Becca, or at least what looked like Becca, rose to her feet, an evil smile plastered on her dim-lit face. "Dragoon........." the creature that was once Becca said. "Come.... to.... me.... Dragoon...." Jake thought with a sickening horror 'Oh my god, she wants me.'

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Becca awoke. Her brown eyes fluttered open and she saw nothing but darkness everywhere. She screamed, but no words came out. She tried to move, but an invisible force was holding her down. Desperate, she cried out the name of the one person who could help her.

"BEN!!!!"

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"BEN!!!!"

Ben heard Becca's voice through the screams. 'I guess I have no choice,' he thought. 'I've gotta save her.' He ran at the creature, and was promptly hit back, and he fell unconscious in a corner.

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Seeing Ben's body fly across the room was a sign that Jake needed to leave. So he grabbed Adrianne by the arm, and started to run away with the others.

"Oh no you don't!" The creature screamed as it flew towards Adrianne. Wrapping it's arms around her waist, it pulled backwards and Jake was thrown into the bleachers. 'This would be an opportune time to become a Dragoon,' he thought.

He let the insanity of the Void Dragoon take him over. Feeling the now familiar weight of the armor on his body, he knew the change was complete. He flew out from under the bench, and raised his sword. "Give her back."

The creature turned. "Ah, back for more, are you?" it said in a now honey- sweet voice. "Well, why don't you save your little-"She faced Jake. A look of fear and confusion crossed her face. "No," she said. "No, there can't be TWO!" 'Two?' Jake thought. The creature let out a long scream, and its face hollowed out. The beautiful dress shredded itself, and her skin became sickly and pale. Jake's face went white.

"A banshee."

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"MULLOG!!!!!" Eevano yelled as his cowering servant bounded over to him.

"Mippa got to her firsht! I'm shorry Mashter!"

"If you can fix it, you may redeem yourself." Eevano said calmly. Mullog nodded. "Of course Mashter."

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The banshee let out another horrible scream as it raked its claws towards Jake. Jake dodged to his right. An imp-like creature grabbed him from behind. It had a freakishly strong grip, and Jake was completely caught.

"How does it feel, to be the mouse instead of the cat, great Dragoon?"

Jake heard a gun loading off in the confusion somewhere. So he decided to stall.

"Please don't kill me! I don't even know how to use my powers!" Jake squealed, playing the innocent card.

"Don't lie to me, Dragoon. You must know that, as the Void Dragoon, you are destined to lead your fellow warriors to victory. You are the strongest of the Dragoons, and their king."

'Their king?' Jake thought. "But I don't even know who the other Dragoons are!"

"My instincts tell me you'll find one soon enough."

All eyes turned in the direction of the voice. It was the man that visited Jake and told him to deliver the strange message.

"Oh Adrianne, I have something to tell you."

She smiled weakly. "This is kinda not the time. And how do you know my name?"

"Lucky guess," Jake said. "That man over there told me to tell you that 'The water flows freely, but only in the absence of a plug.' I don't get it. But I thought you might."

Adrianne's face went white. "It can't be," she said in a small, timid voice. "Evan!?"

The cloaked man smiled. "How have you been?"

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Becca threw herself against her prison walls in a desperate attempt to get out. 'These walls are thick,' she thought vaguely to herself. She tried throwing her entire weight against the wall one final time. 'Nothing,' she thought hopelessly. 'There's only one person who can save me now.'

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Adrianne's face was white. 'How could he be here?' Seeing her fear, Evan smiled.

"I told you I'd contact you sometime. I wanted to call you, but I thought it too awkward." Adrianne began to cry. Jake struggled against his demonic captor, but it did no good. His anger must have shown on his face, because Evan turned his attention to him.

"Like her, do you? I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to steal her from you for a while. Probably forever." He grabbed Adrianne's arm, but she pulled away. Due to the flimsiness of banshees, the creature's arm fell off. "Run for it Adrianne!" Jake yelled at her. She turned and ran away. The imp holding him tightened his grip around Jake's ribs, and everything started to go hazy. 'I guess this is it,' he thought. 'I'm sorry I couldn't save you Adrianne.' In his blurry vision, he saw Evan overtake Adrianne and then, nothing.

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Adrianne ran from Evan, not even looking back to see if the Void Dragoon was okay. As she ran, she felt strong arms grab her from behind, and knew Evan had captured her. Suddenly, without warning, Evan was knocked to the ground, and Adrianne was released from his grip. A blonde boy in red armor nodded at her, and she ran over to the Void Dragoon. The red armored man must have noticed because he aimed his weapon at the head of the Dragoon's captor. He fired his handgun, and purple blood splattered everywhere.

