Reunion
Chapter 7
The prison was dark and dry. The walls were over five feet of solid concrete surrounding each individual cell, and the steel bars were impossible to bend. Hunched over in the corner of the furthest cell Nigel Kirkland listened to the sounds creeping down the long hallway. Just bangs, and mumbling from time to time, but the sounds he heard reminded him that he was still alive. Still clinging to life.
He had endured weeks of torture; his shredded clothing soaked in dried blood, and his body so sore and bruised it hurt to move. He hadn't eaten in days, how many, he didn't know. It was constant living in almost complete darkness, and he wondered if he would ever see real light again. As he tried to shift his arm, he knew he wouldn't get the chance. He was too weak to move.
The sounds, the murmuring above, they were becoming clear. Murmurs became actual speech, a down talking guard and a woman's voice. Sylia. Nigel's eyes shot open, straining to see her.
"Where are you taking me?" Sylia's voice was stern, yet clearly scared.
"Shut up whore, another word and you'll regret it," The guard threatened.
"Where are you taking me!" She screamed in response, the sound of her struggling shuffling through the prison. Then she shrieked as the halls laid out in front of Nigel lit up with a pale blue light. Nigel could see Sylia, screaming, the guard with a taser gun burning her flesh.
"No!" He managed to yell out. It hurt more than he could have ever imagined, but he managed to fall forward reaching out towards Sylia. The guard opened up Nigel's cell and threw Sylia in.
"Reunited, but was it worth it?" The guard mocked, laughing as he walked away. Sylia lay on the cell floor weeping miserably. Nigel pushed himself back off the floor, gritting his teeth tighter with every centimeter of moment.
"Sylia..." He whispered after sitting back up against the wall.
"Nigel?"
"I'm so sorry" Nigel apologized right away. Sylia crawled across the dark cell until her hands fell upon Nigel's cold skin. She hugged him, and cried on his shoulder.
"I failed you." Sylia cried, "And now...."
"Shhh," Nigel comforted, "It doesn't really matter, I'm not going to make it out of here, I never was going to."
"Don't say that!" Sylia screeched, "We still have a chance. Linna, Priss, Nene... We have a chance."
"Sylia, I never told you..." Nigel whispered, obviously in pain by talking, "I love you."
"Don't do this, not now, damn it!" Sylia cried, clutching onto him as if she would die if she let go, "Don't be saying your good byes!"
In the 'Terrorist' compound
Linna and Priss were showed to a couple of separate rooms. Linna was hesitant to leave Priss, but Priss didn't seem to care one way or another. That just frustrated Linna, so she did. In her room, that was actually a lot more like a dormitory, she began wondering about that kiss again. Priss never acknowledged it, not in a good or bad way. She almost wished Priss had yelled at her for it, at least then she would know what Priss was thinking.
The door opened and the man that had found them in hiding walked in. He looked a lot friendlier with out the gun aimed at her. Well, as friendly as a city punk can look at least.
"Imaj would like to speak with you if you have the time." He said politely.
"Um, sure I guess," Linna answered, "It's not like I have anything better to do in here."
Back into the prison
"Nigel?" Sylia whimpered. He hadn't uttered a word in the last few minutes that had seemed like an eternity.
"Yeh" He responded ever so quietly.
"Don't leave me..."
"Syl-, uh," He tried with every ounce of energy he had to say this, "Evrythin, is messed up."
"I know, I know...." Sylia cried again, "At least we're together right?"
"No, lstin, you can't trust- "He coughed, the cough making his lungs feel like a million needles just pierced through them. Silence fell between them again as Sylia waited for him to finish. As he grew still, and hadn't finished, she began to panic again.
"I can't trust who?" Sylia nudged him softly, with the utmost care.
"No" He coughed again, "any"
"Can't trust anyone? No one?" Sylia questioned. He didn't answer so she nudged him again softly. There was no response. She laid her head on his shoulder. His energy was low; she wouldn't make him speak any longer. The minutes grew long very quickly though, and she began to worry again.
"Nigel?" She asked the same way she had before. He didn't respond. Her heart raced faster, her head was spinning. She ran her hand across his face, he didn't move at all. She was scared, worried. She nudged, and then shook him. He wasn't responding, she put her head to his chest, listening for any heartbeat. Any bum, bum, bum, bum, any that would let her know everything was fine. There was nothing.
