Disclaimer: I don't own Zoids! Not that anyone cares but I own the characters Blood and Gore but they were based on the lead singers of a band called Mushroom Head.
"Ah, owWW, I don't believe this!" Doctor Toros moaned at the controls of the Zoid Hover Cargo.
"What is it, dad?" Leena asked, looking up from her game of chess with Jamie. When her opponent also fixed the doctor in his gaze, she quickly rearranged a couple pieces on the board.
"The Hover Cargo!" Toros cried. "It's out of fuel!"
"How did you manage that? We haven't gone that far since we last filled it," Jamie pointed out.
"I don't know!" the doctor whined. "We won't even be able to make it to Romeo City at the rate we're going now."
"Alright. Maybe me and Kirkland can go on ahead into town and get some fuel," Jamie, the constant voice of reason, said. "Just let me finish this game," he added, turning back to the hologram board before him.
"Checkmate," Leena said sliding a Gunsniper shaped piece across the board until it knocked over a Gordos figure then sauntered off.
"What the?!" the boy cried.
~~~
The Hover Cargo rolled to a slow stop not far from a mountain that was surrounded by trees. With Jamie and Kirkland already off in search of fuel, the doctor had nothing else to do but play with his Zoid models.
Leena took her Zoid on a run to pass the time.
As her Zoid tracked carelessly into the small forest before the mountain, she was unaware of the predators that were now stalking her. One was a cross between a Redler and a Rev-Raptor. The other, a well-armored Guysack, looked a lot like a small Death Stinger.
:::
The doorbell rang, and rang and rang some, more with mad insistence. Its chime disturbed the Hover Cargo's owner until he answered.
"Ok! Ok! Hold your Dibison!" Doctor Toros shouted. He was only half surprised to find Harry Champ on the other side of the doorframe.
"Is Leen-?" Harry started.
"No," Toros answered.
"Do you know where sh-?"
"No"
"Do you know when-?"
"No,"
"How about-"
"No,"
"Maybe if I-"
"No. Definitely no!"
"Hmm..." Harry pondered, only partially discouraged.
"Did you know there is a huge hole in the side of your fuel tank?" he asked as an afterthought.
Doctor Toros looked at him critically and said "no."
:::
Trotting along the Gunsniper pilot couldn't shake this eerie feeling that was welling up inside her. Several times she checked her radar to find nothing. No Zoids other than her own. She moved cautiously, trying to enjoy the scenery, but it seemed hopeless. It was as if she couldn't drown out this sudden case of paranoia. She turned her Zoid and started on a course with the Hover Cargo.
"Where you going, sweet thing?" a horrible voice asked. It was laced with twisted mirth.
"What? What? Where?-" Leena asked, almost causing her Zoid to jump.
The sky momentarily displayed a fearsome dragon Zoid before it landed before Leena. Her radar, however, still showed nothing. Didn't matter. She was too scared to notice it now.
Soon there was an equally fearsome scorpion Zoid beside the dragon.
"B-Blood and Gore?" Leena stammered, begging to be wrong but she knew she wasn't. Their Zoids were very distinctive.
"You guessed right, honey," a different voice responded. This one was worse. This one was deep. It sounded like rocks crumbling as he talked.
The dragon Zoid that had to be Blood's Dragaptor approached her. She just about managed to regain her wits as it opened fire on her.
"Ahh!" she screamed when her Zoid fell and they started to laugh. Just like in her nightmare. She began to hope this was a nightmare and that she would soon wake. Not likely. The fall hurt like hell and now blood was running down her face. No. This wasn't going to end like her nightmare.
"WILD WEASEL UNIT TOTAL ASSAULT!" Leena screamed. Missiles flew in a ballistic fashion, but when the smoke cleared the only thing that fell were trees. Of course! These were Class S warriors. Leena felt her hopes sink like a brick boat. There was no way she could beat them, everything inside her agreed. Taunted her. It seemed she was right. Not long after, the men Blood and Gore, were dragging her kicking and screaming out of her defeated Zoid.
"HALT!" a shout came from somewhere behind them. A Darkhorn was now peering down at them.
"Harry?" Leena said barely above a whisper, a small voice of utter disbelief. "HARRY!" she screamed to high heaven. She received a hard knock to the back of her head that almost stole her presently conscious state.
"Who's that?" Gore asked Blood, who had Leena draped over his shoulders.
