Authors Note: Here's your next chapter.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Zelda.
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Chapter 15
Half of the day had come and gone. Inside his room, Link lay on his bed, keeping his eyes shut tight. He was trying his hardest to sleep, but he was having trouble. Every now and then, something would wind up bothering him.
At first, it was the sun. Link quickly fixed that annoyance by covering up his window with the wardrobe in his room. After he was satisfied that no sun was breaking through, Link had attempted to sleep again in the darkness.
Then, Link found he had trouble getting comfortable. He shifted around for about a half hour before getting in just the right position.
Now...Link was having trouble putting his thoughts away. No matter what he did, he couldn't stop thinking about all he had experienced since yesterday. How much hate had he expressed since he left Termina?
One person rose to the top of his list of people he now hated. The King of Keystone. There was no denying the fact that Link wanted the King to suffer. The King was nothing more than a man destined to die lonely...destined to die by someone he had wronged.
Link thought about Cyrus. If the conditions had been different, and there were no guards in the room...would he have tried to merder the King?
Link knew Cyrus would...if he ever got the chance. Then another thought came to Link's mind.
"Would I have murdered the King if I had the chance?" he thought.
The answer was clear and obvious. For the protection of others... Yes...Link would most likely kill the King of the opportunity arose. The taste of Link's cold, steel blade would be too good for the King... Link would make him suffer...
The King cared about nobody but himself...
Link silently vowed that if he ever had the chance...he would make the King suffer...even if it did lead to murder...
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Link soon found out he had ended up falling asleep after all. Next time he opened his eyes, he could no longer hear any sound in the rooms next to him, and there were no more noises in the hallway. A quick inspection behind the wardrobe told Link that night had finally come.
The young hero was surprised. He had expected Tifa or Shia to come by sometime.
Shrugging off the thought, Link moved the wardrobe out of the way as quietly as he could. After he had it placed in the proper area, Link opened the wardrobe and pulled out a rope.
Link had swiped the rope from the kitchen earlier that day. The rope had been used as a way of transporting food throughout the kitchen on small carts.
Throwing the rope over his shoulder, Link quickly exited his room through the window, making sure he had locked his door first. He moved into the shadows of the castle, moving silently, but as quickly as he could. Another ten minutes, and he'd be helping Cyrus break out.
After stepping off of the grass, and on to the road, the green clad hero felt a lot closer to his goal. Just a few more minutes, and he'd be at the Jail.
As soon as Link crossed the road and turned around the side of the first building, he noticed something wrong. Something very wrong that could very well stop him from freeing Cyrus and Crystal.
Soldiers were patrolling the streets... Not just one or two soldiers, but nearly 3 seperate groups of 2 soldiers from what Link saw, were posted at a house, or a corner. Shocked, Link jumped back into the shadows as quickly as he could before they could see him.
Why were soldiers there? Why now? They hadn't been there last night... Link didn't know what was going on.
While Link was thinking, a strange event occured. Out of nowhere, a man walked street. No...not walked, wobbled is more like it. Link instantly recognized the signs that the man was drunk. In one hand, he had a bottle, and in his other hand, he was dragging a dark brown cloak.
The soldier's nearest to the drunk man confronted him.
"What are you doing out? Didn't you hear about the lockdown? There's the possibility of an attack tonight," said one of the soldiers sternly.
The drunk man swayed back and forth for a moment, then looked up at the two soldiers, as if noticing them for the first time.
"Whoa! Helloooo there shir. *Hic* Are you here to help me? I think I wush at a party...were you there too? *Hic*" the Drunk said, slurring his words.
"Great...another drunk..." said the Soldier to his partner.
"Are you my father? I thought *Hic* you looked familiar!" exclaimed the Drunk proudly. "Hey everyone! Look! My father!" said the Drunk to nobody in particular. He walked up and put his arm around the Soldier's neck.
"C'mon! We gotsh some catchin' up to do!" slurred the Drunk.
The Soldier grabbed the man, and shoved him towards his partner. "Send him on his way..." was all he said. The second soldier nodded and grabbed the man by his shoulders.
"Eh? Father? Who'sh this? My *Hic* brother? You mean I have one? Oh joy!" said the Drunk, half smiling, half trying to finish off his liquor. The soldier holding him by his shoulders marched him in the direction of Link.
Alarmed, Link stood as still as he could. He hoped the shadows would keep him hidden, even as close as they were to him now.
"Now get out of here! I don't want to see your face again!" muttered the Soldier, pushing the drunk man at a house.