She screamed and slammed her fists down on his chest. Tears flooding out of her eyes, she kept beating on him. Screaming about and cursing everyone, everything.
Again, in the Terrorist compound
The friendly punk walked with Linna over to another room, which appeared to be the 'office' of this underground operation. Imaj was sitting in the large spinning leather chair behind the desk.
"Can I watch?" The punk joked.
"Get out of here." Imaj sneered at him. He waved a hand at her, like 'aw you're no fun', and left Linna alone with this scary purple haired girl.
Linna looked for words in her head, and only found thoughts of Priss again. It always went back to Priss, how was she suppose to save Nene, Sylia, Nigel, and the world if she couldn't get her mind off of Priss? She shook her head.
"Are you alright?" Imaj asked, with a surprising amount of concern in her voice.
"Uh, yeah." Linna nodded, "You wanted to speak with me?"
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" Imaj laughed. This confused Linna, as this villainous terrorist was being so.... Friendly.
"That's what that guy said anyway." Linna said in defense, just in case this was some kind of trick.
"I asked him to go get you for me," Imaj clarified, "I didn't have all that much to really speak to you about..."
"... then why?"
"I'm not very good at talking with attractive girls, like yourself, Linna, right?" Imaj blushed. Linna gawked.
"Um, yeah, Linna." Linna said, trying to understand this as fast as it was coming at her. Did the terrorist just hit on her? No, she couldn't have? Sylia said something like that when they first met too. Maybe the terrorist was trying to recruit her.
"That's a good name." Imaj said, "Good name, pretty face, nice body, you have a boyfriend, right?"
"No." Linna answered quickly. The idea of a boyfriend was just outrageous to her. Like her father always asking if she was getting married yet. The question itself made her rather angry.
"Girlfriend then?" Imaj said, as if someone without a boyfriend must have a girlfriend. Linna blushed.
"No." She said a lot quieter than she had said no last time. Imaj grinned. The door swung open behind Linna and the two guards that had been sent to retrieve Mackie stood in the door with him.
"Linna?" Mackie said, overjoyed to see a familiar face. He hadn't fought the guards at all, so he was free to run over and give her a hug.
"Mackie!" Linna returned the hug.
"Humph." Imaj grunted, "I hate to break up your reunion... but I'm gonna need to speak with the kid alone." Imaj's tone returned to her leader bitch style that had freaked Linna out initially. Linna scuffled Makie's hair.
"Okay, hey Makie when you get done in here come find me okay?"
"Sure thing." He nodded.
Linna was taken back out into the hall, and the Guards left Makie and Imaj alone to talk.
"Your sister's life may depend on what you can tell me kid, so, please tell me everything you know in the whole and full truth." Imaj said.
Priss' area
Priss pulled out the small black phone Nene had given her. She had hidden it in her hand with a minor slide of hand trick while the guards searched her. They took Linna's, but Priss wasn't quite ready to let these bastards control her. Now she wondered who she could call.
If she did call Leon he would be out here on the next plane, no doubt. Did she really want to ask him for help? She had just told him how much she missed fighting, and being with the others. Then things get a little sticky and she cries to him for help? That just seemed weak to do. She tossed the phone back and forth between her hands.
If Leon came out here, and Linna was still being so desperately forward with her crush she may have to break up a fight. Ironically Linna could probably hold up pretty well against Leon in a fistfight. Priss laid back on her bed and smirked at the idea of the two of them beating the crap out of each other to impress her. People could be so stupid sometimes.
"Priss?" Linna's voice came from the door, Priss looked over to it; Linna had opened it and peeked her head in.
"Hey what's up?" Priss sat up, and gestured for her to come in.
Linna closed the door and leaned against it, "I think that terrorist just hit on me..."
"You didn't slap him did you?" Priss teased.
"Her, it was their leader." Linna whispered obviously embarrassed.
"Ah, in that case," Priss said sarcastically, "Why didn't you go for it?"
"What!?" Linna exclaimed, "Why?"
"I was joking."
"Oh heh-heh...." Linna sweat-dropped. Priss waved the little black phone in the air, "You still have it?"
