All right, Chapter Two is officially here. I have been inspired by the Yu-
Gi-Oh manga and tried to make Seto a little tougher. I hope it works!
And, I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoy typing them! And
I hope they're not as gruesome as I think they are…it's more of an
adventure/romance fic than a purely horror one! Well, read and enjoy! I'm
still unsure about how much graphic violence I'm putting in, so please give
your opinion by reviewing. It's the only way I'll know!
MORE legal blah…
Disclaimer: All names and likeness used in this are property of Yu-Gi-Oh, and of course, all characters from the manga/anime are not mine, no matter how much I wish they were. Oh well, at least, Rena and all other unfamiliar characters are mine! All mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, actually, I used the names Andre and "The Professor" from Michael Chrichton's book Timeline. A very good read, I highly suggest it!
*Note this isn't rated R for extreme romance. It's very gory, very graphic; those with weak constitutions probably shouldn't read it! (Though, the romance thing is probably going to rear its head sometime in the story so wait and see!)
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'One down,' she thought, 'But how many more to go?' The blade skittered away as the body fell back to the pit. Rena snatched it up, holding it at the ready. Two more sprung up from the earth, followed closely by a third. She jumped upon the second one, severing the head with the blade as fast as she possibly could. The face's jaws unhinged in a scream, as it fell back, a look of shock on the face.
'Hard to kill the undead,' thought Rena, as the second sprung up and charged her. She held her blade ready as the zombie-like man thrust at her with his own blade. She parried easily and made a charge of her own. Steel clanged against steel as she battled for her life, hoping reinforcements would arrive soon. She felt a sharp blow on the back of her head, and before she knew it she was eating dirt. She rolled over to see a sword racing for her neck. She rolled out of the way, into another warrior. She was fighting two on one and another bushi was coming out of the crevice. She turned and separated the one unarmed soldier's head from his shoulders, and charged the one she had been fighting before. With a triumphant scream she blew through it, despite its attempts to try and defend itself. A woman came up behind her with long, scraggly hair, a dagger in her weathered hand, and a whip in other, barely grasped by the gnarled fingers and ravaged flesh. She had destroyed at least seven of these creatures by now, and Ryu-Kishin could eat them by the hundreds. So, the question was, how many were so tormented they would come back to kill again? How many soldiers of Pharaoh and Caesar and Alexander would avenge their fallen comrades by stealing her blood? How many? What happened to ten? Four more were up by now, and the harsh, ragged screams of unrest rising from the fissure gave evidence that many more were coming. She turned and thrust, turned and thrust. Turn, thrust, parry, turn, thrust, parry. The bodies were missing hands, arms, feet, legs, some had half of a head, others half of their tongues and eyes. Some were newly dead Egyptian merchants wandering the desert in search of good wares when this ravenous monster came up to greet them with death. Then, she turned around and came face to face with Bria, a freshman student, who had been bright enough to accompany them on the excavation. She had been from the United States, originally from the University of Pennsylvania. She had disappeared a week ago, and when they had called the excavation unit at Thebes, no one had seen a young girl with short, blonde hair, and emerald green eyes. The eyes that faced her now still had Bria's glitter, but the pupil's were gone and the flesh from one of her cheeks was missing, she was covered in claw marks, and looked as though she had been attacked. Rena knew this creature was no longer Bria. It had been dead for days. There was no way she could have survived.
Rena nearly dropped her sword. Hot tears of an untamable fury sprung to her eyes as she slayed two of the monsters nearest to her, but she could not bring herself to destroy the being that had been the young girl that had looked up to Rena so.
"Ryu-Kishin, do you hear me?" she screamed, "Be prepared, because you are SO dead!" She careened around, taking three freshly sprung warriors. With a scream of anguish, and a burst of tears, she turned her sword on Bria. The dead girl ran toward her, yelling and rasping. She tried not to look as her sword went through flesh, through blood, through bone. And still more came. She could no longer take it. She was overcome with weakness. Her knees sank beneath her, and she felt tears and blood staining the sand. This day would not be forgotten she vowed in her heart. She took the legs out from underneath the five soldiers coming near her in a single swipe, and let out a cry as her own skin was cut by a sixth attacker. He slashed at her head, but only cut the forehead. Blood mixed with tears as she attacked and fell. She could no longer fight. It wasn't in her anymore. She fell, eating the sand. Her hand fell upon something. It was a book, a book that read, "My Diary, the Story of Bria Garnett." This was the little book that Bria had always kept by her side, writing and taking notes in it. She picked herself up and held her sword at the ready.