"How the hell should I know?" the taller responded. "I think his name is Harry, though," he added as an afterthought with a shrug that made Leena's whirling head worse.
"Take care of my light work, will you?" Blood said, boarding his Dragaptor.
"Alright. This guy's mine," Gore said with a twisted gleam in his eye.
"You fools!" Harry bluffed, trying to stop the sweat from streaming down his face. 'Leena! Was that Blood and Gore? Christ! LEENA!' the man panicked.
"You don't know who I am? I AM HARRY CHAMP! A man destined to be-" Harry tried, hoping his name would scare them off. Instead, Blood and Gore paused and gave him their full attention with a curious glare.
"The heir to the Champ Foundation?" Gore asked.
"Uh...yes?" Harry answered with a sense of dread banging in the back of his head. Perhaps he shouldn't have said that?
"Get him," Blood stated flatly. Suffice to say, the rich Zoid warrior found himself in a similar situation to the girl he had come to rescue mere moments latter.
"Well, life just keeps getting sweeter and sweeter, eh, Blood?" Gore said, stalking around a nearly unconscious Leena Toros and Harry Champ as they were on their knees. They had been dragged to some kind of cave. The floor was littered with trash and empty boxes as well as broken radio equipment and other mechanical devices.
"I'd say so," the other man rumbled with a grin.
"What do you want with us?" Harry demanded, careful not to overstep his boundaries.
"With you," Gore said with sick mirth. "We'll ransom you back to mommy. And with her," he paused and shifted his gaze to Leena. "She'll be all we need to bring Bit home."
"What?" Harry asked.
"Bit Cloud, you prick!" Blood roared in Harry's face, causing him to squint and look away.
"Easy, Blood," Gore said putting a hand to the other man's chest and guiding him away from Harry.
"What do you want with Bit?" Harry risked after a small silence.
"To kick his over-rated, lazy, good-for-nothing, do-nothing, cocky, blond @$$!" Blood roared again, violently pointing at the ground as if he expected the Liger pilot to be here now and bowing at his feet.
"Ya know, Blood," Gore said, thumb and index figure to chin in a foreboding sudden realization kind of way. "As long as no one knows where Leena is...we don't actually need to keep her alive, do we? I mean. As long as they think we have her...."
"Yeah, yeah. I see where you going," Blood said. So did Harry. So did Leena, now fully awake.
"No! Don't! You can't!" Harry begged before words even manifested in Leena's throat.
"Oh, but we can," Gore said and smiled. There was a glossiness in his eyes that spoke of twisted amusement and absolutely no remorse. They were some scary people, the two of them.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Harry panicked as Leena, despite her fear, began to growl at them, which only enticed Gore all the more.
"If you don't leave her be, I-l-l -I'll" Harry stammered, looking between Leena and their captors and even around the room for an idea. Fortune smiled on him because an idea sprung to mind.
"If you don't leave her alone, I'll stop breathing!!" Harry threatened. Leena looked to him in shock. The expressions of Blood and Gore became both serious and annoyed. Maybe Bit would come rushing to the rescue of a girl he wasn't even sure was still alive, but would a rich family waste money on one a kid they thought might be dead? Could they risk that?
"You wouldn't-" Gore countered. Harry took this as his cue. He inhaled deeply and held his breath. He even glared at them with green eyes over puffed cheeks.
He was bluffing Blood thought. But could they risk it? If he was stupid enough to stick up for her, who knew what else he would do. Besides, it wasn't everyday a rich brat stumbled into your line of fire in the middle of nowhere.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Blood raged, moving hastily towards Harry, wrapping his hands around his throat. "Breath! Breath damn you!" Blood yelled, fearful that all that money would slip away into Harry's afterlife with him. Harry managed to exhale in a moment of shock when Blood had approached but now was fighting to breathe all over again.
"Ok! Ok!" Gore said, trying to pull Blood off Harry and even Leena had to join in. "He's breath'n! He's breath'n!"
"Let go of him, you idiot!" Leena was shrieking.
"He's breathing?" Blood asked sincerely, looking to Gore then down at Harry who was indeed breathing now that Blood had eased his grip on his neck.
"He's breathing!" Blood exclaimed hugging Harry who was too energy-deprived to notice what was happening. "I'm so happy!"
"Don't you ever do that again!" Blood then screamed at the top his lungs. Leena thought the room would shake under the force of it.
"Now get in your cell and be good," Gore explained to them. "The party is going to be starting real soon."
