A/N: This chapter is pretty much property of the Red Baroness, seeing as
she wrote 95 % of it. So all credit should go to her. And if you people
haven't read her own stories yet, then you should go read them right after
this, ok. Cause she is an AWSOME writer. Well, with nothing more to say
about myself, then onto the story. Oh . . . and I'm really sorry I haven't
updated in a while! Please accept my sincerest apology!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I will never own Zoids, just my original character!!!
Chapter Seven: Fiasco
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Van stood steadily, knife in hand, and ready to lunge at the enemy. He was so nervous that the sweat fell off of his forehead in beads. He could never remember being this tense about fighting anyone before.
". We'll battle like true assassins. no guns." Ryan's words barely reached Van's ears.
His heart thumped wildly beneath his chest. Though he refused to let it show on his face, Van suddenly wasn't so sure if his assassin skills could get him out of this one alive. After all, he had someone else to protect beside himself. He shot a nervous glance to the blonde girl on his left.
What's wrong with me? I've fought and killed tons of guys like him before. He is nothing.
"Of course, you're no true assassin any longer."
Ryan on the other hand faced his enemy with a smirk on his face. He seemed so poised, so relaxed, and so confident.
"You ready, Flyheight?"
Van nearly choked before he could get the next words out. On the sidelines Moonbay and Irvine watched interestedly while Fiona prayed silently to herself, hoping that Van would scrape by alive.
I've got to get my nerve. I'll never win against this washout if I'm a mental ZOID-wreck.
"Let's set it off," he hissed.
"En guarde!" Ryan leaped forward like a cat knife out.
With better agility, Van jumped out of the way and tried to stab Ryan in the back. For a split second he wondered how much it would hurt to be gored so mercilessly.
Ryan was obviously faster than Van gave him credit for. He jumped, dodging the blade in Van's hand. In a flash he back-flipped over him. Van only caught a glimpse of the dangerous shadow above himself. He tried to dodge.
Really, he tried.
Quick as lightning Ryan deftly struck a blow on Van's shoulder. Crying out in pain, he leaped aside. Once at a safe distance, he clutched his right shoulder and stared at his enemy. Ryan just stood there, grinning scornfully.
I can't believe I just let him touch me! And he wounded me too. What's wrong with me? Why I can't I get my nerve? This guy should be DEAD by now!
And yet. Fiona wouldn't like it if I killed him.
"Now you see why you must die, Van?" Ryan laughed and smiled coyly. "Love makes the heart soft, and a soft heart makes one a worthless weakling. We've no use for the likes of you!"
Van gritted his teeth in both disgust and pain. This guy was difficult.
"Now, let's end it!" Again, Ryan lunged forward like a hunter who'd cornered its prey. He was so fast that his movements were hard to follow.
The wound can wait. I will. end this.
Gracefully Van bounded aside just as Ryan came barreling by with the knife pointed at his heart. He was about to counterattack when and give Ryan a wound of his own when suddenly a loud sound stopped them both in their tracks.
"THIS IS LIEUTENANT THOMAS RICHARD SCHUBALTZ OF THE IMPERIAL ARMY OF GUYLOS!" Boomed a loud voice over a megaphone. "By the power invested in me by the Emperor, his Majesty Rudolph, I now place the both of you under arrest!
The noise was so earsplitting that Van and Ryan could only stare, flabbergasted, at the large Zoid/ tank that was merely thirty feet from them. Standing proudly beside it was a tall man with rumpled dirt-blond hair. In one hand was a megaphone. In the other he held the activator of the Zoid's huge gun.
"Hand's up! Now, don't anybody move!" He commanded. The two assassins still looked shocked, but did as they were told.
"Why should we listen to you?" shouted Ryan, even though he did as commanded.
Van suddenly made his move while Ryan's guard was down. Quickly he struck forward at the enemy's side, blade pointed for his stomach. Ryan saw it coming and tried to sidestep. Van only managed to graze his side.