"I'm not going down that easy," she growled.
* * * *
Andre ran back to the campsite, lungs burning as he cried for help. He saw Seto Kaiba's tent a few yards away and raced inside, making the young boy jump. Seto Kaiba laid his hand on his brother's shoulder, and stood to face this rude interruption.
"Excuse me, but I don't think you're allowed in here," Kaiba said with a slight growl in his voice.
"Listen up…Rena's…in trouble. You've got…to…do something!" Andre said between breaths.
"Why should I care if she's in trouble? Tell her to get herself out of it," he replied coolly.
It was all Andre could do to keep himself from introducing that snot to his fist, "Because she said she needed you, she said there was a change in your plans…and now she's being attacked by a bunch of evil, killer zombies!"
Seto laughed, "Evil, killer zombies? You're going to have to do better than that."
"I'm serious, there's a crevice open a mile from here, and now Rena's fighting the undead!" Andre yelled.
Still keeping his composure, Kaiba replied, "What did she say again?"
"That there's been a slight change in your plans, now go!" Andre was nearly jumping up and down with fury.
"Fine," Seto said, amused by this underpaid rat's obvious frustration. He turned and headed out of the tent. There was a dust cloud rising in the northeast, and Seto took off at a run for it.
* * * *
Rena stood, feeling a rage she had never felt before. Screaming and wrath carried about her as she raised a giant cloud from this battle. The screaming had lessened from the gap, so now she was facing the final half. But her legs ached from running, charging, and then more running again. Her arms were weak, now each brandishing it's own sword as her swinging carried on without much success. She was banged up now, and had various scrapes, cuts, bruises, and…general pain coursing through her body. The scene reminded her of one of those old movies they made in the 60's with the killer zombie's and mutated people. There were so many remnants on the ground now it looked like it was a set from a movie with the title, "The Revenge of the Killer Mutant Soldiers…Part Two," or something equally as corny. Then, she started to giggle. She was actually laughing! Her attackers backed away for a moment, unsure of what was going on. Rena grabbed her sides she was laughing so hard.
"Oh my God, that was so stupid!" she kept laughing, "Why would I think of something like that?" She kept up her parade of laughter, until she just fell down. She came up rubbing her head, "Hey, who did that?"
(AUTHOR INTERVENTION: I AM VERY UNHAPPY WITH HOW I WROTE THIS! I COULD NOT THINK OF ANYTHING AND I HAD TO GET SETO IN HERE SOMEHOW. GOMEN NASAI FOR THE HORRIBLE WRITING IN THE PREVIOUS PARAGRAPHS AND IN THE FOLLOWING.)
"What is your problem?" came a voice behind her, "You're insane!"
Rena started to cry again, and got to her feet.
"I don't know," she whispered, "but it scared me. I really felt like I was going crazy." She was badly shaken and bleeding profusely. Seto picked up a sword that had fallen on the ground, and Rena backed up to him.
"Fighting back to back, trust me, it's easier. Now, we wait for them to come to us!" she said. And come they did. Charging from all sides, they came, and yet, both Seto and Rena could take every one of them. The fight wasn't long from there. Seto Kaiba was incredibly strong, and taking out an undead army was a small challenge to him. He knew the big trial would be to face Ryu-Kishin. They slew through many a soldier, and now five were left. Rena was panting. There were remains up to her ankles, and she glanced at Seto Kaiba. He didn't even look phased. He saw how weak she was.
"Listen, the last five aren't going to be a problem. You need to go back to the site," he said.
Rena shook her head, "I'm not going down that easy." With that, she fell, unconscious.
