"
He stepped closer to the little girl and inspected the young woman she was holding onto. Blood had already begun to dry around the deep claw marks across her chest. Looking to the young woman's face, his expression turned downright grim. It was the young girl who owned the element shop, Lisa and it was quite clear to him that she was dead.
Looking to the younger girl he saw her watching him in anticipation. He could see in her eyes she knew something was terribly wrong though he doubted she knew her sister would never be coming back. Kneeling in front of her, he spoke softly "You need to come with me."
"No! No! What about my sistew! What about Wisa! She has to come too!" The little girl looked at him with hope filled and frightened eyes.
"We-" His voice faltered from the sorrow he felt for the little girl "We can come back and get her. But right now you've got to come with me."
She nodded hesitantly and hugged her sister tightly while whispering "Don't worry, I'ww be back sistew." This caused a knot to form in Glenn's stomach as the small child walked over to him. "Wiww yew take carw of me whiwe my sistew sweeps?" The young Deva looked from the small child to her sister then after a long moment back to the child again. He forced a grim smile to his lips before nodding slightly.
"Yes, I'll take care of you while your sister…sleeps."
She smiled weakly at him and wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. He returned the embrace lightly before picking her up, using only his right arm and left the alleyway.
He walked for several moments before hearing a sound off to his left. Turning to look he saw Karsh, Marcy and Zoah running towards him.
"Glenn! There you are! We've got orders too-who's that?"
"She's a survivor Karsh. I found her in an alleyway with her sister."
The older man eyed Glenn "Well then where's her sister?" He received a grim look.
"Sleeping." Was all Glenn could reply, as he watched his fellow Deva's flinch slightly.
"Oh. Uhh. Crap." Karsh rubbed the back of his neck a moment.
After a moment of silence Zoah was the first to speak "GLENN. EVERYONE ELSE HAS RETURNED TO VIPER MANOR. WE HAVE BEEN ORDERED TO CONTINUE LOOKING FOR SURVIVORS."
"Yeah and like Serge too." Marcy spoke as she straightened her dress.
"What?! Serge, of all people, is missing!?!?!"
"Yeah Junior didn't come back after the battle here. Anyway everyone else is heading back to the manor. I think with the state your in-"
Glenn scowled and glared at Karsh "My condition nothing! I'm coming with you to find Serge. Marcy can take the child back to the Manor."
A small cry escaped the little girls lips as she pulled her head off of Glenn's shoulder and looked at him "No! Yew promised yew'd wook afterw me whiwe sistew sweeps!"
Glenn opened his mouth to protest but Karsh cut sharply in."That settles it then Glenn. You promised and a Deva's word is his bond." Karsh grinned slightly in triumph "Off you go then."
Sighing heavily Glenn nodded and turned away from the other Devas as they did so to him. Each went off in their own direction, directing their thoughts to the task at hand.
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~*~ Serge stood in the center of a large room. With a stunning flash of light the room suddenly filled with several familiar bodies, all beaten and lifeless. He took a step back in terror as their faces registered in his mind. Karsh, Glenn, Leena, Zoah and Kidd.
Tears threatened his eyes as he stepped towards the Radical Dreamers lifeless body, fell to his knees beside her and slowly took her up in his arms before bowing his head and allowing his tears to come. After a moment he looked at her face, so young, beautiful, and once full of energy now twisted into a pain filled look and devoid of all life. Lifting his head to look at the roof he released a heart felt cry, angst clear in his voice.
"Kidd! No!"
Looking down at her once again he realized she was shimmering slightly. Confused he shifted her in his arms and as he did she disintegrated into fine dust-like sparks of light. Utterly shocked he jumped to his feet and looked around the room as the other bodies did the same thing.
With horror rising in his heart he spun around the room frantically looking for any signs the bodies had even been there in the first place. As his did so, something caught his eye. Tucked in a dark corner of the room was a near death man propped up against the wall. Hesitantly Serge began towards him and as he drew near began to recognize him.
Silence reined over the dark room as Serge slowly inched his way towards the man. Suddenly he lifted his head and locked gazes with the young Arbiter causing him to stop. The second Serge saw those eyes he knew who the dying man was.