The drunk swiveled around. "Brother! Thish ish your *Hic* houshe? I'll vishit you *Hic* right now!" he said. Then he walked up to the door, leaned up against it, and fell asleep.
The soldier shook his head, and walked away. When the soldier reached his post, Link sprung into action. He moved quickly to where the Drunk was sleeping.
"Sorry...but I think I'll need this more than you need it," said Link, taking the Drunk's cloak from him. The Drunk just continued sleeping.
Link flung the cloak around him, covering up everything but his face. He made sure the rope was out of view as well. As soon as he was convinced everything was hidden, he walked calmly out in the open.
It took a moment for the guards to notice Link. The first group of guards called to him, telling him to stop. Acting surprised, Link froze, and waited for the soldiers to approach him.
"What are you doing out here? You should be at home," said the Lead Guard when they stopped in front of Link.
Link tried to act as calm as possible. "Oh? Well, actually... That's just where I was going. My house is that way," the Hero said, pointing in the direction he was walking.
The soldier nodded. "Move along then. Don't walk slowly," he stated, then walked back to his post with his partner.
Link breathed a sigh of relief. His plan worked...at least, this time. As quickly as he could, he ran past the other groups of guards in this area. They just nodded at him as he passed, because they saw the first group of guards let him go freely.
The Hero had a few more groups of guards to convince that he was going to his house. They let him go free as well, but not before warning him that he had better stay at his house.
Finally Link came to the fountain. He looked down the road at the Jail, and groaned.
The Jail was being heavily guarded as well.
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JokersSpecter: Woohoo! 15 chapters!
Now, I know that I've been known to neglect updates in the past, but I promise, as long as my computer works and I still have my fingers, I will update regularly. Just...don't...uh... Not review... Cause I really enjoy writing this story, as well as reading how much you guys like it.
Now...I've been thinking of actually cutting this story in half, and making a sequel instead of finishing the whole storyline in just this story. Why? Cause sequel's are fun!
Still...if I did that, then the title wouldn't make too much sense...
And yes...the title does have a meaning. ^^
JokersSpecter@hotmail.com - E-mail me for whatever... Or add me to MSN Messanger if you wish to talk to me about anything.
Review!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Zelda.
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Chapter 15
Half of the day had come and gone. Inside his room, Link lay on his bed, keeping his eyes shut tight. He was trying his hardest to sleep, but he was having trouble. Every now and then, something would wind up bothering him.
At first, it was the sun. Link quickly fixed that annoyance by covering up his window with the wardrobe in his room. After he was satisfied that no sun was breaking through, Link had attempted to sleep again in the darkness.
Then, Link found he had trouble getting comfortable. He shifted around for about a half hour before getting in just the right position.
Now...Link was having trouble putting his thoughts away. No matter what he did, he couldn't stop thinking about all he had experienced since yesterday. How much hate had he expressed since he left Termina?
One person rose to the top of his list of people he now hated. The King of Keystone. There was no denying the fact that Link wanted the King to suffer. The King was nothing more than a man destined to die lonely...destined to die by someone he had wronged.
Link thought about Cyrus. If the conditions had been different, and there were no guards in the room...would he have tried to merder the King?
Link knew Cyrus would...if he ever got the chance. Then another thought came to Link's mind.
"Would I have murdered the King if I had the chance?" he thought.
The answer was clear and obvious. For the protection of others... Yes...Link would most likely kill the King of the opportunity arose. The taste of Link's cold, steel blade would be too good for the King... Link would make him suffer...
The King cared about nobody but himself...
Link silently vowed that if he ever had the chance...he would make the King suffer...even if it did lead to murder...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Link soon found out he had ended up falling asleep after all. Next time he opened his eyes, he could no longer hear any sound in the rooms next to him, and there were no more noises in the hallway. A quick inspection behind the wardrobe told Link that night had finally come.
The young hero was surprised. He had expected Tifa or Shia to come by sometime.
Shrugging off the thought, Link moved the wardrobe out of the way as quietly as he could. After he had it placed in the proper area, Link opened the wardrobe and pulled out a rope.
Link had swiped the rope from the kitchen earlier that day. The rope had been used as a way of transporting food throughout the kitchen on small carts.
Throwing the rope over his shoulder, Link quickly exited his room through the window, making sure he had locked his door first. He moved into the shadows of the castle, moving silently, but as quickly as he could. Another ten minutes, and he'd be helping Cyrus break out.
