"TRIO!" Was all that Trio heard from her companions as she was pulled along
with the frightened crowd. Trio struggled as hard as she could to get out
of the mush, but to no avail. As she was swept back toward the back gate,
Trio saw some people working their way over to the side before grabbing
onto something and escaping.
Trio pushed and pulled herself along the fronts and backs of the terrified Turks, finally getting to the edge. As Trio reached out in anticipation of the bar she would grab, a hand shot out of the alley and pulled her out. The grip was strong. Another hand grabbed her other arm and pinned her against the wall. The person stepped into the light.
It was an older Turkish man about 5'8" tall. He towered over Trio, who was only 5'2". He had dark brown messy hair and he had a dangerous, wild look about him. Trio met his eyes with as much courage as she could. He stared into her eyes; it made her uncomfortable so she looked as his garbs. He wore a simple robe, but what made her worry was the sword and a knife at his belt.
"Who, who are you?" Trio asked.
"It's not as important as who are you?"
"I'm no one of importance and of no value to you."
"What makes you so sure?"
"What doesn't?"
"Answer my question!" He lifted off his arm to slap her, and that's when Trio kicked him in the nuts and bolted down the alley. 'I've got to find the others! Wait, I've got the communication line. Sheesh, I'll never get use to it. Shinna! TREY!' No one answered. 'HEY! Can anyone hear me?!' Still no one answered. A sound behind her made her stop and glance. The man was chasing her, despite his obvious pain. He also had his knife drawn.
Panic filled Trio's heart. She couldn't transform here in front of this man and she wasn't sure she was strong enough to fend him off.
'Deathscythe!' She cried, 'HELP ME!'
'Think booster!' Trio did, and she felt her body surge with energy. It also pushed her faster than she was used to and she cried as she crashed to the ground, hitting her head.
Before Trio could come to her senses and jump to her feet, the man was atop her, holding her legs down. Her arms were trapped underneath her stomach. His knife reached around her neck.
"I'm not giving you a chance to answer this time, I'm just going to kill you."
"Please, stop," Trio begged.
"Maybe if you hadn't kicked my balls I might have given you a second chance."
With a fierce determination, Trio replied, "Then you give me no choice," and willed her wings out, cutting her shirt to shreds. The man went flying against the wall. Trio stood up. "You will be silenced, permanently." She willed a small scythe into her hand.
The Turkish man was too frightened to move. Trio reached him and squeezed his cheeks until his mouth open. The man's tongue willingly stuck out; he seemed to know that it was either his tongue or his life. Grabbing his slimy tongue and with one quick motion, Trio cut it off. The tongue-less man cried out and ran off, leaving his knife behind. Sighing, Trio retreated her wings through her torn shirt into her tattoos.
"You made me do it, you know." Suddenly, pain flared through her neck and Trio dropped to her knees. Trio reached up to her neck, where she felt a warm, sticky liquid flowing. Pulling it down into her vision, she saw it was blood. 'He must have cut my neck when I pulled out my wings. Damn him.' Trio reached around to her back, knowing there would be a strip of cloth between her shoulder blades; but the pain was so great, Trio could only sit on the ground next to the knife and await her next obstacle.
Trio's sight got hazy but out of the corner of her eye she saw a smaller man approach her. Despite the pain, Trio picked up the knife and stood up holding it in a defense position. Standing up so quickly made the G-Alloid dizzy and she swayed, nearly falling down. The man rushed forward and Trio made a few swipes at him, which he avoided.
Trio slashed again, but she was so dizzy he easily avoided her aim again. Swinging again, Trio flung too far and lost her balance. But before she could hit the ground, the young man caught her. He gently pulled the knife out of her hand and sat her down next to the wall, now splattered with blood from both her and the attacker a few moments ago.
"Calm down, you'll hurt yourself."
"Won't YOU hurt me?" Trio muttered. The boy blinked in confusion.
"Is that why you were trying to spill my blood as well?" When Trio didn't answer he laughed. "I guess that's how you got hurt." He looked onto the ground, where Trio had flung the man's tongue and he paled. "Guess you took care of him. Hmm, must have got ya before you got to him." He shook his head and continued his rambling, "Anyway, I'm Aka Issen."
"That's not a very Turkish name," Trio replied.
"It's not. A long time ago a Japanese man came to my village outside Ankara. I was fighting with another boy and I beat him to a bloody pulp and he said I fought a 'bloody battle'. So when my village was destroyed I took that name in honor of that man."
"That's a kind thing to do, the name that is, not the fight."
Aka shrugged, "When someone insults your mother, what can do but teach them a lesson? But we shouldn't be worrying about that right now, you're injured."
"How bad is it?"
"Just a cut on your neck. Luckily, it didn't cut a major artery or vein, but it did cut one, I think. Here," Aka put his head under her arm and helped her up, "let's get you to a doctor."
Trio struggled to stand on her own and when she finally got up (with Aka's help), tried to walk off.
"Where do you think you're going?" Aka asked irritably.
"I've got to find my friends, I got separated from them, I've got to find them."
"You're in no condition to wander about. Let's get to a doctor and then I can go find them."
Trio shook her head, "I must find them, I've got to go." Trio struggled against Aka, but she was no match for him in her present condition.
"I'm not letting you go anywhere until we at least get this patched up."