:::
Harry and Leena had been hoping they had been lying when they said cell, but that's just what the two found themselves in. Now that they thought about it, the part of the cave they were in looked like a military hold from a long ago war, so why wouldn't there be a
cell?
The first ten minutes were spent in remorse and silence. Then before they realized it they were shivering. They could soon see their breath before they fully realized what this would mean.
"Geez it's f-freezing in here!" Leena finally wailed with distaste. Harry managed a smile despite his discomfort. Leena looked at him, then away, with something twisting in her heart.
'What?' Leena quizzed herself. 'So he saved my life and tried to the first time. He was SUPPOSED TO!' She was damn well important, after all. She shivered and it was more than because of the room temperature.
"Th-thank you Harry," she muttered lowly, eyes aimed at her feet.
"Wha?" Harry probed between chattering teeth.
"I said thank you!" She snapped, still making no eye contact. He smiled.
"Don't go getting the wrong idea! I mean, it's not like you were THAT successful!" Leena continued; this time her eyes were on his. She seemed satisfied by his lack of response but he smiled all the same.
As time went on Leena realized, huddled in on herself as she was, how ridiculous it was to battle the cold in nothing but a sleeveless yellow top and a green skirt. When the hell would they get out of here? She thought she was imagining things when she felt a sudden barrier between the cold and her skin settle on her shoulders. It was Harry's jacket.
"What are you doing?" she asked involuntarily.
"You l-looked cold," Harry told her with chattering teeth now a respectable distance from her and grasping himself for dear life. She stared at him for a moment then muttered a curse. Now she would have to say those two words AGAIN! This was so cruel.
"Thank you Harry," she said quickly, but not for the last time that day. Not long after that he was stripping, NOT at her request, to nothing but his boxers which, disturbingly, had many images of Leena's face all over them.
"I could have lived without seeing that," Leena commented flatly, now curled up against a wall in most of Harry's clothes.
"S-sorry," Harry said, now a pale human bag of shivers.
Time went on and guilt began to rain on Leena's heart. How bloody long could it take to drag Bit's sorry @$$ back here so those guys could beat him up, or whatever it was they were going to do anyway?!
With little of anything interesting to look at in the room, her eyes caught sight of Harry and she tried her damnedest to ignore him. She didn't want to give the clothes back. The thought was unbearable! And as long as he didn't ask, she was in the clear. Of course, if he did ask...
He wouldn't. She knew. Because he was in lov-
'A bloody idiot!' Leena corrected herself. She grumbled inwardly as his sounds of distress pained her ears. 'Just a little longer!' she begged fate. If she could ignore him just until those lunatics came back, she wouldn't have to part with any of the warmth the articles of clothing barely provided. Of course there was another option that had been dancing tormentingly in the back of her mind for the past hour or so.
'NO! Absolutely not!' Leena ordered herself, 'I feel like I've been written into some B-level romance novel! Why me?!'
"That's it!" Leena fumed, hopping to her feet, her frustration temporarily taking away the cold.
"Your cash cow is dying in here, you frigg'n morons!" her words died out after a time and were lost in silence. There was no response.
"God dammit! How are you gonna collect on him if he's dead?!"
Harry heard Leena's words, but they sounded so far away. He wanted to see what she was doing, to help her anyway he could, but the strength to attempt such tasks had left him long ago. His body was so numb he couldn't feel anything anymore. At least it wasn't so cold now.
Leena's hopes died on her lips. These men weren't all that sane, maybe they would let them freeze to death, or close enough to it that they'd want to die. She looked at Harry. God, was he moving? Aw hell!
"Harry! Harry!" she fell to the floor beside him. She felt her heart sink when there was no response but slowly, ever so slowly, pale green eyes peered out from between their lids and spotted her. A smile cut itself from the frost covering his face.
"You're alive!" Leena screamed with the joy that was bubbling true in her heart and impulsively hugged the Champ heir before realization of an arctic level set in. She just hugged Harry. Harry Champ! She ignored it and moved in as close as she could, forcefully ignoring the stinging cold that was resonating from Harry.
Harry's heart became so warm it might have melted the ice the outer layer of his body was encased in. Had he died? Because this was truly heaven! Well, minus the lack of his ability to react. This was Leena. Leena Toros! Embracing him. He must be dead. He had waited for this day for so long and here he was without the strength to lift his tongue. It was a bittersweet feeling. Finally he closed his eyes and was determined to just enjoy the moment.