"Why you little. you'll pay!"
Thomas saw what was going on and snapped, "Hey! I said not to move! I'll shoot! I mean it, I will!"
"No, you won't," said Ryan. He leaped a safe distance away from Van while he gripped his left side. "Your gun's too powerful. If you shoot us, the blast from your gun will also hit." he motioned with his head behind him, "her."
In the background, Moonbay and Irvine suddenly snapped to attention.
"Uh-oh. That means we'll be blasted too," said Moonbay nervously.
"Maybe we should. find a safer place to see the show," suggested Irvine. ". Like. up on that hill over there.
Fiona had heard everything. "No! We can't. I won't leave Van out there alone!"
"Girl, your boy will be fine," said Moonbay
Back towards the tank, Thomas looked stumped. "He. he's right. I can't fire, or I'll harm the package. I should've. seen this coming." He dropped the trigger lamely.
"We should move, seriously," said Irvine. "Whoever that guy is, he won't be able to stop the fighting if we're in danger."
"But. but Van is."
Instantly the fight started up again, distracting everyone's attention. Ryan seemed bent on revenge this time, and in his eyes he looked prepared to kill. Van crouched downward, ready to counter the attack.
The next ten seconds were pure and utter agony to Fiona.
Nimbly Ryan jumped behind Van and landed a high kick just under his neck. Van couldn't avoid it, now could he block it. He stumbled forward, couching and choking from the pain. He had been lucky he didn't pass out from the blow.
"Gotcha!" Ryan proceeded to slash his blade across Van's back.
Blood was smeared on the knife. Van fell forward and rolled on the ground. Panting heavily, he struggled to get back up.
"No you don't." Ryan bounded over in a single leap. Just as Van managed to sit up, he was kicked in the face. Then Ryan took his foot and ruthlessly smashed it into the back of Van's head. His face was buried in the ground.
All of this happened in ten seconds.
"Van!" Fiona's mind raced. I've got to help him! I've just gotta. but how.?
Thomas looked over to the girl who had just screamed. She was his duty. He had been sent over to save her. He thought that this girl would be happy to be rescued. Then why did she care so much about this heartless assassin who kidnapped her in the first place? It just didn't make sense. Worst of all he couldn't even protect her right now. If he fired his tank gun, he'd kill her.
Maybe, if I got back into ZOID, I could move it so that the blast would only harm the assassins.gee, those other two look dangerous as well. but not her. She won't get hurt. What is her name again?
Without warning Zeke appeared. He dived low, trying to knock Ryan away from his master. He succeeded; Ryan hadn't even seen him coming. He fell backwards onto his left side. Right. Where. It. Hurt.
But this assassin had been prepared for this. Ryan reached for his belt pack. Quickly unzipping it he took out a small canister. Zeke circled around to dive back. Ryan was waiting. When Zeke came near, he pushed a small button on the canister and chucked it towards the incoming Organoid.
The canister exploded, covering Zeke in a sticky, damp glue-like substance. It was so damp that sparks flew when it came in contact with Zeke's metallic hide.
Zeke roared weakly before he hit the ground.
"Done with that," muttered Ryan, "Garbezta. Now to finish the job." He got up, turned around, and looked right into the gun barrel of a pistol.
"I agree." Van. He was holding a gun.
A look of what could've been fear crossed Ryan's face.
"I could kill you. right here. and right now." Van took a deep breath. Obviously it had been hard for him to even stand up. His breathing was slow and shallow, but Van looked like the victor.
"I know you're carrying a pistol right now too. But I won't even let you touch it. One more move and its lights out for you."
"You wouldn't," hissed Ryan. "I saw how badly you fought. I saw how many looks you gave that girl. She's a pacifist pantywaist. She can never love a killer."
"Trust me, I think Fiona will forgive this one. After all, she's the one who tossed me the pistol in the first place."
Ryan glanced over to the group of three behind Van. The fair, little blonde panted heavily, as if what she had just done took great courage. The other two wore huge grins on their faces.