"Yeah." Priss smiled, "Just a few digits and we could have someone here to get us out."
"We can't call Nene." Linna reminded.
"I was thinking Leon, actually."
"Leon?" Linna squeaked. Priss wanted to laugh; there really would be a fight if she were to do that. She wouldn't be calling Leon any time soon.
"Yeah, maybe. I don't know, we could just call the local authorities."
"I think we should just wait, maybe these people could help us." Linna said.
"Help us? Linna, we are their prisoners."
"Maybe."
Prison Cell
Sylia was hunched over Nigel, sobbing like a child who just lost their puppy. Nene kneed down next to the bars. Nigel was moving, and Nene wondered how long he had been in there like that.
"Sylia" She whispered. She didn't react to her, so she said it a little louder, "Sylia"
Sylia looked up. There was someone at the bars; in the darkness she couldn't tell much.
"Sylia, it's me Nene."
"He's dead." Sylia said coldly, "They killed him"
"I'm sorry Sylia..." Nene said quietly, "I wish it hadn't turned out like this, but I still need you to be with me okay?"
Sylia crawled over to the bars, getting a better look at Nene. She leaned on the bars and continued to weep. Nene slipped an arm through the bars and wrapped it around Sylia's shoulder.
In the compound
Priss and Linna were asked to meet with everyone in the main room, the one the firefight had happened in. They stood there waiting for whatever was going to happen. Mackie walked up and stood next to Linna. He looked distressed, but still calm as can be. Imaj walked into the center of the room and called for silence.
"You may have wondered who we are exactly." Imaj announced, "We are The Revolution. ACTIVISTS, not terrorists, not bad guys. We're standing up for what people should be standing up for. Our government has become corrupt, don't, get me wrong not all facets of the government are messed up, just some. One being the Phantom Drake, which your friend Nene Romanova works for. The Phantom Drake has been a big part of projects including an evasion of personal privacy leading to disappearances, and the death of many foreign citizens, and even many within our own country. This sanction of The Revolution is here to stop them. This current project most alarming..."
"What project?" One of the grunts asked freely.
"Boomers, like those in Tokyo, made secretly. These machines will be taking over our lives, and the government can just send machines in to do the dirty work for them. We can't allow this to happen, I wish we could have held Romanova longer. It sounds like she's playing both sides, I'm curious to see what she would be like as one of us."
"What will we do?" Another grunt asked.
"Knight Sabers." Imaj grinned directly at Priss and Linna, "We've got the Knight Sabers, right?"
"Wait, how did you know that?" Linna asked.
"I told her." Makie said, "We have to save Nene and Sylia."
"We aren't Knight Sabers." Priss said, "We don't have hard suits."
"DJ" Imaj yelled, a young man with spiked red hair that evened out into a short Mohawk stepped up to the center of the room and Imaj fell back into the group.
"Ahem." DJ cleared his throat and clicked a button on a small little remote he held in his hand. All the walls in the room lit up with graphics. Looking around Linna and Priss could see scatter bits and pieces of information on hard suits, "With the information I have been able to gather, plus everything our young friend Makie Stingray can provide we have the resources to create about three of these hard suits."
The grunt clapped and wooted, very excited by this prospect. Linna looked at Priss, who was looking at her. They're eyes both glimmered with excitement. Hard suits. They were going to be Knight Sabers again.
Prison Cell
Sylia put her arms through the bars to hug Nene. He hand slipped up to Nene's neck and wrapped both hands around as tightly as possible. Tears streaming down her face she snarled.
"Syl-ee-a!" Nene choked out, muffled. She hadn't expected the hostility from a friend in need.
"You killed him Nene!" Sylia screamed, "You killed him!"
Nene gripped onto Sylia's wrists trying to free herself, but Sylia had a death grip on her. Tears were welling up in her eyes, she couldn't breath, and all she could do was claw for air.
.... To be continued
A/N I think that may be my most obnoxious chapter ending so far, don't you think? Hopefully I get the chance to write the next chapter soon. If you've read my story, but haven't bothered to review... you should review. It makes me SO much more motivated to write faster. I'll write it anyway, but knowing people are waiting for the next part... yeah, you know.