"Ah, owWW, I don't believe this!" Doctor Toros moaned at the controls of the Zoid Hover Cargo.
"What is it, dad?" Leena asked, looking up from her game of chess with Jamie. When her opponent also fixed the doctor in his gaze, she quickly rearranged a couple pieces on the board.
"The Hover Cargo!" Toros cried. "It's out of fuel!"
"How did you manage that? We haven't gone that far since we last filled it," Jamie pointed out.
"I don't know!" the doctor whined. "We won't even be able to make it to Romeo City at the rate we're going now."
"Alright. Maybe me and Kirkland can go on ahead into town and get some fuel," Jamie, the constant voice of reason, said. "Just let me finish this game," he added, turning back to the hologram board before him.
"Checkmate," Leena said sliding a Gunsniper shaped piece across the board until it knocked over a Gordos figure then sauntered off.
"What the?!" the boy cried.
~~~
The Hover Cargo rolled to a slow stop not far from a mountain that was surrounded by trees. With Jamie and Kirkland already off in search of fuel, the doctor had nothing else to do but play with his Zoid models.
Leena took her Zoid on a run to pass the time.
As her Zoid tracked carelessly into the small forest before the mountain, she was unaware of the predators that were now stalking her. One was a cross between a Redler and a Rev-Raptor. The other, a well-armored Guysack, looked a lot like a small Death Stinger.
:::
The doorbell rang, and rang and rang some, more with mad insistence. Its chime disturbed the Hover Cargo's owner until he answered.
"Ok! Ok! Hold your Dibison!" Doctor Toros shouted. He was only half surprised to find Harry Champ on the other side of the doorframe.
"Is Leen-?" Harry started.
"No," Toros answered.
"Do you know where sh-?"
"No"
"Do you know when-?"
"No,"
"How about-"
"No,"
"Maybe if I-"
"No. Definitely no!"
"Hmm..." Harry pondered, only partially discouraged.
"Did you know there is a huge hole in the side of your fuel tank?" he asked as an afterthought.
Doctor Toros looked at him critically and said "no."
:::
Trotting along the Gunsniper pilot couldn't shake this eerie feeling that was welling up inside her. Several times she checked her radar to find nothing. No Zoids other than her own. She moved cautiously, trying to enjoy the scenery, but it seemed hopeless. It was as if she couldn't drown out this sudden case of paranoia. She turned her Zoid and started on a course with the Hover Cargo.
"Where you going, sweet thing?" a horrible voice asked. It was laced with twisted mirth.
"What? What? Where?-" Leena asked, almost causing her Zoid to jump.
The sky momentarily displayed a fearsome dragon Zoid before it landed before Leena. Her radar, however, still showed nothing. Didn't matter. She was too scared to notice it now.
Soon there was an equally fearsome scorpion Zoid beside the dragon.
"B-Blood and Gore?" Leena stammered, begging to be wrong but she knew she wasn't. Their Zoids were very distinctive.
"You guessed right, honey," a different voice responded. This one was worse. This one was deep. It sounded like rocks crumbling as he talked.
The dragon Zoid that had to be Blood's Dragaptor approached her. She just about managed to regain her wits as it opened fire on her.
"Ahh!" she screamed when her Zoid fell and they started to laugh. Just like in her nightmare. She began to hope this was a nightmare and that she would soon wake. Not likely. The fall hurt like hell and now blood was running down her face. No. This wasn't going to end like her nightmare.
"WILD WEASEL UNIT TOTAL ASSAULT!" Leena screamed. Missiles flew in a ballistic fashion, but when the smoke cleared the only thing that fell were trees. Of course! These were Class S warriors. Leena felt her hopes sink like a brick boat. There was no way she could beat them, everything inside her agreed. Taunted her. It seemed she was right. Not long after, the men Blood and Gore, were dragging her kicking and screaming out of her defeated Zoid.
"HALT!" a shout came from somewhere behind them. A Darkhorn was now peering down at them.
"Harry?" Leena said barely above a whisper, a small voice of utter disbelief. "HARRY!" she screamed to high heaven. She received a hard knock to the back of her head that almost stole her presently conscious state.
"Who's that?" Gore asked Blood, who had Leena draped over his shoulders.
"How the hell should I know?" the taller responded. "I think his name is Harry, though," he added as an afterthought with a shrug that made Leena's whirling head worse.
