Dudes! Hi, oh kay, here I am writing chapter seven when my mum wants me to have my tea… alright, I'm back… (notices shifty glances)… but whatever, this is chapter seven! W00T! it's a good thing right? Anyway, Great Saiyaman rocks the world… oh… lol … I am now a member of the Goku fan listing, how much does that rock! (Yes, Ironeyes 24 is still a sick Goku pervert!) thwap Ouch, I spose I disserved that for all the times I called her a shameless Goku porn addict… however… don't own oh kay, so stop asking! Chapter seven:
Terra had barely placed on steel capped boot on outside the lift when she was winded by a mysterious force. Frite Breeze was standing in the entrance to the Manhattan hospital, looking menacingly at the Captain. She looked up, and noticed him.
"Hey biatch! Where's my sword?" He yelled, the assortment of injured people quietened, and stopped to stare. It took Terra a few seconds to remember Captain Frite's gift. Shit, she thought in her head, I need to get my pendant. Artemis was still bewildered at the situation, and sill handcuffed to Terra. He thought about getting the cuffs undone, then remembered his house keys in his jacket pocket. He rustled around for a bit until he came to them, and hoisted both their hands to eye level.
"What in blazes are you doing, Fowl?" She asked, raising one eyebrow. Artemis bit his bottom lip in concentration. His house key was tiny, like a very small wire, something he had borrowed from LEP back in the days. Fumbling in the lock, the cuff on his wrist clicked and released. Terra's arm dropped, and she stared at him.
"What?" he asked. She still stared
"Why didn't you do that in the ward?" Terra asked, confusion written across her face, Artemis was about to answer when an angry Frite threw a hospital chair in their direction. Circling his wrist with his spare hand, Artemis addressed the situation.
"It seems I am no longer needed here, so I will be on my way…" He stated, attempting to get away from the embarrassing scene that had presented its self.
"Whoa, where d'ya think your going?" Terra exclaimed, grabbing the back of Artemis' collar and drawing him back to her. He let out a sigh. The captain put her mouth near to his ear and whispered something.
"Just don't make any hasty movements and drop back into the lift, okay?" She hushed, Artemis nodded and slowly moved into the lift.
Terra took a few steps forwards and gestured towards Frite. He was around the same age as Terra. His partly shaven brown hair tousled in parts at the top and covered some of his brow. He had one black eye and a nasty X shaped scar on the right hand side of his unshaven jaw. He was a handsome teenager, standing 6"4 and wearing similar gear to Terra, red and white stripy T-shirt, jeans and steel capped boots.
"Frite, long time no see, nice scar, where'd ya get that one?" She asked, rubbing her now sore shoulder. Frite laughed menacingly and stared at terra with silver piercing eyes.
"You don't remember?" He stated, "seven years ago in the Third Quarter, you got me with Aelthar."
She put her hand behind her head and scratched her back, in her usual pausing manner. Frite looked over to Artemis and back at Terra, he growled.
"Look, I did not come here to relive lost memories!" He shouted at Terra, who broke out of her trance like state and raised her eyebrows.
"Then what did you come here for?" she enquired, very slowly sliding along in the direction of the desk marked 'Reception'. Just take it slow, she though, slowly does it.
"To get my god damned sword back," he stated simply, Terra sighed, almost reaching the desk, the box with her weapons were in sight, and she could see her pendant.
"Yeah, well the thing about that is… erm… its on my ship," she said, desperately trying to keep him talking. Nearly there she thought… Nearly there…
"That sounds about right, but this time I have the upper hand, you are wounded, and don't have the help of your 'gift'," He took a few steps towards her, "where as I do."
Frite held up a clear diamond pendulum on a black drawstring. He smirked. I'm in it deep now, she thought. With out a second thought, Captain Breeze winked at Terra. With no explanation and no other bodily movement, Terra was forcefully thrown back into the wall behind the reception desk. Ouch, she thought, now's my chance. Terra groped blindly at the floor in front of her, feeling for her dagger. A cold metallic feeling signalled that she had found it, slowly she turned her hand upwards, noticing that one side of a hanging candlestick had impaled her in the arm, very safe, she thought. Terra began to unwrap the pendant from around the hilt of the blade when another bolt of concussion was set her way, nearly missing her head. Grasping the azurite jewel in the palm of her hand she focussed on Frite. And that was when he felt it, a cold river of ice, flooding through his capillaries, veins and arteries, crawling up his spine and into the back of his head.