"This girl's crazy." Irvine shrugged his shoulders. "She could pass for a pickpocket. I tell you I didn't even feel a thing when she took my gun out of my holster."
Fiona blushed and looked embarrassed.
"See?" said Van. "She doesn't mind." He lowered his voice dangerously. "And if you think one woman can undo years of assassin training, you're wrong." He cocked the pistol.
A gunshot rang out, but it didn't belong to Van. The bullet sailed through the air and hit the pistol, knocking it from Van's hands. Van actually jumped back when that happened; he hadn't been expecting that at all. Ryan had a similar expression of shock on his face.
"Tsk! Imbeciles. Hands up! You've had your fun. And let me say that it is a great pleasure to finally have the upper hand against you, Flyheight."
Van groaned when he heard that voice. Why was he here too? "Okay, okay, Raven. I'll admit. You caught me."
"Humph! It's about time you slipped up, Van. Don't either of you make a move 'cause I don't hesitate to kill as well as any assassin. except for Van. Don't even think about it. because I can smell your fear." Raven cocked his gun again and pointed it at them.
"Hold up!" Thomas jumped out of his ZOID (he had been about to move it) and rushed over to where Raven stood. "Who are you? I can have you arrested for intervention of the police and for carrying a gun without a license!"
Raven didn't even flinch. He just stayed stock-still. "Pfft! The question is who are you? I can't believe that the Empire sent in a wet-behind-the- ears amateur to do a professional mercenary's job." He talked to Thomas but still kept his eyes glued to the two hit men in front of him.
"What?!" Thomas drew out his own pistol (which he had forgotten he'd had) and cocked it at Raven's ear. "You are seriously asking for it! I'll have you know that I'm a."
Thomas began to ramble, setting off a dangerous chain affect.
Whether he realized it or not, Raven was distracted when he looked at Thomas and told him to shut up. The guy couldn't help it; he was agitated beyond belief.
Moonbay and Irvine looked a little stunned, but suddenly remembered that they had dealt with Raven and Thomas before. They got the chance to poke fun at them both (Irvine especially could never pass up the chance to ridicule the Empire).
Fiona looked too flustered and tired to focus on the battle anymore. All she could do was to hope and pray that the whole situation turned out all right.
Finally, and most importantly, Van was distracted, staring at the barrel of Thomas' and Raven's guns while stealing glances at Fiona to make sure she was fine.
Ryan saw his chance.
Slowly at first, he began to move his hand to the holster on his side. Van was right; he had with him a small handgun. As he was inches away from touching it, his arm darted downward to grab it. In the blink of an eye he had pulled it out, cocked it, aimed it, and fired it.
The blast spooked everybody, especially Van, who suddenly felt a sharp and searing pain in his leg. This time he let his anguish go as he screamed out in torment. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping.
"Van!" Fiona was about to run forward when Ryan fired two more rounds. Those bullets caused Raven and Thomas to drop their guns. Everyone froze, finally realizing that this wasn't a kid's game. but a Game called Death.
The battle seemed to revolve around small amounts of time, for it only took mere seconds for Ryan to be on top of things all over again.
A small snicker gurgled from his throat.
"What a pleasure. WHAT a pleasure. Wow. just wow. This is certainly a happy day for me. Just think of what shall be added to my record after today! The killing of an official from the Imperial Army. The disposal of three mercenaries who've been bothering my assassin brothers for years. The successful kidnapping of Elise Lynette. Best of all, the homicide of a traitor!"
Ryan let his twisted happiness flow out as he laughed sinisterly. "Say a last word of prayer, because you won't ever see the light of day again!" He carelessly aimed his gun back and forth between the six people, playing a game of eeny-meeny-miny-moe. "Now. who should I pick off first?"
His grin widened. He jumped forward and grabbed Fiona by the arm, pulling her away from the group, away from Van. She screamed but before she could struggle free, Ryan pointed the pistol at her head.