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Jake felt the air reenter his lungs, and saw that Adrianne was safe. She ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck, which made Evan very jealous. The red armored man was busy fighting the banshee, who was in the process of being "cleansed" by him. Adrianne saw Evan's reflection in her Dragoon's eyes, and threw him to the floor in time to narrowly avoid being hacked to pieces by Evan's sword.

"Adrianne, get somewhere safe," Jake said. Adrianne didn't need to be told twice. She ran for it, and hid somewhere in the kitchen.

"Your fire friend killed my servant Mippa," said Evan. "You should be impressed. He's one of my strongest followers." Jake drew his sword. "Yeah, well your about to find out how strong the powers of the Dragoons are." The sound of metal clashing on metal echoed throughout the gym as the two opponents met on the field of battle. Fiercely their swords crossed, and each rival was quicker to act than his previous swing. They got faster and faster, until both were starting to tire. It was a fight to the death, and it may be the last battle either of them fought.

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"Becca, it's me, Ben."

Ben lowered his gun to try and reason with his date from hell. "It's me Becca. Please turn back to the girl I fell in love with. I knew it from the moment I saw you. You had that cute dyed blonde hair, and your beautiful brown eyes. When you first transferred to our school, you had the cute spaghetti-strap shirt on. It was red, remember?" He saw the banshee's control weaken. It's arm had been magically sewn back on again, and was as good as new now.

"And you had those khaki Capri's on. I couldn't take my eyes off of you. Then we became friends, and I started to get to know you better, and you really make me smile whenever I see you or hear from you, and cry when we are apart." Becca's brown eyes watered. The banshee had almost completely lost control of her. "Do you mean it?" A tear slipped from Becca's eyes as Ben stepped closer. "Every word."

Becca smiled. She walked up to Ben and kissed him. The real Becca kissed him. With one final scream, the banshee vanished completely from it's host body. After the kiss, Ben looked into Becca's eyes. "I love you." Becca kissed him again. "What am I doing in this ugly blackish dress?" Ben laughed. "Let's worry about that later."

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Jake delivered one final swing to Evan and knocked the sword out of his hand. Evan vanished in a puff of smoke. "I congratulate you on your victory, Dragoon," said his voice. It came from all directions. "As your reward, I will give you my name. Eevano." The voice stopped speaking, and it seemed Eevano had left.

Jake collapsed on the floor. Ben ran up to him and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Are you okay? Oh god, he could have killed you!" Ben helped him stand up. Jake gave him a confused look. Ben must have seen this, because he looked at Jake and said, "Jake don't you recognize me? It's me, Ben." Jake looked at his body, and realized he had changed back. Ben had done the same.

"So what, do you guys just go around fighting evil and stuff?" said Becca. "Basically," Ben said. "We're gonna need code names. How about Dart for me, and Lloyd for you." Jake raised an eyebrow. "Lloyd?" Ben sighed. "Gimme a break. I spent all last night coming up with those!" They all laughed.

Suddenly, Jake stopped. "Wait a minute, it feels like we're missing someone." The three teenagers looked around and realized who it was that they were missing. Jake turned around wildly as he searched for the friend whom he finally realized was missing. "Oh my god, where's Adrianne?"

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Adrianne figured she was safe in the kitchen, far away from all the fighting. She was dead wrong.

She ran in through the giant double doors that led to the cafeteria that led to the kitchen. Pole-vaulting herself over a countertop, she hid behind it for what seemed like hours, but was really only about a minute. Then she heard clanging of metal. Assuming it was just the battle raging outside in the gym, she stood up. A dark figure was standing in the doorway, a knife in his hands. Adrianne backed into a wall as the body moved towards her. Knife in hand, it advanced to her spot on the wall.

She jumped at it, and dove under the figure's legs. It took a swipe at her, and it cut her right arm. Blood flowing freely from her wound, and her heart pumping with adrenaline, Adrianne ran into a different part of the kitchen. She dodged between counters and pots and pans and many other kitchen appliances, but still her zealous stalker hunted her.

Throwing herself down on the floor to avoid flying knives, she found another body on the floor. She recognized it as Lunch lady Doris's body. The dagger in her chest matched the ones the killer was throwing. She heard one whistle by her head, and she decided it was time to go. She made a run for the door, when one of the blades hit her in the leg. She fell to the ground. 'I'm dead,' she thought. 'He's gonna kill me. I'm never gonna see the light of day again. God I wish it weren't over. There's so much I'd like to do! I can't die here.'