Chapter 7
The prison was dark and dry. The walls were over five feet of solid concrete surrounding each individual cell, and the steel bars were impossible to bend. Hunched over in the corner of the furthest cell Nigel Kirkland listened to the sounds creeping down the long hallway. Just bangs, and mumbling from time to time, but the sounds he heard reminded him that he was still alive. Still clinging to life.
He had endured weeks of torture; his shredded clothing soaked in dried blood, and his body so sore and bruised it hurt to move. He hadn't eaten in days, how many, he didn't know. It was constant living in almost complete darkness, and he wondered if he would ever see real light again. As he tried to shift his arm, he knew he wouldn't get the chance. He was too weak to move.
The sounds, the murmuring above, they were becoming clear. Murmurs became actual speech, a down talking guard and a woman's voice. Sylia. Nigel's eyes shot open, straining to see her.
"Where are you taking me?" Sylia's voice was stern, yet clearly scared.
"Shut up whore, another word and you'll regret it," The guard threatened.
"Where are you taking me!" She screamed in response, the sound of her struggling shuffling through the prison. Then she shrieked as the halls laid out in front of Nigel lit up with a pale blue light. Nigel could see Sylia, screaming, the guard with a taser gun burning her flesh.
"No!" He managed to yell out. It hurt more than he could have ever imagined, but he managed to fall forward reaching out towards Sylia. The guard opened up Nigel's cell and threw Sylia in.
"Reunited, but was it worth it?" The guard mocked, laughing as he walked away. Sylia lay on the cell floor weeping miserably. Nigel pushed himself back off the floor, gritting his teeth tighter with every centimeter of moment.
"Sylia..." He whispered after sitting back up against the wall.
"Nigel?"
"I'm so sorry" Nigel apologized right away. Sylia crawled across the dark cell until her hands fell upon Nigel's cold skin. She hugged him, and cried on his shoulder.
"I failed you." Sylia cried, "And now...."
"Shhh," Nigel comforted, "It doesn't really matter, I'm not going to make it out of here, I never was going to."
"Don't say that!" Sylia screeched, "We still have a chance. Linna, Priss, Nene... We have a chance."
"Sylia, I never told you..." Nigel whispered, obviously in pain by talking, "I love you."
"Don't do this, not now, damn it!" Sylia cried, clutching onto him as if she would die if she let go, "Don't be saying your good byes!"
In the 'Terrorist' compound
Linna and Priss were showed to a couple of separate rooms. Linna was hesitant to leave Priss, but Priss didn't seem to care one way or another. That just frustrated Linna, so she did. In her room, that was actually a lot more like a dormitory, she began wondering about that kiss again. Priss never acknowledged it, not in a good or bad way. She almost wished Priss had yelled at her for it, at least then she would know what Priss was thinking.
The door opened and the man that had found them in hiding walked in. He looked a lot friendlier with out the gun aimed at her. Well, as friendly as a city punk can look at least.
"Imaj would like to speak with you if you have the time." He said politely.
"Um, sure I guess," Linna answered, "It's not like I have anything better to do in here."
Back into the prison
"Nigel?" Sylia whimpered. He hadn't uttered a word in the last few minutes that had seemed like an eternity.
"Yeh" He responded ever so quietly.
"Don't leave me..."
"Syl-, uh," He tried with every ounce of energy he had to say this, "Evrythin, is messed up."
"I know, I know...." Sylia cried again, "At least we're together right?"
"No, lstin, you can't trust- "He coughed, the cough making his lungs feel like a million needles just pierced through them. Silence fell between them again as Sylia waited for him to finish. As he grew still, and hadn't finished, she began to panic again.
"I can't trust who?" Sylia nudged him softly, with the utmost care.
"No" He coughed again, "any"
"Can't trust anyone? No one?" Sylia questioned. He didn't answer so she nudged him again softly. There was no response. She laid her head on his shoulder. His energy was low; she wouldn't make him speak any longer. The minutes grew long very quickly though, and she began to worry again.
"Nigel?" She asked the same way she had before. He didn't respond. Her heart raced faster, her head was spinning. She ran her hand across his face, he didn't move at all. She was scared, worried. She nudged, and then shook him. He wasn't responding, she put her head to his chest, listening for any heartbeat. Any bum, bum, bum, bum, any that would let her know everything was fine. There was nothing.