"Obviously not this pretty lil' thing." Ryan grimaced. "You know what? I know who should die first. those soldiers in the back should be the foremost to go. What do you think guys?" he shouted to the grove behind them.
Confused, everyone looked behind himself or herself to the forest. Emerging sheepishly from the forest came out a small group of Republican soldiers. It was obvious to everyone that they had been hiding, waiting to come out and save the day.
"Join the party, Gentlemen! How nice of you to be here. Now! Drop all of your guns or the girl dies!" Ryan shouted. He tightened his grip on her arm.
The group of soldiers nodded ashamedly and did as they were told. The two in the front looked the most annoyed and embarrassed of them all. Thomas recognized the two leaders immediately as O'Connell and Hermann.
Not good, now he's got her as his hostage.
Hermann watched Ryan's moves very carefully as he advanced toward them, dragging Fiona along with him.
"What are we going to do now that he has Fiona," Moonbay whispered to Irvine.
"Wait and see what he does," Irvine replied back.
"Let me go!"
Fiona struggled against Ryan's strong grip.
"You are in no position to be ordering me around little girl." Ryan sneered as he tightened his grip on her arm even more. Fiona winced in apparent pain.
Fiona's gaze looked around and collided with Van's gaze. The look on Van's face was of pure anger and hatred towards Ryan.
Don't do something stupid Van.
Van sat there, holding his leg and wondering what he could do to help Fiona. Van would make sure Ryan would pay if he harmed one hair on Fiona's head. But then again . . . what could Van do to stop him in the condition he was in now. He would have to think quickly, because time was running out for the small group.
"Lets go Miss Lynette, we have business to take care of." Ryan grinned as he readjusted the pistol along Fiona's blond head and stopped in front of the small band of Republican soldiers. "Its show time boys."
*****
So, how did you like the Red Baroness's chapter??? I myself loved it! And I really must send my best Thanks to her for all of her help. So . . . please review! I will love you for . . . forever! Thanks so much for reading! And tell me what I should improve on!!!! Thanks! And this may be the last time I will update this story before Christmas so . . . MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!
Till my next Update!
Michiko and my special guest writer Red Baroness!
Disclaimer: I will never own Zoids, just my original character!!!
Chapter Seven: Fiasco
*****
Van stood steadily, knife in hand, and ready to lunge at the enemy. He was so nervous that the sweat fell off of his forehead in beads. He could never remember being this tense about fighting anyone before.
". We'll battle like true assassins. no guns." Ryan's words barely reached Van's ears.
His heart thumped wildly beneath his chest. Though he refused to let it show on his face, Van suddenly wasn't so sure if his assassin skills could get him out of this one alive. After all, he had someone else to protect beside himself. He shot a nervous glance to the blonde girl on his left.
What's wrong with me? I've fought and killed tons of guys like him before. He is nothing.
"Of course, you're no true assassin any longer."
Ryan on the other hand faced his enemy with a smirk on his face. He seemed so poised, so relaxed, and so confident.
"You ready, Flyheight?"
Van nearly choked before he could get the next words out. On the sidelines Moonbay and Irvine watched interestedly while Fiona prayed silently to herself, hoping that Van would scrape by alive.
I've got to get my nerve. I'll never win against this washout if I'm a mental ZOID-wreck.
"Let's set it off," he hissed.
"En guarde!" Ryan leaped forward like a cat knife out.
With better agility, Van jumped out of the way and tried to stab Ryan in the back. For a split second he wondered how much it would hurt to be gored so mercilessly.
Ryan was obviously faster than Van gave him credit for. He jumped, dodging the blade in Van's hand. In a flash he back-flipped over him. Van only caught a glimpse of the dangerous shadow above himself. He tried to dodge.
Really, he tried.
Quick as lightning Ryan deftly struck a blow on Van's shoulder. Crying out in pain, he leaped aside. Once at a safe distance, he clutched his right shoulder and stared at his enemy. Ryan just stood there, grinning scornfully.