"Shit!" He yelled, slapping the back of his head, attempting to swat the mysterious draught. Frite hurried closer to the desk and peered over the edge. Terra stared back up at him, and smiled densely. She laughed as he drew back his hand and attempted to release another wave of air, but the icing sensation was too much, an he was frozen out of all consciousness.
Terra jumped up, lively once more. She looked around, what a mess. The plaster was coming off the walls, plants knocked over and windows broken, not to mention the terrified patients. She laughed once more.
"Frite, my friend, you never cease to amaze me how dim you are!" She said, turning to Artemis, who was standing in the lift. The doors began to close and he waved good bye.
"YOU BASTARD! I TOLD YOU YO WAIT THERE!" Terra yelled to the closed doors. She tried to concentrate on him so he would stay put, but the metal lift rejected her energy, "shit!"
"Look, where here," LEP Captain Holly Short whispered to Major Trouble Kelp. He nodded, although not visible to Mud Men, they could still be heard. Holly and Trouble hovered about seven feet in the air, climbing higher when the occasional very tall person would nearly knock them out of the air. On their screens, and small arrow pointed into the Manhattan Central Hospital and the direction of the mission-set Goblin's. The automatic doors hissed open as a distressed old lady and her bandaged husband waddled out, cursing the damn government and their criminal justice policies.
"Now's our chance," Trouble whispered, hovering through the glass panels as they closed shut. His eyes widened.
A tall blonde girl was yelling around and swearing so bad it would make a sailor blush. She turned around, staring straight at Holly and Trouble. She paused for a while.
"Do you reckon she can see us?" Holly whispered, apparently shocking the girl. She smiled.
"Hello, maybe you can give me a hand with a certain fairy kidnapper?" She stated, holding out her hand to them, "my name is Captain Terra Frost of the Red Princess."
"How can she see us? We're shielded aren't we?" Holly whispered to Trouble, not taking her eyes of Terra, who was still smiling blindly.
"No, your shields are up, but I have something regular people don't."
Sorry for the mild swearing, im going to up the rating soon so I don't get it kicked off like my fiction press one did… anyhow, R&R if you should so like, I do enjoy reading reviews! - but I don't have too many of them.. Damn.. Whatever. Im not after a sympathy vote, im just writing a fan fiction, so whatever. I have no clue when im updating next, because its going to be the summer holidays soon and I am going away to CAMP! YES PEOPLE, I AM GOING TO CAMP! No, not band camp. No, not dancing camp. OKAY, im going with the ATC (air training corps) which is kind of a mini RAF if you get my meaning. Do not fret however, I have many ideas, and WILL finish this, so maybe next time… -
Silence.
Terra had barely placed on steel capped boot on outside the lift when she was winded by a mysterious force. Frite Breeze was standing in the entrance to the Manhattan hospital, looking menacingly at the Captain. She looked up, and noticed him.
"Hey biatch! Where's my sword?" He yelled, the assortment of injured people quietened, and stopped to stare. It took Terra a few seconds to remember Captain Frite's gift. Shit, she thought in her head, I need to get my pendant. Artemis was still bewildered at the situation, and sill handcuffed to Terra. He thought about getting the cuffs undone, then remembered his house keys in his jacket pocket. He rustled around for a bit until he came to them, and hoisted both their hands to eye level.
"What in blazes are you doing, Fowl?" She asked, raising one eyebrow. Artemis bit his bottom lip in concentration. His house key was tiny, like a very small wire, something he had borrowed from LEP back in the days. Fumbling in the lock, the cuff on his wrist clicked and released. Terra's arm dropped, and she stared at him.
"What?" he asked. She still stared
"Why didn't you do that in the ward?" Terra asked, confusion written across her face, Artemis was about to answer when an angry Frite threw a hospital chair in their direction. Circling his wrist with his spare hand, Artemis addressed the situation.
"It seems I am no longer needed here, so I will be on my way…" He stated, attempting to get away from the embarrassing scene that had presented its self.
"Whoa, where d'ya think your going?" Terra exclaimed, grabbing the back of Artemis' collar and drawing him back to her. He let out a sigh. The captain put her mouth near to his ear and whispered something.
"Just don't make any hasty movements and drop back into the lift, okay?" She hushed, Artemis nodded and slowly moved into the lift.
Terra took a few steps forwards and gestured towards Frite. He was around the same age as Terra. His partly shaven brown hair tousled in parts at the top and covered some of his brow. He had one black eye and a nasty X shaped scar on the right hand side of his unshaven jaw. He was a handsome teenager, standing 6"4 and wearing similar gear to Terra, red and white stripy T-shirt, jeans and steel capped boots.