"Take care of my light work, will you?" Blood said, boarding his Dragaptor.
"Alright. This guy's mine," Gore said with a twisted gleam in his eye.
"You fools!" Harry bluffed, trying to stop the sweat from streaming down his face. 'Leena! Was that Blood and Gore? Christ! LEENA!' the man panicked.
"You don't know who I am? I AM HARRY CHAMP! A man destined to be-" Harry tried, hoping his name would scare them off. Instead, Blood and Gore paused and gave him their full attention with a curious glare.
"The heir to the Champ Foundation?" Gore asked.
"Uh...yes?" Harry answered with a sense of dread banging in the back of his head. Perhaps he shouldn't have said that?
"Get him," Blood stated flatly. Suffice to say, the rich Zoid warrior found himself in a similar situation to the girl he had come to rescue mere moments latter.
"Well, life just keeps getting sweeter and sweeter, eh, Blood?" Gore said, stalking around a nearly unconscious Leena Toros and Harry Champ as they were on their knees. They had been dragged to some kind of cave. The floor was littered with trash and empty boxes as well as broken radio equipment and other mechanical devices.
"I'd say so," the other man rumbled with a grin.
"What do you want with us?" Harry demanded, careful not to overstep his boundaries.
"With you," Gore said with sick mirth. "We'll ransom you back to mommy. And with her," he paused and shifted his gaze to Leena. "She'll be all we need to bring Bit home."
"What?" Harry asked.
"Bit Cloud, you prick!" Blood roared in Harry's face, causing him to squint and look away.
"Easy, Blood," Gore said putting a hand to the other man's chest and guiding him away from Harry.
"What do you want with Bit?" Harry risked after a small silence.
"To kick his over-rated, lazy, good-for-nothing, do-nothing, cocky, blond @$$!" Blood roared again, violently pointing at the ground as if he expected the Liger pilot to be here now and bowing at his feet.
"Ya know, Blood," Gore said, thumb and index figure to chin in a foreboding sudden realization kind of way. "As long as no one knows where Leena is...we don't actually need to keep her alive, do we? I mean. As long as they think we have her...."
"Yeah, yeah. I see where you going," Blood said. So did Harry. So did Leena, now fully awake.
"No! Don't! You can't!" Harry begged before words even manifested in Leena's throat.
"Oh, but we can," Gore said and smiled. There was a glossiness in his eyes that spoke of twisted amusement and absolutely no remorse. They were some scary people, the two of them.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Harry panicked as Leena, despite her fear, began to growl at them, which only enticed Gore all the more.
"If you don't leave her be, I-l-l -I'll" Harry stammered, looking between Leena and their captors and even around the room for an idea. Fortune smiled on him because an idea sprung to mind.
"If you don't leave her alone, I'll stop breathing!!" Harry threatened. Leena looked to him in shock. The expressions of Blood and Gore became both serious and annoyed. Maybe Bit would come rushing to the rescue of a girl he wasn't even sure was still alive, but would a rich family waste money on one a kid they thought might be dead? Could they risk that?
"You wouldn't-" Gore countered. Harry took this as his cue. He inhaled deeply and held his breath. He even glared at them with green eyes over puffed cheeks.
He was bluffing Blood thought. But could they risk it? If he was stupid enough to stick up for her, who knew what else he would do. Besides, it wasn't everyday a rich brat stumbled into your line of fire in the middle of nowhere.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Blood raged, moving hastily towards Harry, wrapping his hands around his throat. "Breath! Breath damn you!" Blood yelled, fearful that all that money would slip away into Harry's afterlife with him. Harry managed to exhale in a moment of shock when Blood had approached but now was fighting to breathe all over again.
"Ok! Ok!" Gore said, trying to pull Blood off Harry and even Leena had to join in. "He's breath'n! He's breath'n!"
"Let go of him, you idiot!" Leena was shrieking.
"He's breathing?" Blood asked sincerely, looking to Gore then down at Harry who was indeed breathing now that Blood had eased his grip on his neck.
"He's breathing!" Blood exclaimed hugging Harry who was too energy-deprived to notice what was happening. "I'm so happy!"
"Don't you ever do that again!" Blood then screamed at the top his lungs. Leena thought the room would shake under the force of it.
"Now get in your cell and be good," Gore explained to them. "The party is going to be starting real soon."
