Chapter 6:
From Prison With Love:
The band of serial killer rebels were in the worst prison cells possible. The ceilings leaked water for faucets and the floor was flooded up to their knees. Zero had to sit on the bed to keep from floating.
"So, how much are we getting paid for this again?" said Vahn, "'Cause it better be a heck of a lot, any less than 5000 is a pure rip-off."
"Stop your complaining Vahn, we're all in this together," said Menein in a claming way.
Issac looked up, suddenly grinned.
"What are you smiling about, adopted big brother?" said Zer0.
Issac pointed at the areas near the bars that were holding him and Vahn in. The slots were wood pegs. Vahn stood up and poked them. They fell forward into the hall.
"The other cells don't have wooden pegs. We'll find a robot guard, and take the keys." Said Vahn, announcing his plan. He and Issac crept out of the cell, moving silently through the halls.
Vahn enabled a sonar, and listened for the tones, he lead them to a guard near the weapon stash, where all the weapons collected were held. Issac sunk up and with three moves, downed the droid. He grabbed the keys and opened the cell. They grabbed all their weapons, and crept back out.
"Um, Vahn," said Issac, "Were screwed."
"Yeah? Why?" Said Vahn in sarcasm.
"Err well, that robot, is connected to all the others, and so they come to repair them," Said Issac nervously, "Well, the repair droids have weapons too ya know."
"Oh crap," said Vahn, "I get the jist of where this is going. Let's move, fast."
They slid down the halls for less than a minute, and got dead-ended by the first droid. It's chest flashed twice and it charged a laser.
"Gahhh! Die stupid bot!" Issac chopped it up in seconds flat.
Soon they were fighting their way back to where their friends were hiding. Vahn's Double Saber, and Issac's Stag Cutlery were blazing through droids like knifes through warm butter. Once the got to where they got back to the cells, they were surrounded. "Kal, use your EMP!" Yelled Menein.
Kal nodded. His eye sensors turned red, and a huge flash emitted from him, rending all other bots, harmless. They dashed through the sea of disabled bots to the exit. As soon as they were out, they made the fence look like lots of yarn rather than barbed wire. The police were coming, they had to keep running. Suddenly Ton strode in front of them.
"Stop that, I'm bailing all of you out," Said Ton.
An hour later, the papers had been filed, and they were at Ton's mansion. They had changed into their street clothes, and their appearances differed very much. Vahn was still wearing his partial facemask, but with a dark blue tee shirt of his astronomic sign, the Libra's Scales. Regal and Issac were total opposites once again, both wearing workout shirts and jeans. Issac went white, while Regal went black. Menein was wearing a plain brown shirt, and really ripped up jeans. Lastch was wearing a beanie a yellow K2Sting shirt, and light blue jeans. Now Zer0 was quite a show. He looked like a high-schooler's little brother who was being changed to fit a gangster look that was totally unfitting for the cute, little kid look that was befitting of a little kid. His shirt was at least 17 sizes too big and faded gray. His shorts fit him like pants, and he tripped when he walked too fast. Kal's armor had been thinned to mere clothe like plates. Vladimir had the same out fit as Lastch, except his shirt was brown.
"You guys are very skilled hunters," Said Ton, "You are the first ones to try to escape prison and even get to the gates. I'm impressed. Com'on you lot, follow me."
Ton led them to a bookcase, and pulled one book out. It was an entrance to his basement. Within was a gallery of weapons. He led them over to one.
"This is the Maverick Buster," said Ton, showing them a Night Black Photon weapon with what seemed to be a closed eye as part of the photon construct, "I'll tell you what it's for later. Try to wield it."
Issac walked up and grabbed the blade. He quickly swung around, and his face looked shocked.
"Drop it!" yelled Ton.
Issac dropped it and Vahn walked up. He picked up the blade and just held it. He swung it and looked totally in control.
"Hmm. Good work, chap." Said Ton.
Suddenly the Photon eye opened. And Vahn fell to the floor.
He woke up on the platform where he had fought the Soul Reaper.
/I always wondered if someone would stay alive after fighting me./ said a voice echoing in Vahn's head,
"Who the hell are you?!" Yelled Vahn into the darkness surrounding him.
/I'm the Soul Reaper. You fought me less than a day ago. You're lucky that you contracted your soul back with that slash in my chest,/ said the hiss like voice of the Soul Reaper, /Next time you fight me you won't be so lucky./
"What in the name of the Angelic Sniper are you talking about?" of course, Vahn had gotten the nickname Angelic Sniper from the way he looked with his mags.