"Great," Seto muttered. He turned on the soldiers, and held his sword ready. Two of the five charged him at once, and came from each side. He jumped out of the way, and pulled a sword from one of the hands, just lying on the ground. To his surprise, the hand actually fought back, but he had broken the grip easily enough and kicked the hand away. He rounded, turned, and charged for the soldiers. They weren't as weak as he had anticipated, so it took a while to figure out their technique. And they were fast. He could catch up with them, but they were actually causing him to break a sweat. Finally, he took a hand off one of the soldiers, and finished him while still fighting the other. Now, his efforts could be focused on the one, and soon, as the second was making his final charge. Seto dodged it, and quickly severed the head from the shoulders. Then, as if by magic the other three woke up and charged. Seto came and met them, stepping back a bit. But still he held steady ground, refusing to retreat. He finally broke through and was able to make a few thrusts of his own, and was successful. He cut off one's torso, followed by the other head, and then finally, with a great slash, slayed the last. Sand blew onto his face, and tasted gritty in his mouth. He turned to the crevice and walked toward it. There was a grumbling below and the sound finally faded. Sand was already starting to cover the bodies, and it took not ten minutes for the harsh memories to be buried, finally giving them the burial they deserved for so long.
(AUTHOR INTERVENTION: PRAISE BE! THE BAD WRITING IS OVER, THE REST WILL BE VERY GOOD, AND I PROMISE IT! AGAIN, GOMEN NASAI FOR THIS INCONVENIENCE, I WILL REWRITE THIS CHAPTER IF I GET AS MANY FLAMES AS I THINK I WILL! BUT IT WAS HARD FOR ME TO CONCENTRATE, MY THANKS TO THOSE WHO HAVE STUCK WITH ME! NON-STOP VIOLENCE IS BORING, AND I WILL MAKE SURE I DO NOT INCLUDE ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN FUTURE CHAPTERS AND FICTIONS.)
"What the flying hell is going on?" Andre said coming up behind Seto. Seto wheeled, holding his blade at Andre's throat.
"Oh, it's you…" Seto started, lowering the blade. He jerked his thumb towards Rena; still lying unconscious on the ground, sand starting to cover her face. Blood was cached around her head, and her breathing was shallow. Dropping the sword, he started off. "Thanks to your little friend, I'm dirty, I'm tired, and I'm pissed," he spat. He walked off to his tent, glaring at the dirt.
"Damn you, you fucking little son of a bitch," Andre muttered under his breath. Looking at the damage he had done though, Andre thought it wise not to say anything to this guy's face. He lifted Rena up in his arms, trying to ignore the fact she fit so perfectly in his grip, and headed back to the site.
At the site, Nazo, the medical supervisor, was having fits.
"Look at her!" she screamed, "She looks like she's been through the apocalypse AND back! I've seen beaten animals that looked better than this!" She started to point out the various injuries, "Look, here's a blood clot from several heavy poundings, there's a gash, not a cut, a GASH on her forehead, she has four cracked ribs…more cuts, more blood." She turned on Andre, "How could you let her get this way?"
Andre flinched back, trying to avoid Nazo's wrath, "It wasn't me! I don't know how she ended up like this, she was just walking, and then we found a crevice, and she almost fell in, and I was able to grab her, but—"
"But nothing, Andre! This isn't an ouch-I-fell-down-bruise! Look at these marks! She was BEATEN!" Nazo was nearly screaming now. She reached for their cordless phone, and tossed it to Andre.
"Call the hospital at Thebes, there the closest from here. Tell them to bring in an emergency chopper. You dial, I can't talk right now," she said. Nazo slumped next to Rena, who was covered in bandages, and salves, an IV in her right arm, and an oxygen mask over her face. There was a heart monitor next to her bedside, pulsing soundly, but the rhythm was spread. Nazo started to cry, and Andre put his hand on her shoulder as he talked to the operator on the other line. "How can we save her?" Nazo said aloud, "She's bleeding to death."
Fifteen minutes later the chopper arrived, and rushed Rena out to Thebes. Andre, and the Professor drove out that way to make sure she'd be all right. Nazo joined them later once she was sure that she would have a fill-in for the time she'd be gone, and went to Thebes a day later.