:::
Harry and Leena had been hoping they had been lying when they said cell, but that's just what the two found themselves in. Now that they thought about it, the part of the cave they were in looked like a military hold from a long ago war, so why wouldn't there be a
cell?
The first ten minutes were spent in remorse and silence. Then before they realized it they were shivering. They could soon see their breath before they fully realized what this would mean.
"Geez it's f-freezing in here!" Leena finally wailed with distaste. Harry managed a smile despite his discomfort. Leena looked at him, then away, with something twisting in her heart.
'What?' Leena quizzed herself. 'So he saved my life and tried to the first time. He was SUPPOSED TO!' She was damn well important, after all. She shivered and it was more than because of the room temperature.
"Th-thank you Harry," she muttered lowly, eyes aimed at her feet.
"Wha?" Harry probed between chattering teeth.
"I said thank you!" She snapped, still making no eye contact. He smiled.
"Don't go getting the wrong idea! I mean, it's not like you were THAT successful!" Leena continued; this time her eyes were on his. She seemed satisfied by his lack of response but he smiled all the same.
As time went on Leena realized, huddled in on herself as she was, how ridiculous it was to battle the cold in nothing but a sleeveless yellow top and a green skirt. When the hell would they get out of here? She thought she was imagining things when she felt a sudden barrier between the cold and her skin settle on her shoulders. It was Harry's jacket.
"What are you doing?" she asked involuntarily.
"You l-looked cold," Harry told her with chattering teeth now a respectable distance from her and grasping himself for dear life. She stared at him for a moment then muttered a curse. Now she would have to say those two words AGAIN! This was so cruel.
"Thank you Harry," she said quickly, but not for the last time that day. Not long after that he was stripping, NOT at her request, to nothing but his boxers which, disturbingly, had many images of Leena's face all over them.
"I could have lived without seeing that," Leena commented flatly, now curled up against a wall in most of Harry's clothes.
"S-sorry," Harry said, now a pale human bag of shivers.
Time went on and guilt began to rain on Leena's heart. How bloody long could it take to drag Bit's sorry @$$ back here so those guys could beat him up, or whatever it was they were going to do anyway?!
With little of anything interesting to look at in the room, her eyes caught sight of Harry and she tried her damnedest to ignore him. She didn't want to give the clothes back. The thought was unbearable! And as long as he didn't ask, she was in the clear. Of course, if he did ask...
He wouldn't. She knew. Because he was in lov-
'A bloody idiot!' Leena corrected herself. She grumbled inwardly as his sounds of distress pained her ears. 'Just a little longer!' she begged fate. If she could ignore him just until those lunatics came back, she wouldn't have to part with any of the warmth the articles of clothing barely provided. Of course there was another option that had been dancing tormentingly in the back of her mind for the past hour or so.
'NO! Absolutely not!' Leena ordered herself, 'I feel like I've been written into some B-level romance novel! Why me?!'
"That's it!" Leena fumed, hopping to her feet, her frustration temporarily taking away the cold.
"Your cash cow is dying in here, you frigg'n morons!" her words died out after a time and were lost in silence. There was no response.
"God dammit! How are you gonna collect on him if he's dead?!"
Harry heard Leena's words, but they sounded so far away. He wanted to see what she was doing, to help her anyway he could, but the strength to attempt such tasks had left him long ago. His body was so numb he couldn't feel anything anymore. At least it wasn't so cold now.
Leena's hopes died on her lips. These men weren't all that sane, maybe they would let them freeze to death, or close enough to it that they'd want to die. She looked at Harry. God, was he moving? Aw hell!
"Harry! Harry!" she fell to the floor beside him. She felt her heart sink when there was no response but slowly, ever so slowly, pale green eyes peered out from between their lids and spotted her. A smile cut itself from the frost covering his face.
"You're alive!" Leena screamed with the joy that was bubbling true in her heart and impulsively hugged the Champ heir before realization of an arctic level set in. She just hugged Harry. Harry Champ! She ignored it and moved in as close as she could, forcefully ignoring the stinging cold that was resonating from Harry.
Harry's heart became so warm it might have melted the ice the outer layer of his body was encased in. Had he died? Because this was truly heaven! Well, minus the lack of his ability to react. This was Leena. Leena Toros! Embracing him. He must be dead. He had waited for this day for so long and here he was without the strength to lift his tongue. It was a bittersweet feeling. Finally he closed his eyes and was determined to just enjoy the moment.