/You, you don't remember?/ Said the voice in shock, /Oh no, you must be one of those infernal spirit guardians! I must attack the city!/
"Huh?" said Vahn.
/I must attack now!/
Vahn woke up with the Maverick Blade in his hand.
"You okay?" said Regal, "You passed out."
"We have to go back to the residential area. I got us some tickets for the bus in five minutes," Said Issac.
"Hey Vahn, can I talk to you?" said Ton.
"Yeah it better be quick though." Said Vahn.
"Vahn, look at this when you are alone, it'll explain everything. It may be the key to your destiny," said Ton, slipping Vahn a memo pad.
"Okay, later man!" said Vahn.
The party caught the bus, and headed home. Once the meseta had been distributed, the addresses exchanged, Vahn, Issac, Regal and Zer0 headed back to the to Vahn's apartment. Vahn legally owned the apartment, but the whole family except their mom and dad shared it. There mom was dead, and their dad couldn't stand people older than 15, and younger than 25.
One thing about their apartment, the rooms were misshapen and too big. On their first time inside, guests would throw up because they would feel like the rooms were spinning and moving. Zer0 had barfed last night, but had quickly gotten used to it as the rest of them had. The rooms were these, weapon room where they kept their weapons hunter clothes, and such. Then there were the bedrooms, all the same except for beds and such. And then the kitchen, the dining room, and then the entertainment room. The over all construct was odd and always seemed to be changing.
"We're going to the mall plaza in a half-an-hour to meet Elly, we'd better get nice." Said Regal.
"She's just trying to hook you up with one of her friends again," said Issac dully, "Why bother?"
"Because it's a generous offer," Said Regal, glaring at Issac.
"Ugh, well, let's go change," Said Issac.
This was Vahn's chance to look at the memo pad. He walked into his room, and locked the door.
AN: Credit is due where I owe it. First I'd like to thank Zer0, Issac, and Ton, possibly my best friends, for letting me use their Characters, and giving me the idea to write it. All the people a Ragol.co.uk for giving me advice and keeping me relatively sane. And then, Sega and the Sonic Team for making PSO at all. This is my inspiration. Peace out PS Playa's!
From Prison With Love:
The band of serial killer rebels were in the worst prison cells possible. The ceilings leaked water for faucets and the floor was flooded up to their knees. Zero had to sit on the bed to keep from floating.
"So, how much are we getting paid for this again?" said Vahn, "'Cause it better be a heck of a lot, any less than 5000 is a pure rip-off."
"Stop your complaining Vahn, we're all in this together," said Menein in a claming way.
Issac looked up, suddenly grinned.
"What are you smiling about, adopted big brother?" said Zer0.
Issac pointed at the areas near the bars that were holding him and Vahn in. The slots were wood pegs. Vahn stood up and poked them. They fell forward into the hall.
"The other cells don't have wooden pegs. We'll find a robot guard, and take the keys." Said Vahn, announcing his plan. He and Issac crept out of the cell, moving silently through the halls.
Vahn enabled a sonar, and listened for the tones, he lead them to a guard near the weapon stash, where all the weapons collected were held. Issac sunk up and with three moves, downed the droid. He grabbed the keys and opened the cell. They grabbed all their weapons, and crept back out.
"Um, Vahn," said Issac, "Were screwed."
"Yeah? Why?" Said Vahn in sarcasm.
"Err well, that robot, is connected to all the others, and so they come to repair them," Said Issac nervously, "Well, the repair droids have weapons too ya know."
"Oh crap," said Vahn, "I get the jist of where this is going. Let's move, fast."
They slid down the halls for less than a minute, and got dead-ended by the first droid. It's chest flashed twice and it charged a laser.
"Gahhh! Die stupid bot!" Issac chopped it up in seconds flat.
Soon they were fighting their way back to where their friends were hiding. Vahn's Double Saber, and Issac's Stag Cutlery were blazing through droids like knifes through warm butter. Once the got to where they got back to the cells, they were surrounded. "Kal, use your EMP!" Yelled Menein.
Kal nodded. His eye sensors turned red, and a huge flash emitted from him, rending all other bots, harmless. They dashed through the sea of disabled bots to the exit. As soon as they were out, they made the fence look like lots of yarn rather than barbed wire. The police were coming, they had to keep running. Suddenly Ton strode in front of them.
"Stop that, I'm bailing all of you out," Said Ton.