"Well, how's she doing?" Nazo said, coming through the double doors into the waiting room.
"Better, she's at least breathing without the oxygen, and her bleeding's stopped, but her ribs will still take a month or two to recover. She's off hard-labor until we can get her back into health," the Professor answered. They looked across at Andre who was looking out the window at the glimmering landscape.
"He's stood there, unmoving, for almost two hours," the Professor whispered to Nazo.
"Yeah, he looks almost as if he's in a trance," she remarked. A young Egyptian nurse walked out of the intensive care unit, and Andre woke up from his spell and stopped her, talking to her in a hushed voice. She nodded and walked away. She came back a few minutes later though, holding a clipboard. She showed him several papers, and he again asked her something, sidling up a little closer to her small frame, and whispered something in her ear. To this, the nurse responded by slapping him sharply across the face, and then walking away in a huff.
He walked back over to the Professor and Nazo saying, "Well, she's off any intensive units, but she's still got a couple days to fully recover."
"And why'd she slap ya?" Nazo asked coyly.
"All I did was compliment the lovely her white dress, shapes her well- curved figure," Andre said, rubbing his cheek.
"And…?" Nazo pressed.
"And a six-digit number that I could contact her by later…" Andre said, still rubbing his painful reminder.
"Well, if it isn't the only Mr. Smooth," Nazo said, knocking him upside the head. The Professor only smiled, a small sweat bead running down his face.
~Honnou no Bushi~
Again,
~Gomen nasai!
As a writer, I felt the need to end this before it got any worse. The last third picked it up a little bit, but I'm so sorry for this chapter and the last one. I realize now just how bad they really are. I promise to make it up to everyone who reads this story that from now on, there will be no more violence the way there was in this. It was pointless…and monotonous. It's very rare I ever intervene in my own story, but I felt the need to apologize. If you feel like reviewing, go ahead, but easy on the flames, I'm upset enough as it is about how this chapter turned out. I left out the part were Seto battles Ryu-Kishin to get to more important things. That and I thought it really wouldn't provoke the plot, and it would just add more reckless violence. Sorry if anyone was really looking forward to it. Much greater things are coming in the next chapter.
MORE legal blah…
Disclaimer: All names and likeness used in this are property of Yu-Gi-Oh, and of course, all characters from the manga/anime are not mine, no matter how much I wish they were. Oh well, at least, Rena and all other unfamiliar characters are mine! All mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, actually, I used the names Andre and "The Professor" from Michael Chrichton's book Timeline. A very good read, I highly suggest it!
*Note this isn't rated R for extreme romance. It's very gory, very graphic; those with weak constitutions probably shouldn't read it! (Though, the romance thing is probably going to rear its head sometime in the story so wait and see!)
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'One down,' she thought, 'But how many more to go?' The blade skittered away as the body fell back to the pit. Rena snatched it up, holding it at the ready. Two more sprung up from the earth, followed closely by a third. She jumped upon the second one, severing the head with the blade as fast as she possibly could. The face's jaws unhinged in a scream, as it fell back, a look of shock on the face.