She mustered enough strength to stand, and ran for dear life. She rounded a corner and threw the knife with her blood on it into the freezer. One of the lunch ladies' bodies was in it already, and it was well hidden, just a hand showing. She knocked over some pots and pans to make her chaser think she had fallen. The rouge pots and pans fell out the open window to her left.

She hid behind the freezer door and waited for her stalker to go in. She looked through the crack in the door, her heart pumping so loud she was afraid he might hear it. When she saw his shadowy body stooped over the bloody carcass, she pushed on the door with all her might. It shut. She turned the handle and locked it shut.

Her adversary screamed at the top of his lungs, "LETSH MESH OUTSH!!!!!!!" It was the same strange accent of the creature from her dream two nights ago.

Sighing, she felt sleepiness overcome her. She was getting weak from loss of blood. "No," she made a feeble effort to resist, but she had lost enough of it that she was starting to get weaker. She was still strong enough, however, to call for help.

"JAKE!"

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Ben and Jake were still back in the gym when they heard the cry. They looked at each other in horror and instantly said the same word simultaneously. "Dragoon."

"When will you learn!?" said a voice from the shadows. The source of the voice stepped forward. "You need to give yourselves more time to recharge your powers." Jake, Ben, and Becca all turned to look at the newly revealed man in the dim moonlight.

"And how do you know?" Ben asked. "Good question Ben," the man said. Ben's face paled a little. 'How does he know my name?' The man turned. "I know a lot more about you than that, Ben," he said, as if he could read Ben's mind. "I know all that there is to know about you, and you too Jake. I know stories of battle and loss that would make your toenails curl. But I'm not here to share any of that." He walked toward the drinks table.

"We'll start with my name. I have a real one, but for now, you can call me Lavitz. I came from an alternate future, one where the Dragoons have all been slain by Eevano. But, one girl had the power to turn back time, and she sent me here. That same girl was being hunted by Eevano over the years, and he found the perfect body to inhabit to hit her heartstrings."

"Can you hurry this up?" Jake growled, clenching his teeth. "Adrianne is in real danger in there!" The man laughed. "Impulsive. Jumping into danger at the first sign of Adrianne's discomfort. Just like I used to be."

Jake stopped and stared at Lavitz. "Wait, you know Adrianne?" But the man had mysteriously disappeared again, leaving only a note hastily scribbled on a napkin.

'To Jake and Adrianne, 'If you are reading this, than we are all dead and Eevano has gotten us. But I implore you to not make the mistakes I did. If it comes down to a choice between your friend and the mission, make the decision your heart leads you to. Don't make the decision that will lead to death of your friends. It will only lead to suffering on the part of you and your comrades. That is why I have sent someone back to prevent this from happening. Listen to him. Take his advice. He will call himself Lavitz. I leave you in Lavitz's capable hands.
Sincerely,
Shana, White Silver Dragoon'

"What does she mean, 'your friend or the mission'? Will we have to choose between our allies and the task we set out to complete?" Becca thought out loud. Jake shook his head. "Looks like it. The stone feels warm again. Ben, let's go." They both let the insanity of the Dragoon overtake them once more. Gathering their weapons, they burst open the kitchen doors.

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Finding Adrianne didn't take much work. Jake scooped her carefully up into his arms. Ben held his gun up to the door and yelled, "Flame shot!" The door blew open with an explosive force, revealing a very cold demon. "Your time is up," Ben said as he pulled the trigger. The creature's chest burst apart, scattering it's limbs everywhere. Adrianne turned her head and gagged slightly. Blood spattered all over Ben's armor. He flew out through the window. Jake and Adrianne did the same. Ben went to his house, while Jake and Adrianne went to Adrianne's house.

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Amber awoke screaming and in cold sweat. 'Oh god,' she thought. 'Was that just a nightmare, or was it a premonition?' She got out of bed and pulled out a slim, black book from her nightstand. It was her 'Vision Notebook.' Anytime she had a possible vision, she was instructed by her mental trainer, Councilor Diana, to pull out this book and write it down. ''How did it start," she thought out loud. 'Well, there was a field,' she began as she saw the dream again.

And she was there, and Greg was there. He was just lying on the ground, not moving. Ben and Jake were lying on the ground as well. Adrianne was standing over their bodies, covered in blood. She was crying. All three of the boys were lying in pools of dark blood, and they each had broken eagle wings. Then a man of about twenty five or so walked in and started to comfort Adrianne. She shot him with a giant crossbow, just like she did the others.