"Frite, long time no see, nice scar, where'd ya get that one?" She asked, rubbing her now sore shoulder. Frite laughed menacingly and stared at terra with silver piercing eyes.
"You don't remember?" He stated, "seven years ago in the Third Quarter, you got me with Aelthar."
She put her hand behind her head and scratched her back, in her usual pausing manner. Frite looked over to Artemis and back at Terra, he growled.
"Look, I did not come here to relive lost memories!" He shouted at Terra, who broke out of her trance like state and raised her eyebrows.
"Then what did you come here for?" she enquired, very slowly sliding along in the direction of the desk marked 'Reception'. Just take it slow, she though, slowly does it.
"To get my god damned sword back," he stated simply, Terra sighed, almost reaching the desk, the box with her weapons were in sight, and she could see her pendant.
"Yeah, well the thing about that is… erm… its on my ship," she said, desperately trying to keep him talking. Nearly there she thought… Nearly there…
"That sounds about right, but this time I have the upper hand, you are wounded, and don't have the help of your 'gift'," He took a few steps towards her, "where as I do."
Frite held up a clear diamond pendulum on a black drawstring. He smirked. I'm in it deep now, she thought. With out a second thought, Captain Breeze winked at Terra. With no explanation and no other bodily movement, Terra was forcefully thrown back into the wall behind the reception desk. Ouch, she thought, now's my chance. Terra groped blindly at the floor in front of her, feeling for her dagger. A cold metallic feeling signalled that she had found it, slowly she turned her hand upwards, noticing that one side of a hanging candlestick had impaled her in the arm, very safe, she thought. Terra began to unwrap the pendant from around the hilt of the blade when another bolt of concussion was set her way, nearly missing her head. Grasping the azurite jewel in the palm of her hand she focussed on Frite. And that was when he felt it, a cold river of ice, flooding through his capillaries, veins and arteries, crawling up his spine and into the back of his head.
"Shit!" He yelled, slapping the back of his head, attempting to swat the mysterious draught. Frite hurried closer to the desk and peered over the edge. Terra stared back up at him, and smiled densely. She laughed as he drew back his hand and attempted to release another wave of air, but the icing sensation was too much, an he was frozen out of all consciousness.
Terra jumped up, lively once more. She looked around, what a mess. The plaster was coming off the walls, plants knocked over and windows broken, not to mention the terrified patients. She laughed once more.
"Frite, my friend, you never cease to amaze me how dim you are!" She said, turning to Artemis, who was standing in the lift. The doors began to close and he waved good bye.
"YOU BASTARD! I TOLD YOU YO WAIT THERE!" Terra yelled to the closed doors. She tried to concentrate on him so he would stay put, but the metal lift rejected her energy, "shit!"
"Look, where here," LEP Captain Holly Short whispered to Major Trouble Kelp. He nodded, although not visible to Mud Men, they could still be heard. Holly and Trouble hovered about seven feet in the air, climbing higher when the occasional very tall person would nearly knock them out of the air. On their screens, and small arrow pointed into the Manhattan Central Hospital and the direction of the mission-set Goblin's. The automatic doors hissed open as a distressed old lady and her bandaged husband waddled out, cursing the damn government and their criminal justice policies.
"Now's our chance," Trouble whispered, hovering through the glass panels as they closed shut. His eyes widened.
A tall blonde girl was yelling around and swearing so bad it would make a sailor blush. She turned around, staring straight at Holly and Trouble. She paused for a while.
"Do you reckon she can see us?" Holly whispered, apparently shocking the girl. She smiled.
"Hello, maybe you can give me a hand with a certain fairy kidnapper?" She stated, holding out her hand to them, "my name is Captain Terra Frost of the Red Princess."
"How can she see us? We're shielded aren't we?" Holly whispered to Trouble, not taking her eyes of Terra, who was still smiling blindly.
"No, your shields are up, but I have something regular people don't."
Sorry for the mild swearing, im going to up the rating soon so I don't get it kicked off like my fiction press one did… anyhow, R&R if you should so like, I do enjoy reading reviews! - but I don't have too many of them.. Damn.. Whatever. Im not after a sympathy vote, im just writing a fan fiction, so whatever. I have no clue when im updating next, because its going to be the summer holidays soon and I am going away to CAMP! YES PEOPLE, I AM GOING TO CAMP! No, not band camp. No, not dancing camp. OKAY, im going with the ATC (air training corps) which is kind of a mini RAF if you get my meaning. Do not fret however, I have many ideas, and WILL finish this, so maybe next time… -
Silence.