'Hard to kill the undead,' thought Rena, as the second sprung up and charged her. She held her blade ready as the zombie-like man thrust at her with his own blade. She parried easily and made a charge of her own. Steel clanged against steel as she battled for her life, hoping reinforcements would arrive soon. She felt a sharp blow on the back of her head, and before she knew it she was eating dirt. She rolled over to see a sword racing for her neck. She rolled out of the way, into another warrior. She was fighting two on one and another bushi was coming out of the crevice. She turned and separated the one unarmed soldier's head from his shoulders, and charged the one she had been fighting before. With a triumphant scream she blew through it, despite its attempts to try and defend itself. A woman came up behind her with long, scraggly hair, a dagger in her weathered hand, and a whip in other, barely grasped by the gnarled fingers and ravaged flesh. She had destroyed at least seven of these creatures by now, and Ryu-Kishin could eat them by the hundreds. So, the question was, how many were so tormented they would come back to kill again? How many soldiers of Pharaoh and Caesar and Alexander would avenge their fallen comrades by stealing her blood? How many? What happened to ten? Four more were up by now, and the harsh, ragged screams of unrest rising from the fissure gave evidence that many more were coming. She turned and thrust, turned and thrust. Turn, thrust, parry, turn, thrust, parry. The bodies were missing hands, arms, feet, legs, some had half of a head, others half of their tongues and eyes. Some were newly dead Egyptian merchants wandering the desert in search of good wares when this ravenous monster came up to greet them with death. Then, she turned around and came face to face with Bria, a freshman student, who had been bright enough to accompany them on the excavation. She had been from the United States, originally from the University of Pennsylvania. She had disappeared a week ago, and when they had called the excavation unit at Thebes, no one had seen a young girl with short, blonde hair, and emerald green eyes. The eyes that faced her now still had Bria's glitter, but the pupil's were gone and the flesh from one of her cheeks was missing, she was covered in claw marks, and looked as though she had been attacked. Rena knew this creature was no longer Bria. It had been dead for days. There was no way she could have survived.
Rena nearly dropped her sword. Hot tears of an untamable fury sprung to her eyes as she slayed two of the monsters nearest to her, but she could not bring herself to destroy the being that had been the young girl that had looked up to Rena so.
"Ryu-Kishin, do you hear me?" she screamed, "Be prepared, because you are SO dead!" She careened around, taking three freshly sprung warriors. With a scream of anguish, and a burst of tears, she turned her sword on Bria. The dead girl ran toward her, yelling and rasping. She tried not to look as her sword went through flesh, through blood, through bone. And still more came. She could no longer take it. She was overcome with weakness. Her knees sank beneath her, and she felt tears and blood staining the sand. This day would not be forgotten she vowed in her heart. She took the legs out from underneath the five soldiers coming near her in a single swipe, and let out a cry as her own skin was cut by a sixth attacker. He slashed at her head, but only cut the forehead. Blood mixed with tears as she attacked and fell. She could no longer fight. It wasn't in her anymore. She fell, eating the sand. Her hand fell upon something. It was a book, a book that read, "My Diary, the Story of Bria Garnett." This was the little book that Bria had always kept by her side, writing and taking notes in it. She picked herself up and held her sword at the ready.
"I'm not going down that easy," she growled.
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Andre ran back to the campsite, lungs burning as he cried for help. He saw Seto Kaiba's tent a few yards away and raced inside, making the young boy jump. Seto Kaiba laid his hand on his brother's shoulder, and stood to face this rude interruption.
"Excuse me, but I don't think you're allowed in here," Kaiba said with a slight growl in his voice.
"Listen up…Rena's…in trouble. You've got…to…do something!" Andre said between breaths.
"Why should I care if she's in trouble? Tell her to get herself out of it," he replied coolly.
It was all Andre could do to keep himself from introducing that snot to his fist, "Because she said she needed you, she said there was a change in your plans…and now she's being attacked by a bunch of evil, killer zombies!"
Seto laughed, "Evil, killer zombies? You're going to have to do better than that."
"I'm serious, there's a crevice open a mile from here, and now Rena's fighting the undead!" Andre yelled.
Still keeping his composure, Kaiba replied, "What did she say again?"
"That there's been a slight change in your plans, now go!" Andre was nearly jumping up and down with fury.
"Fine," Seto said, amused by this underpaid rat's obvious frustration. He turned and headed out of the tent. There was a dust cloud rising in the northeast, and Seto took off at a run for it.
* * * *
Rena stood, feeling a rage she had never felt before. Screaming and wrath carried about her as she raised a giant cloud from this battle. The screaming had lessened from the gap, so now she was facing the final half. But her legs ached from running, charging, and then more running again. Her arms were weak, now each brandishing it's own sword as her swinging carried on without much success. She was banged up now, and had various scrapes, cuts, bruises, and…general pain coursing through her body. The scene reminded her of one of those old movies they made in the 60's with the killer zombie's and mutated people. There were so many remnants on the ground now it looked like it was a set from a movie with the title, "The Revenge of the Killer Mutant Soldiers…Part Two," or something equally as corny. Then, she started to giggle. She was actually laughing! Her attackers backed away for a moment, unsure of what was going on. Rena grabbed her sides she was laughing so hard.