"Your-"
"Chrono Trigger…" The man shifted, holding his arm tightly around his chest while letting out a low grunt "…here you'll need this." He reached up to grab the chain around his neck and ripped it off with a dull snap, holding that hand out to Serge.
The young fighter stepped forward and held his hand out to take the object "What is it?"
Slowly the man opened his hand and dropped it into Serge's awaiting hand. Hesitantly he drew his hand back after the chain and its glowing relic had dropped into the village boy's hand and began to shimmer much as Kidd had earlier.
"It's the Chrono Cross…"
Those words echoed loudly around the large room as the man gradually drifted away into the dust-like light particles. The second he was done fading the light specs of all the bodies began to swirl and shimmer brightly, surrounding Serge, creating a large wind.
Hardly able to stand against the wind Serge planted his feet to the ground as best he could, gripping the Chrono Cross close to his chest. The instant it moved to sit over his heart the wind stopped and in a blinding flash he was surrounded entirely by white.
Confused, he took a step forward. The instant his steel-tipped boots hit the white floor a loud echo sounded from the tap it made.
Chrono Trigger
Serge spun around, instinctively fingering his Mastermune.
Unite…
This time he actually pulled his weapon out in front of him, the Chrono Cross still held firmly in one had.
Unite…All is there
Emitting a low growl Serge spun around again, trying to face what he couldn't see.
Chrono Trigger Uni- The strange voice suddenly burst into a slightly deeper one.
Serge Get up! I don't know what the hell happened to you but snap out of it.
The young warrior blinked in confusion as he looked around the room "Locke?"
Wake up or I'll -
Serge felt himself suddenly being engulfed by a thick fog before a painful feeling struck him, as did a blinding light.
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Blinking heavily Serge sat up. He found this a bad idea for his head throbbed as though someone had struck him with a brick. Suddenly the memories of Termina flooded over his mind and he frowned for he may very well have been struck with a brick.
"Well your alive. Some good news in this shit anyway."
Serge looked up to find Locke in front of him. He couldn't help but notice how beaten up the green-haired man was or the way he favored one leg over the other. Then again, with the throbbing he was feeling at the moment he doubted he looked any better himself.
"Think you over did it though. That last attack you did knocked you flat on your ass. Good thing it killed almost every last one of those things. What do you call that anyway?"
Standing up, Serge groaned slightly and held his head with his left hand before grabbing the Masamune, which was lodged in the ground before him. "Lumnaire."
"Hmm. Remind me to look out for that one." Locke looked around for a moment before continuing on. "Just so you know. Your friends went back to the manor. Survivors too. They left a unit behind to check for trapped victims and you."
Serge looked at Locke a moment "Why aren't you there?"
"Looking for some people."
"Who?"
"Well you and-"
"There you are Mate! Thought I'd have to dig up half of Termina ta find ya."
"Naw," Locke replied casually while facing the direction of the voice "I don't do tunnel work. I'm claustrophobic."
"Ha, smart ass." During this small conversation Serge's eyes had become wide. Very wide. Following the direction of Locke's gaze, he looked to see just in time as a girl, head smaller than himself, with mostly red clothing, blonde hair, a beautifully curved yet strong body and a mischievous look dancing wondrously over her bruised and scratched, yet still lovely face.
"Kidd?"
Serge's voice was quiet, almost as if he was afraid to even hazard to hope against hope it was her. Never the less she turned to look at him, her glimmering sapphire eyes meeting his deep cerulean ones.
A very long, deafening silence filled the ruins of Termina. No one moved or even spoke as even the wind decided to bow to the power the moment. The peaceful silence was shattered however as the gentle crunch of rubble below boots sounded as Kidd slowly walked towards Serge, their eyes still locked. Seconds later she stood directly in front of him, looking up before throwing her arms around him in a heavy embrace. "I finally found ya mate…"
Serge returned her embrace seconds after, holding her gently in his sore arms. "Yeah…yeah you did."
Once again silence reined as the two stood quietly in each other's arms.