She screamed and slammed her fists down on his chest. Tears flooding out of her eyes, she kept beating on him. Screaming about and cursing everyone, everything.
Again, in the Terrorist compound
The friendly punk walked with Linna over to another room, which appeared to be the 'office' of this underground operation. Imaj was sitting in the large spinning leather chair behind the desk.
"Can I watch?" The punk joked.
"Get out of here." Imaj sneered at him. He waved a hand at her, like 'aw you're no fun', and left Linna alone with this scary purple haired girl.
Linna looked for words in her head, and only found thoughts of Priss again. It always went back to Priss, how was she suppose to save Nene, Sylia, Nigel, and the world if she couldn't get her mind off of Priss? She shook her head.
"Are you alright?" Imaj asked, with a surprising amount of concern in her voice.
"Uh, yeah." Linna nodded, "You wanted to speak with me?"
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" Imaj laughed. This confused Linna, as this villainous terrorist was being so.... Friendly.
"That's what that guy said anyway." Linna said in defense, just in case this was some kind of trick.
"I asked him to go get you for me," Imaj clarified, "I didn't have all that much to really speak to you about..."
"... then why?"
"I'm not very good at talking with attractive girls, like yourself, Linna, right?" Imaj blushed. Linna gawked.
"Um, yeah, Linna." Linna said, trying to understand this as fast as it was coming at her. Did the terrorist just hit on her? No, she couldn't have? Sylia said something like that when they first met too. Maybe the terrorist was trying to recruit her.
"That's a good name." Imaj said, "Good name, pretty face, nice body, you have a boyfriend, right?"
"No." Linna answered quickly. The idea of a boyfriend was just outrageous to her. Like her father always asking if she was getting married yet. The question itself made her rather angry.
"Girlfriend then?" Imaj said, as if someone without a boyfriend must have a girlfriend. Linna blushed.
"No." She said a lot quieter than she had said no last time. Imaj grinned. The door swung open behind Linna and the two guards that had been sent to retrieve Mackie stood in the door with him.
"Linna?" Mackie said, overjoyed to see a familiar face. He hadn't fought the guards at all, so he was free to run over and give her a hug.
"Mackie!" Linna returned the hug.
"Humph." Imaj grunted, "I hate to break up your reunion... but I'm gonna need to speak with the kid alone." Imaj's tone returned to her leader bitch style that had freaked Linna out initially. Linna scuffled Makie's hair.
"Okay, hey Makie when you get done in here come find me okay?"
"Sure thing." He nodded.
Linna was taken back out into the hall, and the Guards left Makie and Imaj alone to talk.
"Your sister's life may depend on what you can tell me kid, so, please tell me everything you know in the whole and full truth." Imaj said.
Priss' area
Priss pulled out the small black phone Nene had given her. She had hidden it in her hand with a minor slide of hand trick while the guards searched her. They took Linna's, but Priss wasn't quite ready to let these bastards control her. Now she wondered who she could call.
If she did call Leon he would be out here on the next plane, no doubt. Did she really want to ask him for help? She had just told him how much she missed fighting, and being with the others. Then things get a little sticky and she cries to him for help? That just seemed weak to do. She tossed the phone back and forth between her hands.
If Leon came out here, and Linna was still being so desperately forward with her crush she may have to break up a fight. Ironically Linna could probably hold up pretty well against Leon in a fistfight. Priss laid back on her bed and smirked at the idea of the two of them beating the crap out of each other to impress her. People could be so stupid sometimes.
"Priss?" Linna's voice came from the door, Priss looked over to it; Linna had opened it and peeked her head in.
"Hey what's up?" Priss sat up, and gestured for her to come in.
Linna closed the door and leaned against it, "I think that terrorist just hit on me..."
"You didn't slap him did you?" Priss teased.
"Her, it was their leader." Linna whispered obviously embarrassed.
"Ah, in that case," Priss said sarcastically, "Why didn't you go for it?"
"What!?" Linna exclaimed, "Why?"
"I was joking."
"Oh heh-heh...." Linna sweat-dropped. Priss waved the little black phone in the air, "You still have it?"