I can't believe I just let him touch me! And he wounded me too. What's wrong with me? Why I can't I get my nerve? This guy should be DEAD by now!
And yet. Fiona wouldn't like it if I killed him.
"Now you see why you must die, Van?" Ryan laughed and smiled coyly. "Love makes the heart soft, and a soft heart makes one a worthless weakling. We've no use for the likes of you!"
Van gritted his teeth in both disgust and pain. This guy was difficult.
"Now, let's end it!" Again, Ryan lunged forward like a hunter who'd cornered its prey. He was so fast that his movements were hard to follow.
The wound can wait. I will. end this.
Gracefully Van bounded aside just as Ryan came barreling by with the knife pointed at his heart. He was about to counterattack when and give Ryan a wound of his own when suddenly a loud sound stopped them both in their tracks.
"THIS IS LIEUTENANT THOMAS RICHARD SCHUBALTZ OF THE IMPERIAL ARMY OF GUYLOS!" Boomed a loud voice over a megaphone. "By the power invested in me by the Emperor, his Majesty Rudolph, I now place the both of you under arrest!
The noise was so earsplitting that Van and Ryan could only stare, flabbergasted, at the large Zoid/ tank that was merely thirty feet from them. Standing proudly beside it was a tall man with rumpled dirt-blond hair. In one hand was a megaphone. In the other he held the activator of the Zoid's huge gun.
"Hand's up! Now, don't anybody move!" He commanded. The two assassins still looked shocked, but did as they were told.
"Why should we listen to you?" shouted Ryan, even though he did as commanded.
Van suddenly made his move while Ryan's guard was down. Quickly he struck forward at the enemy's side, blade pointed for his stomach. Ryan saw it coming and tried to sidestep. Van only managed to graze his side.
"Why you little. you'll pay!"
Thomas saw what was going on and snapped, "Hey! I said not to move! I'll shoot! I mean it, I will!"
"No, you won't," said Ryan. He leaped a safe distance away from Van while he gripped his left side. "Your gun's too powerful. If you shoot us, the blast from your gun will also hit." he motioned with his head behind him, "her."
In the background, Moonbay and Irvine suddenly snapped to attention.
"Uh-oh. That means we'll be blasted too," said Moonbay nervously.
"Maybe we should. find a safer place to see the show," suggested Irvine. ". Like. up on that hill over there.
Fiona had heard everything. "No! We can't. I won't leave Van out there alone!"
"Girl, your boy will be fine," said Moonbay
Back towards the tank, Thomas looked stumped. "He. he's right. I can't fire, or I'll harm the package. I should've. seen this coming." He dropped the trigger lamely.
"We should move, seriously," said Irvine. "Whoever that guy is, he won't be able to stop the fighting if we're in danger."
"But. but Van is."
Instantly the fight started up again, distracting everyone's attention. Ryan seemed bent on revenge this time, and in his eyes he looked prepared to kill. Van crouched downward, ready to counter the attack.
The next ten seconds were pure and utter agony to Fiona.
Nimbly Ryan jumped behind Van and landed a high kick just under his neck. Van couldn't avoid it, now could he block it. He stumbled forward, couching and choking from the pain. He had been lucky he didn't pass out from the blow.
"Gotcha!" Ryan proceeded to slash his blade across Van's back.
Blood was smeared on the knife. Van fell forward and rolled on the ground. Panting heavily, he struggled to get back up.
"No you don't." Ryan bounded over in a single leap. Just as Van managed to sit up, he was kicked in the face. Then Ryan took his foot and ruthlessly smashed it into the back of Van's head. His face was buried in the ground.
All of this happened in ten seconds.
"Van!" Fiona's mind raced. I've got to help him! I've just gotta. but how.?
Thomas looked over to the girl who had just screamed. She was his duty. He had been sent over to save her. He thought that this girl would be happy to be rescued. Then why did she care so much about this heartless assassin who kidnapped her in the first place? It just didn't make sense. Worst of all he couldn't even protect her right now. If he fired his tank gun, he'd kill her.
