Author's note/Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Wild ARMs 3. It all belongs to Media Vision/Sony. Andie Platt however, is mine. Please ask if you wish to use her.
More dark, dreariness again. This is the first dark fic I started to write, and while it's not done yet, uh…I forgot what I was saying. Edge is a very penetrating song. ^_^ Anyway, here it is. Have fun.
Prologue
"Welcome to the Ark of Destiny, traveler."
Andie glanced around at the entrance to the Ark. The room she was in was large, the walls metallic, and it echoed.
"It's good to finally be here. I hate traveling by Sandcraft. Anyway, a member named Albert contacted me and asked me to get here ASAP. Is he around?"
The young woman who had greeted her nodded, said she would retrieve him, and disappeared down the hallway across from the entrance. Andie leaned back against a wall. She didn't have long to wait before Albert came jogging down the corridor. Breaking into a grin, she ran to meet him halfway. Meeting in the middle, the two flung their arms about each other and Albert placed a kiss on Andie's lips.
"It's been too long. I've really missed you, Andie," he said as he took her hand in his and started to lead her down the corridor and to the main chamber of the Ark. "But before we play catch up, I did call you out to perform a service for the Ark. And you are the only one I know who is capable of doing this."
Andie placed her hands on her hips and smiled. "So, what is this super secret job, already?"
"You've heard of the death of the founder, Lamium, right?"
The young Drifter placed a hand on Albert's shoulder as the young man dropped his head sadly, and nodded. "The posters say it was the work of one Virginia Maxwell and her team. Am I right?"
Albert shrugged miserably. "I thought so, but recently, Maya Schroedinger came by to talk, and she has convinced me to reexamine the events of that day."
"So, what do you need me to do?"
"Can you make contact with Lamium's spirit?"
Andie smirked. "I can try, but no guarantees."
Sitting down, Andie closed her eyes and concentrated. "I… can sense the presence of a spirit of some sort…but…" She went rigid, and suddenly, Albert was scared. In the many times he had seen the young woman talk to spirits back in their hometown of Laxisland, he had never seen this occur. He knew she shouldn't be able to channel spirits; she didn't have that kind of power. He ran to her side.
"Andie?" He shook her shoulder in hopes of snapping her out of whatever trance she was in. Her eyes shot open, but remained fixed forward. He backed away, worried and frightened. Andie's brown eyes had gained a reddish tint, only noticeable to those who knew her well.
"Andie?" he asked again.
Her hand went to her side and she calmly drew her ARM, a small pistol. Standing, she turned towards Albert as he backed further away. She took aim.
"What are you doing, Andie?"
She smiled – a disturbing, evil smile – and shot Albert dead.
Turning, she made her way towards the exit, pausing only to kill those Ark of Destiny members stupid enough to try to stop her. Once outside, she holstered her weapon and gazed towards the sky. She smiled as she noticed the blue and red streak crossing the heavens.
"They're heading to Humphrey's Peak, huh?" she muttered to herself. "Great. I couldn't have planned this better had I tried."
Turning, she set her course due northeast, to follow.
More dark, dreariness again. This is the first dark fic I started to write, and while it's not done yet, uh…I forgot what I was saying. Edge is a very penetrating song. ^_^ Anyway, here it is. Have fun.
Prologue
"Welcome to the Ark of Destiny, traveler."
Andie glanced around at the entrance to the Ark. The room she was in was large, the walls metallic, and it echoed.
"It's good to finally be here. I hate traveling by Sandcraft. Anyway, a member named Albert contacted me and asked me to get here ASAP. Is he around?"
The young woman who had greeted her nodded, said she would retrieve him, and disappeared down the hallway across from the entrance. Andie leaned back against a wall. She didn't have long to wait before Albert came jogging down the corridor. Breaking into a grin, she ran to meet him halfway. Meeting in the middle, the two flung their arms about each other and Albert placed a kiss on Andie's lips.
"It's been too long. I've really missed you, Andie," he said as he took her hand in his and started to lead her down the corridor and to the main chamber of the Ark. "But before we play catch up, I did call you out to perform a service for the Ark. And you are the only one I know who is capable of doing this."
Andie placed her hands on her hips and smiled. "So, what is this super secret job, already?"
"You've heard of the death of the founder, Lamium, right?"
The young Drifter placed a hand on Albert's shoulder as the young man dropped his head sadly, and nodded. "The posters say it was the work of one Virginia Maxwell and her team. Am I right?"
Albert shrugged miserably. "I thought so, but recently, Maya Schroedinger came by to talk, and she has convinced me to reexamine the events of that day."
"So, what do you need me to do?"
"Can you make contact with Lamium's spirit?"
Andie smirked. "I can try, but no guarantees."
Sitting down, Andie closed her eyes and concentrated. "I… can sense the presence of a spirit of some sort…but…" She went rigid, and suddenly, Albert was scared. In the many times he had seen the young woman talk to spirits back in their hometown of Laxisland, he had never seen this occur. He knew she shouldn't be able to channel spirits; she didn't have that kind of power. He ran to her side.
"Andie?" He shook her shoulder in hopes of snapping her out of whatever trance she was in. Her eyes shot open, but remained fixed forward. He backed away, worried and frightened. Andie's brown eyes had gained a reddish tint, only noticeable to those who knew her well.
"Andie?" he asked again.
Her hand went to her side and she calmly drew her ARM, a small pistol. Standing, she turned towards Albert as he backed further away. She took aim.
"What are you doing, Andie?"
She smiled – a disturbing, evil smile – and shot Albert dead.
Turning, she made her way towards the exit, pausing only to kill those Ark of Destiny members stupid enough to try to stop her. Once outside, she holstered her weapon and gazed towards the sky. She smiled as she noticed the blue and red streak crossing the heavens.
"They're heading to Humphrey's Peak, huh?" she muttered to herself. "Great. I couldn't have planned this better had I tried."
Turning, she set her course due northeast, to follow.
