"Finally!" Jet squirmed free from his prison covered over in some of the blood that came from March's back. Standing tall and dusting himself off he took a deep breath of great fresh air. "Now, to find Virginia and that evil woman with the fiery locks." He stood there for a moment. "Did I just say fiery locks?" He put his hand to his chin. "Well, she was just the slightest bit of hot if I remember in that few seconds before she took over my mind." He stood there a moment a blinked. "She took over my mind! That's right. What am I doing even thinking about her like that for a moment."
With that Jet began for the hill and started his way upward for what he thought would be Shadow of the Sun. He then noticed an odd warm wind that came by him. "Warm wind?" He muttered. Shrugged and then continued up the slope. Then he recalled how it was freezing cold outside. Why would there be a warm gust of air? "Oh, fu-"At that something struck the area around him so hard that he was thrown into the air only to land twenty feet further up the mountain than he was. "Why me?" He groaned as he took out splinters of rock from his abdomen. He did not think that was possible, but it is it seems.
From the corner of his eye he saw a dragon flap it's wings as a roar rang out. "How did I miss that?" Jet muttered standing on his feet. Grabbing his ARM he simply fired right into what he saw as the dragon's mouth. Fight finished. Dragon falls into the pitch black dark that Jet was headed for had he fallen from that bridge earlier.
Jet turned back around and made his way upward again. As he did so he moved his leg forward only to notice that there was something there. A rope? The next thing Jet knew there was a boulder headed downward for him. No, wait, it was the biggest snowball he would ever see had he seen snow before. Too late to do anything Jet was simply crushed into the ground by the snowball that came hurtling down. Luckily for Jet he had grabbed onto the same rope he tripped. Had he not he would have been down with the dragon. Standing up wet Jet shrugged it off and sneezed blowing some snow from his nose. An evil annoyed glare coming from his eyes. He began to run upward only to fall to the ground. He looked to his feet. Another rope. He groaned and rolled aside as a second ball of snow hurtled past him. Rolling back to the middle and standing up he brushed off the dirt that clung to him now. He made another attempt forward, but spotted a third rope. He grinned, he was not going to get snowballed this time.
Jumping over the rope he finds himself in a trap that was dug into the ground and covered over. "Oh, hi there Jet." Virginia simply said as he sat on her. "Mind getting off me?"
"Yeah, sure h-"The trap closed up above him and he grown. "You could have mentioned that." He moaned.
"Yeah, well, you are crushing me." She groaned. He shifted around in the dark until he was sure he was not sitting on her. No, he was sitting on the bones of some other person. "You got me all wet. Is this sweat?"
"You didn't see the bloody snowballs?" He said in outrage.
"Uh, snowballs? What's that?"
"Big balls of frozen water." He explained.
"Oh, no."
"You didn't hit the ropes then?"
"Oh, no, I did. Nothing happened though, so I kept walking. I tripped over the last one and fell in here." She explained.
"Oh, I hate you." He said with a sigh. He had the medium for the guardian of luck! Why was it not working for him? "Have you tried to get out of here?"
"No, not yet. I must've hit my head." She mumbled.
"Use the light medium so I can at least see you." Jet demanded.
"Okay." The hole just big enough for three was lit up by the medium. Jet glanced at Virginia with worry. "What is it?"
"You're...bleeding." He said.
"Oh?"
"You must've gotten it when you hit your head. Come here." She scooted towards him.
"What're you going to do?"
"Well, I'm going to make sure it's not bleeding anymore. I don't need you dying on me, now do I? I won't get much done that way." He muttered as he took his last scarf off and used it to mop up what blood there was coming down her face. Her hair was sort of clumped on her right side because of the blood drying in it. "The good news is that you're not bleeding anymore it seems. That, and you didn't lose much in the first place."
"What's...all this blood on you?" She softly said.
"Huh? Oh, it's not mine." Jet said glancing down at his clothes. "Some guy named July or March or some random month said I killed his sister. She...looked pretty bad when I saw her."
Virginia looked away. "I'm sorry Jet."
"Huh? Why?"
"I killed May. He was mad at you for what I did." She said with guilt.
He stared at her silently for a moment. "Don't...blame yourself. I'm sure even if you hadn't he still would have attacked me for another reason. Probably the same reason that woman attacked you."
Virginia surprised him by falling into his chest. He was about to push her back and yell at her, but she spoke first. "I killed her Jet! I've...never killed another human before...They were always demons." She said as tears welled up. "It...was horrible to see. I'm glad you made it. I was worried you died."
"Uh, how could you think I died?" He scoffed. "The Filgaia Sample does not die, and if I did, I would just come back as a ghost to haunt you after I killed that damn Emma."
"Are we going to get out of here?" She wondered.
"Well, seeing that you haven't tried to escape, we probably could just easily break that rock above us. Probably with the guardian's help." Jet observed the ceiling to the hole. "Okay, let's get the Hell out of here." With that he tried to push whatever was covering the hole with his arms. Then he tried it with his back using his legs to push up. Then he grunted and sat back down to gain some breath.
"Jet, there's a dead man here. Did you really think he didn't try that?" Virginia mused. He glared.
"Oh, so I'm no good at escaping? Let's see you try." Jet crossed his arms.
"Okay, here goes." She flung some tindercrests at it. Eventually the rock got so hot that it cracked when the outside air that was cold met with it. Shattering all over Jet who was not ready for it. "Wow. I guess we won't need to use the guardians." She climbed out. "You coming?"
"Just leave me...here in my slowly dying pride."
"Jet, no one likes hubris." Virginia said in a sing-song voice.
"Okay, I'm coming." He stood and shook his body like a dog never uncrossing his arms while sending pieces of rock and dust about. Finally he simply just jumps out of the hole. Who knew he could jump that high? "So, upward right?" He glanced away from the rope he jumped over. Now that he could see things he actually saw the noticeable strands of ropes. "Man, I can't wait until daylight."
Virginia and Jet continued up the mountain for about and hour. It was this moment in time in which Jet noted that Virginia must be his good luck charm because he had not been attacked by any random thing for over an hour. She blushed, and he kept going for five minutes before rethinking what he said. At which point he blushed as well, but she was past that.
After another hour it seemed like dawn would be coming soon. The air was getting warmer and the pitch black of the night was starting to become red. It was at this time the two got to the peak.
Nothing. There was nothing up here. Virginia kicked a rock in frustration. "Where is Shadow of the Sun? We climbed all this way for nothing?"
Jet tugged on her sleeve with a gaping mouth. "Uh, Virginia?"
"What?"
He pointed out an area in front of them and away from the flat area they had been looking at. "We're not done yet." He grimly noted as she sighed. There was still mountain going up, and unfortunately for them, it was at an exact ninety degree angle and no longer would they have the benefit of inclined slopes to climb. "So, how's your mountain climbing skills?" Jet wondered.
"I...I suck at it."
"Right, I was thinking so." He groaned. "I guess...I'll have to carry you then." He reluctantly replied.
"Are you sure you can? It looks pretty far."
"Good point. You better heal me first."
"Still, are you sure you can carry me up that?"
He squinted his eyes to try and see the top. "Uh, whatever." He said with a shrug. No, he was really just as concerned though. He did not want to get halfway up and learn he can not do it. For his sake as well as hers'. Still, he was going to try it anyway. Try being the key word.