"Yeah." Priss smiled, "Just a few digits and we could have someone here to get us out."
"We can't call Nene." Linna reminded.
"I was thinking Leon, actually."
"Leon?" Linna squeaked. Priss wanted to laugh; there really would be a fight if she were to do that. She wouldn't be calling Leon any time soon.
"Yeah, maybe. I don't know, we could just call the local authorities."
"I think we should just wait, maybe these people could help us." Linna said.
"Help us? Linna, we are their prisoners."
"Maybe."
Prison Cell
Sylia was hunched over Nigel, sobbing like a child who just lost their puppy. Nene kneed down next to the bars. Nigel was moving, and Nene wondered how long he had been in there like that.
"Sylia" She whispered. She didn't react to her, so she said it a little louder, "Sylia"
Sylia looked up. There was someone at the bars; in the darkness she couldn't tell much.
"Sylia, it's me Nene."
"He's dead." Sylia said coldly, "They killed him"
"I'm sorry Sylia..." Nene said quietly, "I wish it hadn't turned out like this, but I still need you to be with me okay?"
Sylia crawled over to the bars, getting a better look at Nene. She leaned on the bars and continued to weep. Nene slipped an arm through the bars and wrapped it around Sylia's shoulder.
In the compound
Priss and Linna were asked to meet with everyone in the main room, the one the firefight had happened in. They stood there waiting for whatever was going to happen. Mackie walked up and stood next to Linna. He looked distressed, but still calm as can be. Imaj walked into the center of the room and called for silence.
"You may have wondered who we are exactly." Imaj announced, "We are The Revolution. ACTIVISTS, not terrorists, not bad guys. We're standing up for what people should be standing up for. Our government has become corrupt, don't, get me wrong not all facets of the government are messed up, just some. One being the Phantom Drake, which your friend Nene Romanova works for. The Phantom Drake has been a big part of projects including an evasion of personal privacy leading to disappearances, and the death of many foreign citizens, and even many within our own country. This sanction of The Revolution is here to stop them. This current project most alarming..."
"What project?" One of the grunts asked freely.
"Boomers, like those in Tokyo, made secretly. These machines will be taking over our lives, and the government can just send machines in to do the dirty work for them. We can't allow this to happen, I wish we could have held Romanova longer. It sounds like she's playing both sides, I'm curious to see what she would be like as one of us."
"What will we do?" Another grunt asked.
"Knight Sabers." Imaj grinned directly at Priss and Linna, "We've got the Knight Sabers, right?"
"Wait, how did you know that?" Linna asked.
"I told her." Makie said, "We have to save Nene and Sylia."
"We aren't Knight Sabers." Priss said, "We don't have hard suits."
"DJ" Imaj yelled, a young man with spiked red hair that evened out into a short Mohawk stepped up to the center of the room and Imaj fell back into the group.
"Ahem." DJ cleared his throat and clicked a button on a small little remote he held in his hand. All the walls in the room lit up with graphics. Looking around Linna and Priss could see scatter bits and pieces of information on hard suits, "With the information I have been able to gather, plus everything our young friend Makie Stingray can provide we have the resources to create about three of these hard suits."
The grunt clapped and wooted, very excited by this prospect. Linna looked at Priss, who was looking at her. They're eyes both glimmered with excitement. Hard suits. They were going to be Knight Sabers again.
Prison Cell
Sylia put her arms through the bars to hug Nene. He hand slipped up to Nene's neck and wrapped both hands around as tightly as possible. Tears streaming down her face she snarled.
"Syl-ee-a!" Nene choked out, muffled. She hadn't expected the hostility from a friend in need.
"You killed him Nene!" Sylia screamed, "You killed him!"
Nene gripped onto Sylia's wrists trying to free herself, but Sylia had a death grip on her. Tears were welling up in her eyes, she couldn't breath, and all she could do was claw for air.
.... To be continued
A/N I think that may be my most obnoxious chapter ending so far, don't you think? Hopefully I get the chance to write the next chapter soon. If you've read my story, but haven't bothered to review... you should review. It makes me SO much more motivated to write faster. I'll write it anyway, but knowing people are waiting for the next part... yeah, you know.