Maybe, if I got back into ZOID, I could move it so that the blast would only harm the assassins.gee, those other two look dangerous as well. but not her. She won't get hurt. What is her name again?
Without warning Zeke appeared. He dived low, trying to knock Ryan away from his master. He succeeded; Ryan hadn't even seen him coming. He fell backwards onto his left side. Right. Where. It. Hurt.
But this assassin had been prepared for this. Ryan reached for his belt pack. Quickly unzipping it he took out a small canister. Zeke circled around to dive back. Ryan was waiting. When Zeke came near, he pushed a small button on the canister and chucked it towards the incoming Organoid.
The canister exploded, covering Zeke in a sticky, damp glue-like substance. It was so damp that sparks flew when it came in contact with Zeke's metallic hide.
Zeke roared weakly before he hit the ground.
"Done with that," muttered Ryan, "Garbezta. Now to finish the job." He got up, turned around, and looked right into the gun barrel of a pistol.
"I agree." Van. He was holding a gun.
A look of what could've been fear crossed Ryan's face.
"I could kill you. right here. and right now." Van took a deep breath. Obviously it had been hard for him to even stand up. His breathing was slow and shallow, but Van looked like the victor.
"I know you're carrying a pistol right now too. But I won't even let you touch it. One more move and its lights out for you."
"You wouldn't," hissed Ryan. "I saw how badly you fought. I saw how many looks you gave that girl. She's a pacifist pantywaist. She can never love a killer."
"Trust me, I think Fiona will forgive this one. After all, she's the one who tossed me the pistol in the first place."
Ryan glanced over to the group of three behind Van. The fair, little blonde panted heavily, as if what she had just done took great courage. The other two wore huge grins on their faces.
"This girl's crazy." Irvine shrugged his shoulders. "She could pass for a pickpocket. I tell you I didn't even feel a thing when she took my gun out of my holster."
Fiona blushed and looked embarrassed.
"See?" said Van. "She doesn't mind." He lowered his voice dangerously. "And if you think one woman can undo years of assassin training, you're wrong." He cocked the pistol.
A gunshot rang out, but it didn't belong to Van. The bullet sailed through the air and hit the pistol, knocking it from Van's hands. Van actually jumped back when that happened; he hadn't been expecting that at all. Ryan had a similar expression of shock on his face.
"Tsk! Imbeciles. Hands up! You've had your fun. And let me say that it is a great pleasure to finally have the upper hand against you, Flyheight."
Van groaned when he heard that voice. Why was he here too? "Okay, okay, Raven. I'll admit. You caught me."
"Humph! It's about time you slipped up, Van. Don't either of you make a move 'cause I don't hesitate to kill as well as any assassin. except for Van. Don't even think about it. because I can smell your fear." Raven cocked his gun again and pointed it at them.
"Hold up!" Thomas jumped out of his ZOID (he had been about to move it) and rushed over to where Raven stood. "Who are you? I can have you arrested for intervention of the police and for carrying a gun without a license!"
Raven didn't even flinch. He just stayed stock-still. "Pfft! The question is who are you? I can't believe that the Empire sent in a wet-behind-the- ears amateur to do a professional mercenary's job." He talked to Thomas but still kept his eyes glued to the two hit men in front of him.
"What?!" Thomas drew out his own pistol (which he had forgotten he'd had) and cocked it at Raven's ear. "You are seriously asking for it! I'll have you know that I'm a."
Thomas began to ramble, setting off a dangerous chain affect.
Whether he realized it or not, Raven was distracted when he looked at Thomas and told him to shut up. The guy couldn't help it; he was agitated beyond belief.
Moonbay and Irvine looked a little stunned, but suddenly remembered that they had dealt with Raven and Thomas before. They got the chance to poke fun at them both (Irvine especially could never pass up the chance to ridicule the Empire).