"Oh my God, that was so stupid!" she kept laughing, "Why would I think of something like that?" She kept up her parade of laughter, until she just fell down. She came up rubbing her head, "Hey, who did that?"
(AUTHOR INTERVENTION: I AM VERY UNHAPPY WITH HOW I WROTE THIS! I COULD NOT THINK OF ANYTHING AND I HAD TO GET SETO IN HERE SOMEHOW. GOMEN NASAI FOR THE HORRIBLE WRITING IN THE PREVIOUS PARAGRAPHS AND IN THE FOLLOWING.)
"What is your problem?" came a voice behind her, "You're insane!"
Rena started to cry again, and got to her feet.
"I don't know," she whispered, "but it scared me. I really felt like I was going crazy." She was badly shaken and bleeding profusely. Seto picked up a sword that had fallen on the ground, and Rena backed up to him.
"Fighting back to back, trust me, it's easier. Now, we wait for them to come to us!" she said. And come they did. Charging from all sides, they came, and yet, both Seto and Rena could take every one of them. The fight wasn't long from there. Seto Kaiba was incredibly strong, and taking out an undead army was a small challenge to him. He knew the big trial would be to face Ryu-Kishin. They slew through many a soldier, and now five were left. Rena was panting. There were remains up to her ankles, and she glanced at Seto Kaiba. He didn't even look phased. He saw how weak she was.
"Listen, the last five aren't going to be a problem. You need to go back to the site," he said.
Rena shook her head, "I'm not going down that easy." With that, she fell, unconscious.
"Great," Seto muttered. He turned on the soldiers, and held his sword ready. Two of the five charged him at once, and came from each side. He jumped out of the way, and pulled a sword from one of the hands, just lying on the ground. To his surprise, the hand actually fought back, but he had broken the grip easily enough and kicked the hand away. He rounded, turned, and charged for the soldiers. They weren't as weak as he had anticipated, so it took a while to figure out their technique. And they were fast. He could catch up with them, but they were actually causing him to break a sweat. Finally, he took a hand off one of the soldiers, and finished him while still fighting the other. Now, his efforts could be focused on the one, and soon, as the second was making his final charge. Seto dodged it, and quickly severed the head from the shoulders. Then, as if by magic the other three woke up and charged. Seto came and met them, stepping back a bit. But still he held steady ground, refusing to retreat. He finally broke through and was able to make a few thrusts of his own, and was successful. He cut off one's torso, followed by the other head, and then finally, with a great slash, slayed the last. Sand blew onto his face, and tasted gritty in his mouth. He turned to the crevice and walked toward it. There was a grumbling below and the sound finally faded. Sand was already starting to cover the bodies, and it took not ten minutes for the harsh memories to be buried, finally giving them the burial they deserved for so long.
(AUTHOR INTERVENTION: PRAISE BE! THE BAD WRITING IS OVER, THE REST WILL BE VERY GOOD, AND I PROMISE IT! AGAIN, GOMEN NASAI FOR THIS INCONVENIENCE, I WILL REWRITE THIS CHAPTER IF I GET AS MANY FLAMES AS I THINK I WILL! BUT IT WAS HARD FOR ME TO CONCENTRATE, MY THANKS TO THOSE WHO HAVE STUCK WITH ME! NON-STOP VIOLENCE IS BORING, AND I WILL MAKE SURE I DO NOT INCLUDE ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN FUTURE CHAPTERS AND FICTIONS.)
"What the flying hell is going on?" Andre said coming up behind Seto. Seto wheeled, holding his blade at Andre's throat.
"Oh, it's you…" Seto started, lowering the blade. He jerked his thumb towards Rena; still lying unconscious on the ground, sand starting to cover her face. Blood was cached around her head, and her breathing was shallow. Dropping the sword, he started off. "Thanks to your little friend, I'm dirty, I'm tired, and I'm pissed," he spat. He walked off to his tent, glaring at the dirt.