An hour later, the papers had been filed, and they were at Ton's mansion. They had changed into their street clothes, and their appearances differed very much. Vahn was still wearing his partial facemask, but with a dark blue tee shirt of his astronomic sign, the Libra's Scales. Regal and Issac were total opposites once again, both wearing workout shirts and jeans. Issac went white, while Regal went black. Menein was wearing a plain brown shirt, and really ripped up jeans. Lastch was wearing a beanie a yellow K2Sting shirt, and light blue jeans. Now Zer0 was quite a show. He looked like a high-schooler's little brother who was being changed to fit a gangster look that was totally unfitting for the cute, little kid look that was befitting of a little kid. His shirt was at least 17 sizes too big and faded gray. His shorts fit him like pants, and he tripped when he walked too fast. Kal's armor had been thinned to mere clothe like plates. Vladimir had the same out fit as Lastch, except his shirt was brown.
"You guys are very skilled hunters," Said Ton, "You are the first ones to try to escape prison and even get to the gates. I'm impressed. Com'on you lot, follow me."
Ton led them to a bookcase, and pulled one book out. It was an entrance to his basement. Within was a gallery of weapons. He led them over to one.
"This is the Maverick Buster," said Ton, showing them a Night Black Photon weapon with what seemed to be a closed eye as part of the photon construct, "I'll tell you what it's for later. Try to wield it."
Issac walked up and grabbed the blade. He quickly swung around, and his face looked shocked.
"Drop it!" yelled Ton.
Issac dropped it and Vahn walked up. He picked up the blade and just held it. He swung it and looked totally in control.
"Hmm. Good work, chap." Said Ton.
Suddenly the Photon eye opened. And Vahn fell to the floor.
He woke up on the platform where he had fought the Soul Reaper.
/I always wondered if someone would stay alive after fighting me./ said a voice echoing in Vahn's head,
"Who the hell are you?!" Yelled Vahn into the darkness surrounding him.
/I'm the Soul Reaper. You fought me less than a day ago. You're lucky that you contracted your soul back with that slash in my chest,/ said the hiss like voice of the Soul Reaper, /Next time you fight me you won't be so lucky./
"What in the name of the Angelic Sniper are you talking about?" of course, Vahn had gotten the nickname Angelic Sniper from the way he looked with his mags.
/You, you don't remember?/ Said the voice in shock, /Oh no, you must be one of those infernal spirit guardians! I must attack the city!/
"Huh?" said Vahn.
/I must attack now!/
Vahn woke up with the Maverick Blade in his hand.
"You okay?" said Regal, "You passed out."
"We have to go back to the residential area. I got us some tickets for the bus in five minutes," Said Issac.
"Hey Vahn, can I talk to you?" said Ton.
"Yeah it better be quick though." Said Vahn.
"Vahn, look at this when you are alone, it'll explain everything. It may be the key to your destiny," said Ton, slipping Vahn a memo pad.
"Okay, later man!" said Vahn.
The party caught the bus, and headed home. Once the meseta had been distributed, the addresses exchanged, Vahn, Issac, Regal and Zer0 headed back to the to Vahn's apartment. Vahn legally owned the apartment, but the whole family except their mom and dad shared it. There mom was dead, and their dad couldn't stand people older than 15, and younger than 25.
One thing about their apartment, the rooms were misshapen and too big. On their first time inside, guests would throw up because they would feel like the rooms were spinning and moving. Zer0 had barfed last night, but had quickly gotten used to it as the rest of them had. The rooms were these, weapon room where they kept their weapons hunter clothes, and such. Then there were the bedrooms, all the same except for beds and such. And then the kitchen, the dining room, and then the entertainment room. The over all construct was odd and always seemed to be changing.
"We're going to the mall plaza in a half-an-hour to meet Elly, we'd better get nice." Said Regal.
"She's just trying to hook you up with one of her friends again," said Issac dully, "Why bother?"
"Because it's a generous offer," Said Regal, glaring at Issac.
"Ugh, well, let's go change," Said Issac.
This was Vahn's chance to look at the memo pad. He walked into his room, and locked the door.
AN: Credit is due where I owe it. First I'd like to thank Zer0, Issac, and Ton, possibly my best friends, for letting me use their Characters, and giving me the idea to write it. All the people a Ragol.co.uk for giving me advice and keeping me relatively sane. And then, Sega and the Sonic Team for making PSO at all. This is my inspiration. Peace out PS Playa's!