Fiona looked too flustered and tired to focus on the battle anymore. All she could do was to hope and pray that the whole situation turned out all right.
Finally, and most importantly, Van was distracted, staring at the barrel of Thomas' and Raven's guns while stealing glances at Fiona to make sure she was fine.
Ryan saw his chance.
Slowly at first, he began to move his hand to the holster on his side. Van was right; he had with him a small handgun. As he was inches away from touching it, his arm darted downward to grab it. In the blink of an eye he had pulled it out, cocked it, aimed it, and fired it.
The blast spooked everybody, especially Van, who suddenly felt a sharp and searing pain in his leg. This time he let his anguish go as he screamed out in torment. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping.
"Van!" Fiona was about to run forward when Ryan fired two more rounds. Those bullets caused Raven and Thomas to drop their guns. Everyone froze, finally realizing that this wasn't a kid's game. but a Game called Death.
The battle seemed to revolve around small amounts of time, for it only took mere seconds for Ryan to be on top of things all over again.
A small snicker gurgled from his throat.
"What a pleasure. WHAT a pleasure. Wow. just wow. This is certainly a happy day for me. Just think of what shall be added to my record after today! The killing of an official from the Imperial Army. The disposal of three mercenaries who've been bothering my assassin brothers for years. The successful kidnapping of Elise Lynette. Best of all, the homicide of a traitor!"
Ryan let his twisted happiness flow out as he laughed sinisterly. "Say a last word of prayer, because you won't ever see the light of day again!" He carelessly aimed his gun back and forth between the six people, playing a game of eeny-meeny-miny-moe. "Now. who should I pick off first?"
His grin widened. He jumped forward and grabbed Fiona by the arm, pulling her away from the group, away from Van. She screamed but before she could struggle free, Ryan pointed the pistol at her head.
"Obviously not this pretty lil' thing." Ryan grimaced. "You know what? I know who should die first. those soldiers in the back should be the foremost to go. What do you think guys?" he shouted to the grove behind them.
Confused, everyone looked behind himself or herself to the forest. Emerging sheepishly from the forest came out a small group of Republican soldiers. It was obvious to everyone that they had been hiding, waiting to come out and save the day.
"Join the party, Gentlemen! How nice of you to be here. Now! Drop all of your guns or the girl dies!" Ryan shouted. He tightened his grip on her arm.
The group of soldiers nodded ashamedly and did as they were told. The two in the front looked the most annoyed and embarrassed of them all. Thomas recognized the two leaders immediately as O'Connell and Hermann.
Not good, now he's got her as his hostage.
Hermann watched Ryan's moves very carefully as he advanced toward them, dragging Fiona along with him.
"What are we going to do now that he has Fiona," Moonbay whispered to Irvine.
"Wait and see what he does," Irvine replied back.
"Let me go!"
Fiona struggled against Ryan's strong grip.
"You are in no position to be ordering me around little girl." Ryan sneered as he tightened his grip on her arm even more. Fiona winced in apparent pain.
Fiona's gaze looked around and collided with Van's gaze. The look on Van's face was of pure anger and hatred towards Ryan.
Don't do something stupid Van.
Van sat there, holding his leg and wondering what he could do to help Fiona. Van would make sure Ryan would pay if he harmed one hair on Fiona's head. But then again . . . what could Van do to stop him in the condition he was in now. He would have to think quickly, because time was running out for the small group.
"Lets go Miss Lynette, we have business to take care of." Ryan grinned as he readjusted the pistol along Fiona's blond head and stopped in front of the small band of Republican soldiers. "Its show time boys."
*****
So, how did you like the Red Baroness's chapter??? I myself loved it! And I really must send my best Thanks to her for all of her help. So . . . please review! I will love you for . . . forever! Thanks so much for reading! And tell me what I should improve on!!!! Thanks! And this may be the last time I will update this story before Christmas so . . . MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!
Till my next Update!
Michiko and my special guest writer Red Baroness!