"Damn you, you fucking little son of a bitch," Andre muttered under his breath. Looking at the damage he had done though, Andre thought it wise not to say anything to this guy's face. He lifted Rena up in his arms, trying to ignore the fact she fit so perfectly in his grip, and headed back to the site.
At the site, Nazo, the medical supervisor, was having fits.
"Look at her!" she screamed, "She looks like she's been through the apocalypse AND back! I've seen beaten animals that looked better than this!" She started to point out the various injuries, "Look, here's a blood clot from several heavy poundings, there's a gash, not a cut, a GASH on her forehead, she has four cracked ribs…more cuts, more blood." She turned on Andre, "How could you let her get this way?"
Andre flinched back, trying to avoid Nazo's wrath, "It wasn't me! I don't know how she ended up like this, she was just walking, and then we found a crevice, and she almost fell in, and I was able to grab her, but—"
"But nothing, Andre! This isn't an ouch-I-fell-down-bruise! Look at these marks! She was BEATEN!" Nazo was nearly screaming now. She reached for their cordless phone, and tossed it to Andre.
"Call the hospital at Thebes, there the closest from here. Tell them to bring in an emergency chopper. You dial, I can't talk right now," she said. Nazo slumped next to Rena, who was covered in bandages, and salves, an IV in her right arm, and an oxygen mask over her face. There was a heart monitor next to her bedside, pulsing soundly, but the rhythm was spread. Nazo started to cry, and Andre put his hand on her shoulder as he talked to the operator on the other line. "How can we save her?" Nazo said aloud, "She's bleeding to death."
Fifteen minutes later the chopper arrived, and rushed Rena out to Thebes. Andre, and the Professor drove out that way to make sure she'd be all right. Nazo joined them later once she was sure that she would have a fill-in for the time she'd be gone, and went to Thebes a day later.
"Well, how's she doing?" Nazo said, coming through the double doors into the waiting room.
"Better, she's at least breathing without the oxygen, and her bleeding's stopped, but her ribs will still take a month or two to recover. She's off hard-labor until we can get her back into health," the Professor answered. They looked across at Andre who was looking out the window at the glimmering landscape.
"He's stood there, unmoving, for almost two hours," the Professor whispered to Nazo.
"Yeah, he looks almost as if he's in a trance," she remarked. A young Egyptian nurse walked out of the intensive care unit, and Andre woke up from his spell and stopped her, talking to her in a hushed voice. She nodded and walked away. She came back a few minutes later though, holding a clipboard. She showed him several papers, and he again asked her something, sidling up a little closer to her small frame, and whispered something in her ear. To this, the nurse responded by slapping him sharply across the face, and then walking away in a huff.
He walked back over to the Professor and Nazo saying, "Well, she's off any intensive units, but she's still got a couple days to fully recover."
"And why'd she slap ya?" Nazo asked coyly.
"All I did was compliment the lovely her white dress, shapes her well- curved figure," Andre said, rubbing his cheek.
"And…?" Nazo pressed.
"And a six-digit number that I could contact her by later…" Andre said, still rubbing his painful reminder.
"Well, if it isn't the only Mr. Smooth," Nazo said, knocking him upside the head. The Professor only smiled, a small sweat bead running down his face.
~Honnou no Bushi~
Again,
~Gomen nasai!
As a writer, I felt the need to end this before it got any worse. The last third picked it up a little bit, but I'm so sorry for this chapter and the last one. I realize now just how bad they really are. I promise to make it up to everyone who reads this story that from now on, there will be no more violence the way there was in this. It was pointless…and monotonous. It's very rare I ever intervene in my own story, but I felt the need to apologize. If you feel like reviewing, go ahead, but easy on the flames, I'm upset enough as it is about how this chapter turned out. I left out the part were Seto battles Ryu-Kishin to get to more important things. That and I thought it really wouldn't provoke the plot, and it would just add more reckless violence. Sorry if anyone was really looking forward to it. Much greater things are coming in the next chapter.