¡OVERGROWN!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN THE THREE GAMES. I WANT THE REVAMP OF THE FIRST COMING OUT. I HAVE THE ENTIRE SERIES. BUT UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES DO I OWN THE RIGHTS TO WA.
A/N: Thanks again for reviewing.
"Any ideas yet?" Jet wonders as he lies on his temporary bed. He wished sometimes that he at least had a real bed to go home to. Everyone else did.
"Clive's still working on some broad idea." Virginia informs him. "Do you think this has anything to do with what you thought was on you?"
"I can't say." Jet looks out the window on the midnight moon. What was he going to do now that he was stuck with this plant in his arm? He wanted to rip it out, but Clive was against it. Clive was intent on discovering what it was, and not exactly what Jet himself felt about it.
"What was this?" Virginia shows him the wilted flowers he bought.
"Nothing. Just a favor."
"A favor?"
"Some girl, she was selling these without much luck."
He recalls. It was becoming hard to remember for some reason. Why was his strength low?
"Oh, some girl?" She wonders as her head lowers.
"Think her name, was Thorn." He has had expertise on this. He could control his breathing. Why it felt like he had just ran a mile is beyond him. "I don't really care. I just know that it's hard to live without any money."
"I'm sure it is."
Something was nagging at him. He did not mention it before, but this place was giving him a bad feeling ever since the moment they got here. "Virginia, what is it about this place?"
"You feel it too?"
"That it's, just messed up?"
"Exactly. Jet," She looks to his bare chest. Clive also urged that Jet not wear his shirt and all so they could monitor the growth on his arm. She looks to the green. "Are you scared?"
He grunts and covers the vine with his arm. "Am I ever?"
"I'd be scared. It's only the natural reaction to such a thing. Having something in you that's coming out."
"I've always been a bit scared, so over time I just learned to not deal with it." Jet mumbles. He did not want to say anything, but she had a way recently of getting information from him. "Things like this never happened to me before you and the others. I hate you all for that."
She frowns. "I'm sorry for that."
"Don't beat yourself up over it."
"I'm not!"
"You are. I think I know you by now. You wear your emotions on your sleeves."
"Do I really?"
His eyes grow and he jumps to his window. There goes his dinner. Right onto the afro of a certain samurai. As he finishes Virginia eases him back to normal by rubbing his back. That was horrible. Whatever this was, it sucked.
"Are you okay Jet?" Her concern explodes.
"Those scientists," He groans.
"What?"
"They did this."
"How? Spores?"
"No, their theory, it's working."
"I don't understand."
"I'm the Filgaia Sample." He passes out on the wooden floors.
"Jet?" She kneels to the floor and lifts his head into her lap. He was pale, and obviously sick. Something about the vine that grew in his shoulder has done this. But what he said, does it mean that the problem was not with him, but with the planet?
"Hey! What was that?" Todd shouts outside the window. "Do you know how long it takes to clean this hairdo of mine?" Raised fists will not get that junk out of your hair Todd.
"Did you just hear something?" Maya wonders as she looks to Clive.
"Don't think I did." Clive returns back to his thoughts. This new situation sure was going to take his mind for some time.
Maya herself just returns back to her drink at the bar. She really did not feel she needed to be involved with Jet and his dumb problems. She wanted the information, but, she only stayed still to see if Jet and that goal were connected.
"Clive?" Virginia sits beside the green-haired sniper.
"How's Jet?"
"That's what I wanted to talk about." She looks to the counter. "It's bad. He just passed out."
"Did he?" Clive looks to Maya who out of the corner of his eye he can tell is interested as well. "Symptoms?"
"He threw up. Looks pale. Nothing else different."
"Is that all? Seems normal enough."
"Normal enough?" Her brow furrows.
"Well, I mean, for an ailment." Clive assures. "Still, is it something as simple as a disease or that sort? It could possibly a parasite. A symbiotic organism. A good number of things."
"He, Jet mentioned something before he passed out."
"What was that?"
"He said, that the scientist's theory was working."
Clive stands at that with his hand to his chin. "I see. I will have to go see him now." He takes a step and turns to the two young women. "I suggest you rest. We'll be going back to the ruins soon enough."
"Right." Virginia nods. "Uh, Clive?"
"What is it?"
"Where's Gallows?" Silence. It had been awfully quiet for some time.
"Oh, so you're a drifter?" Thorn wonders.
"Yeah, you can say that." Gallows laid on his back-arms acting as pillows-while Thorn sat beside him. The two sat on a rock just outside town. A peaceful place. What was strange to Gallows was that evidence of any sort of monster was not present for some stretch either way of this town. He knows. He checked it last night.
"That must be fun."
"Er, well, not all the time."
"I bet you had a lot of adventures though."
"Of course. Tons."
"I'd like to have one."
"You've never left this town?"
"No, never."
"But, isn't this town new?" Gallows was a bit confused.
"Well, my father was here a long time before that. I'm seventeen after all."
Seventeen? He can work around that. "Your father?"
"Yes, my," She looks away. "My father." Her tone depressing.
"Something wrong?"
"Well, I said my father, but, he's, not."
"Not?"
"I'm adopted." She's nervous. It's in her tone.
"Who's your foster father?"
"A doctor here at the ruins. Ryu Botan."
"Thorn Botan? Not bad for a name."
She hugs herself and looks away with annoyance. "Please, don't, call me that okay."
"Yeah, sure."
"I need to get away from here." She confirms from nowhere. "That's why I sell those flowers as pathetic as they are. But, I can never make it with what I sell."
"Maybe, maybe you should come with us." Perfect. He could bring her along and maybe have her as his wife. They could settle down somewhere after his wanted level is lower. Too much dreams though.
"Maybe." She looks to the orange sky. "Will it be soon? Before my father will know? I need to get away now."
"Why?"
She looks away. "I, can't tell you."
"That's, okay I guess."
"Don't be offended. I just, don't want to say why."
"I'm not offended."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"That meal, I'm up to it now."
Gallows likes that idea.