"Must, find, friends," Trio muttered as she collapsed unconscious into Aka's awaiting arms.
"Sleep well, Trio Hawk."
Trio pushed and pulled herself along the fronts and backs of the terrified Turks, finally getting to the edge. As Trio reached out in anticipation of the bar she would grab, a hand shot out of the alley and pulled her out. The grip was strong. Another hand grabbed her other arm and pinned her against the wall. The person stepped into the light.
It was an older Turkish man about 5'8" tall. He towered over Trio, who was only 5'2". He had dark brown messy hair and he had a dangerous, wild look about him. Trio met his eyes with as much courage as she could. He stared into her eyes; it made her uncomfortable so she looked as his garbs. He wore a simple robe, but what made her worry was the sword and a knife at his belt.
"Who, who are you?" Trio asked.
"It's not as important as who are you?"
"I'm no one of importance and of no value to you."
"What makes you so sure?"
"What doesn't?"
"Answer my question!" He lifted off his arm to slap her, and that's when Trio kicked him in the nuts and bolted down the alley. 'I've got to find the others! Wait, I've got the communication line. Sheesh, I'll never get use to it. Shinna! TREY!' No one answered. 'HEY! Can anyone hear me?!' Still no one answered. A sound behind her made her stop and glance. The man was chasing her, despite his obvious pain. He also had his knife drawn.
Panic filled Trio's heart. She couldn't transform here in front of this man and she wasn't sure she was strong enough to fend him off.
'Deathscythe!' She cried, 'HELP ME!'
'Think booster!' Trio did, and she felt her body surge with energy. It also pushed her faster than she was used to and she cried as she crashed to the ground, hitting her head.
Before Trio could come to her senses and jump to her feet, the man was atop her, holding her legs down. Her arms were trapped underneath her stomach. His knife reached around her neck.
"I'm not giving you a chance to answer this time, I'm just going to kill you."
"Please, stop," Trio begged.
"Maybe if you hadn't kicked my balls I might have given you a second chance."
With a fierce determination, Trio replied, "Then you give me no choice," and willed her wings out, cutting her shirt to shreds. The man went flying against the wall. Trio stood up. "You will be silenced, permanently." She willed a small scythe into her hand.
The Turkish man was too frightened to move. Trio reached him and squeezed his cheeks until his mouth open. The man's tongue willingly stuck out; he seemed to know that it was either his tongue or his life. Grabbing his slimy tongue and with one quick motion, Trio cut it off. The tongue-less man cried out and ran off, leaving his knife behind. Sighing, Trio retreated her wings through her torn shirt into her tattoos.
"You made me do it, you know." Suddenly, pain flared through her neck and Trio dropped to her knees. Trio reached up to her neck, where she felt a warm, sticky liquid flowing. Pulling it down into her vision, she saw it was blood. 'He must have cut my neck when I pulled out my wings. Damn him.' Trio reached around to her back, knowing there would be a strip of cloth between her shoulder blades; but the pain was so great, Trio could only sit on the ground next to the knife and await her next obstacle.
Trio's sight got hazy but out of the corner of her eye she saw a smaller man approach her. Despite the pain, Trio picked up the knife and stood up holding it in a defense position. Standing up so quickly made the G-Alloid dizzy and she swayed, nearly falling down. The man rushed forward and Trio made a few swipes at him, which he avoided.
Trio slashed again, but she was so dizzy he easily avoided her aim again. Swinging again, Trio flung too far and lost her balance. But before she could hit the ground, the young man caught her. He gently pulled the knife out of her hand and sat her down next to the wall, now splattered with blood from both her and the attacker a few moments ago.
"Calm down, you'll hurt yourself."
"Won't YOU hurt me?" Trio muttered. The boy blinked in confusion.
"Is that why you were trying to spill my blood as well?" When Trio didn't answer he laughed. "I guess that's how you got hurt." He looked onto the ground, where Trio had flung the man's tongue and he paled. "Guess you took care of him. Hmm, must have got ya before you got to him." He shook his head and continued his rambling, "Anyway, I'm Aka Issen."
"That's not a very Turkish name," Trio replied.
"It's not. A long time ago a Japanese man came to my village outside Ankara. I was fighting with another boy and I beat him to a bloody pulp and he said I fought a 'bloody battle'. So when my village was destroyed I took that name in honor of that man."
"That's a kind thing to do, the name that is, not the fight."
Aka shrugged, "When someone insults your mother, what can do but teach them a lesson? But we shouldn't be worrying about that right now, you're injured."
"How bad is it?"
"Just a cut on your neck. Luckily, it didn't cut a major artery or vein, but it did cut one, I think. Here," Aka put his head under her arm and helped her up, "let's get you to a doctor."
Trio struggled to stand on her own and when she finally got up (with Aka's help), tried to walk off.
"Where do you think you're going?" Aka asked irritably.
"I've got to find my friends, I got separated from them, I've got to find them."
"You're in no condition to wander about. Let's get to a doctor and then I can go find them."
Trio shook her head, "I must find them, I've got to go." Trio struggled against Aka, but she was no match for him in her present condition.
"I'm not letting you go anywhere until we at least get this patched up."
"Must, find, friends," Trio muttered as she collapsed unconscious into Aka's awaiting arms.
"Sleep well, Trio Hawk."