"You were right,'' were the only words she could say. Amber tried to move, but she was rooted to the spot. Terrified, she cried for help, but only Adrianne responded. She lifted her crossbow. "I'm sorry Evan," she said. And with that, she released the arrow and it pierced Amber right through the heart. A look of anguish on her face, Amber woke up just as she started to fall and black out.

'That was the dream,' she thought. 'Better leave the councilor a message.' She went downstairs to get her family phone. Kelly was waiting for her.

"Councilor Diana again?" Kelly said, pouring a glass of milk for her sister. "I don't know why you bother with that 'vision' stuff, it's probably just bogus anyway. A marketing ploy that Diana uses to draw in unsuspecting customers like our parents. You always get all the attention," she griped.

As she dialed the phone, Amber turned around to look at her twin. "If I've told you once, I've told you a million times, I'd trade all that attention for one day in your shoes." Kelly slid the milk down the counter. "You say that," she said as Amber caught the glass. "But I don't think you mean it." Amber shook her head. "I can't argue about this right now. Hi, councilor?"

Kelly sneaked into the other room and picked up their second phone. She listened in on the conversation. "Call me Diana. Another vision?" Amber sighed. "Yes. But this time I was the one getting shot, not the cloaked man." Kelly grabbed the phone and ducked behind the couch as Amber passed by the doorway.

"I think that it means someone is going to die, and your friends, Ben and Jake and Greg, will be present. Now, the killer, what did you say her name was?'' the councilor asked. "Adrianne," a shaky Amber replied. "Her name was Adrianne. She had an enormous crossbow and she fired it at the guys and then at a young man and finally at me." Kelly had no idea what the dream meant, and apparently, neither did the councilor. "I have no idea what this means," Diana said quickly. "If you get any more visions, call me." Then she hung up.

Carefully putting the phone back in the cradle, Kelly hid behind the couch once more and waited for Amber to go back to bed. Then she hurried silently to the phone and dialed Jake's number. She left a message telling him to call her at his earliest convenience. 'He's connected to the strange events of the prom somehow,' she thought. 'And this vision of Amber's is proof. Now if I can just get a hold of him.........'

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As Jake touched down, Adrianne saw her parents waiting on the lawn. "Oh my god, are you okay Adrianne?" her mother said as she smothered Adrianne. "I'm fine Mom, thanks to this Dragoon here." Her father walked up to Jake. "Thank you so much for saving our daughter," he said. Adrianne looked at her parents. "Why don't you all go inside? I'll only be a minute. You can bake me cake or something." They smiled and reentered their house.

"I never got to thank you properly for saving my life, you know," Adrianne said, turning back to Jake. "Yes you did," he said, nodding slightly. "I remember. You said 'Thank you, for saving my life', and I said 'Don't mention it.' Remember?" Adrianne moved closer. "No, that's not what I'm talking about." Jake found their faces getting closer again. His hand made it's way up her back and just above her dress's back neckline. His other hand was about on her waist.

"Is this what you meant to say?" He pulled her close and kissed her again. He didn't want to give off the wrong idea, but he just couldn't help himself. Her injured hand rested lowly at his waist, and her good hand ended up running it's fingers through his hair. Jake folded his mechanical wings around her as he pulled her body up next to his. He loved being this close to her. It was like a feeling of weightlessness, except his feet were on the ground. At least, that was the best he could describe it to himself as.

She was the first to stop, somewhat because she was tired, and somewhat because her parents were expecting her inside any minute now. 'Hell, they're probably watching right now,' she thought. She half expected them to burst outside and drag her back in with them. But they didn't. And that left the two of them staring into each other's eyes for quite a long time. Jake was the first to move. "I have to get back to saving the world," he joked. Adrianne smiled. "Can I ask you a favor? Can you tell me your name?" Jake stopped and turned. "Call me Lloyd." And with that, he flew off into the night. Hardly noticing her wounds, Adrianne smiled.

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A/N: Wow, that was draining. I'll probably start the next chapter again soon anyway. Yes, there's more. But no more kissing for a while, I promise. Or at least I'll try. The next chapter won't be nearly as sappy, believe me.

By the way, I've neglected this for so long and I can't believe no one has pointed it out to me. Let this be the official disclaimer for the whole story: I do not own Legend of Dragoon. There. Individual disclaimers, like the one from the last chapter, will make the occasional appearance. Until next chapter!