After stepping off of the grass, and on to the road, the green clad hero felt a lot closer to his goal. Just a few more minutes, and he'd be at the Jail.
As soon as Link crossed the road and turned around the side of the first building, he noticed something wrong. Something very wrong that could very well stop him from freeing Cyrus and Crystal.
Soldiers were patrolling the streets... Not just one or two soldiers, but nearly 3 seperate groups of 2 soldiers from what Link saw, were posted at a house, or a corner. Shocked, Link jumped back into the shadows as quickly as he could before they could see him.
Why were soldiers there? Why now? They hadn't been there last night... Link didn't know what was going on.
While Link was thinking, a strange event occured. Out of nowhere, a man walked street. No...not walked, wobbled is more like it. Link instantly recognized the signs that the man was drunk. In one hand, he had a bottle, and in his other hand, he was dragging a dark brown cloak.
The soldier's nearest to the drunk man confronted him.
"What are you doing out? Didn't you hear about the lockdown? There's the possibility of an attack tonight," said one of the soldiers sternly.
The drunk man swayed back and forth for a moment, then looked up at the two soldiers, as if noticing them for the first time.
"Whoa! Helloooo there shir. *Hic* Are you here to help me? I think I wush at a party...were you there too? *Hic*" the Drunk said, slurring his words.
"Great...another drunk..." said the Soldier to his partner.
"Are you my father? I thought *Hic* you looked familiar!" exclaimed the Drunk proudly. "Hey everyone! Look! My father!" said the Drunk to nobody in particular. He walked up and put his arm around the Soldier's neck.
"C'mon! We gotsh some catchin' up to do!" slurred the Drunk.
The Soldier grabbed the man, and shoved him towards his partner. "Send him on his way..." was all he said. The second soldier nodded and grabbed the man by his shoulders.
"Eh? Father? Who'sh this? My *Hic* brother? You mean I have one? Oh joy!" said the Drunk, half smiling, half trying to finish off his liquor. The soldier holding him by his shoulders marched him in the direction of Link.
Alarmed, Link stood as still as he could. He hoped the shadows would keep him hidden, even as close as they were to him now.
"Now get out of here! I don't want to see your face again!" muttered the Soldier, pushing the drunk man at a house.
The drunk swiveled around. "Brother! Thish ish your *Hic* houshe? I'll vishit you *Hic* right now!" he said. Then he walked up to the door, leaned up against it, and fell asleep.
The soldier shook his head, and walked away. When the soldier reached his post, Link sprung into action. He moved quickly to where the Drunk was sleeping.
"Sorry...but I think I'll need this more than you need it," said Link, taking the Drunk's cloak from him. The Drunk just continued sleeping.
Link flung the cloak around him, covering up everything but his face. He made sure the rope was out of view as well. As soon as he was convinced everything was hidden, he walked calmly out in the open.
It took a moment for the guards to notice Link. The first group of guards called to him, telling him to stop. Acting surprised, Link froze, and waited for the soldiers to approach him.
"What are you doing out here? You should be at home," said the Lead Guard when they stopped in front of Link.
Link tried to act as calm as possible. "Oh? Well, actually... That's just where I was going. My house is that way," the Hero said, pointing in the direction he was walking.
The soldier nodded. "Move along then. Don't walk slowly," he stated, then walked back to his post with his partner.
Link breathed a sigh of relief. His plan worked...at least, this time. As quickly as he could, he ran past the other groups of guards in this area. They just nodded at him as he passed, because they saw the first group of guards let him go freely.
The Hero had a few more groups of guards to convince that he was going to his house. They let him go free as well, but not before warning him that he had better stay at his house.
Finally Link came to the fountain. He looked down the road at the Jail, and groaned.
The Jail was being heavily guarded as well.
_______________________________________________________________________________________
JokersSpecter: Woohoo! 15 chapters!
Now, I know that I've been known to neglect updates in the past, but I promise, as long as my computer works and I still have my fingers, I will update regularly. Just...don't...uh... Not review... Cause I really enjoy writing this story, as well as reading how much you guys like it.
Now...I've been thinking of actually cutting this story in half, and making a sequel instead of finishing the whole storyline in just this story. Why? Cause sequel's are fun!
Still...if I did that, then the title wouldn't make too much sense...
And yes...the title does have a meaning. ^^
JokersSpecter@hotmail.com - E-mail me for whatever... Or add me to MSN Messanger if you wish to talk to me about anything.
Review!
