AN: Well... as I had said I haven't been able to update soon so I'm going to try to make the chaps the longest possible... well... hehehe I'm sorry I can't put Orlha in this chap... but I'll try my best to put her in the next one... it's 'cause I had... even from the second chap... made a storyline to see what's in each chap so as to not get lost but I think I can change somewhat the other one 'cause this chap is going to be entirely about the... situation at Porre, and so like that I'll just refer once to in which dimension are the scenes being held, and I'll put instead the place where they are being held, but I'm not going to say more if not I'm going to spoil this chap and the next one... but I hope ya understand my reasons... however I'll try all my best to take yer comments... I mean to yer suggestions here... aww well I hope ye understand what I mean...Oh and I think this chap is going to be shorter that the 3 chap... sorry for that... but it'll be longer than the other two chaps...And another thing! From now on the thoughts of the people are going to be specified in italics as well as special references and emphasizing, but be AWARE that not all the italics are thoughts, ya must read carefully in those parts!
And ya must be wondering why do I use the "another world Norris" well I'll explain that later on the story! Ye must be patient! Also... I think the Norris on this chap is going to be a little OOC, but don't worry, I don't think he's THAT different! Another thing... later on I'll call something in a way I'm not too sure it is called, but I really don't remember its name... if I'm wrong... then I beg your forgiveness 'cause my Chrono Cross' cd doesn't work anymore... I really need to buy a new one! Ahhh... and one last thing... let's guess there're airplanes and helicopters in that world...I'll explain that later!
Well... thanks for yer attention and sorry for the delay! I hope ya enjoy this chap!
Another World
It was in the ocean, more precisely at one little boat, where the cloaked man with sapphire eyes stood. He was in persecution of a bigger ship with the name of the S.S. Invincible. And due to this, he was at full speed with his Porre-motorized-boat; the enormous ship was already in sight.
The water splashed, and every time it happened, it hit the face of the man, who seemed as if it was not hitting him at all. He was, after all, concentrated on his task. But, of course, he was very careful to not get seen by the vigil as he approached the colossus ship. If he is seen before he had boarded the ship, the mission would be going to be a total loose, so because of that he was extremely alert of the Pirates that boarded the S.S Invincible.
When he was already there, so as to prevent to being seen, he decided to use a very uncommon element, which was known for not but a few people. This was a kind of shield that prevented his enemies to see him. It was a very useful item, indeed.
He lifted his gaze, to see better the ship, once he got at its side. Sure thing, indeed, it was an extremely awing sight. He liked it, but he was not going to let anyone know. He was that type of person that didn't interact too much with people, he didn't like the fact that someone know anything about him, he liked that anybody would not know anything from him. He did saw that as a weakness.
But somehow now, he felt the sudden urge to talk about this perfect ship. He liked ships a lot, but that didn't mean he liked boats too. He liked the ships only because when he was little his father died on a ship. His hateful father that made him to experience a painful childhood. But when his father died, he was freed from these hurting chains that tied him to pain.
He did really thank the ships, and even fancied about them. He began to study all the types of ships that existed; it became a past time to him. He knew every part of any ship and surely he had designed his owns. But he didn't have anyone to talk about them; he was alone after all. His mother died giving birth to him, and his father really loved her, that's why he took so much hatred to his own child. Because he took her from him.
So when his father died, he was left at an orphanage where he escaped and went to some pirates who taught him all about ships, and boats, which he hated because he almost got drawn by one, how ironic, and in exchange he worked for them. But that was until a band of thieves took the control of the ship and killed all the pirates.
The leader of the band took a likening to him and so he made his part of them. The band where known as the...
He shook his head to let those thoughts obliterate, as he needed to focus in his task on hand. As he made this, his electric sapphire eyes widened in concentration.
He pushed some kind of switch that was in the Porre-boat that he was. He waited just a few moments and then a click was heard. Suddenly the Porre-boat began to sink very slowly. But he didn't care; he just turned to the ship and pulled something out of his cloak.
It was a kind of a grappling hook that he pointed towards the ship. Focusing on his target he shouted the hook to it. Being made of wood, it was easy for the pointed metallic part of the hook to get stocked in it.
Making sure that it was well secured, he pulled the trigger and his self was dragged to the ship. Once he got there, in a kind of passage that was at the ship's side, he pulled the trigger once more while he pulled the hook lightly so as the pointed part of the hook to be freed and return to its original position. He then proceeded to save the hook in his pocket.
Once it was done, he turned his head to see the sinking boat, which was almost all under water, and nodded his head in acceptance, almost happy to see it sinking. Then he quickly, but quietly got up the staircases at the end of the passage, at his left, which led to a door. That was the storage room, better known as the caboose. He made his way through all the things and went to another set of staircases that led to another door that seemed to lead to the outside.
He got there, and another set of stairs were visible at his left, and at his right, printed on the wall, was a design of the pirates symbol. It gave him a feeling of nostalgia. Once he finished admiring the draw, he climbed the stairs. A much larger, set of steps was after the stairs, they led to the deck. With admonish he quickly got near to the end and revised the deck.
Eight rough Pirates were standing guard in there. Some of them were joking and not paying too much attention to the task in hand; the other ones just sat seeing the sky or doing something else but guard. He saw that the only one completely aware of the sea was the vigil, which was at the top of the mast.
He quickly formulated a plan to get to the door that was at the right of the termination of the ladder. This was going to be easier than he thought, but even with that, he didn't let his guard down. Then with such a grace that easily matched the ones of the cats, he dodged to the door, avoiding completely the guards.
Soon after the door, there were a few stairs that headed down. He got down and saw a long passage. With quiet footsteps and looking around constantly he glided to the end, which leaded to two pair of short steps. The low level seemed to be a room of some sort and the upper level was the bedroom of the captain. It was obvious because of the symbol that was above the door. His mission was almost completed, in some terms.
He entered the room just to be met by the sword of the captain himself: Fargo.
He was wearing a black shirt without sleeves and pants with a belt, with a red kerchief tied upon his neck. Leather gloves and boots, although the fingers and the parts of the feet were black. He had shoulder-length hair that was tied into a ponytail; he was pretty muscled too, in his left arm was a tattoo of a pirate design. And he had a black mustache. His eyes where deep blue and he was raven-haired.
He held a confident smile.
Shifting his attention from the captain, he proceeded to inspect the room they were sharing, even if that meant for just a couple of minutes or so, for it depended on his words and even some of his fortune.
The room seemed quite nice. A beautiful mirror was at his right; it seemed to have been taken care with a lot of precaution. In the center of the room was a lonely chair at which in the back part of it was extended what seemed to be the captain's jacket. At his left stood various drawers that held a lot of trinkets and another kind of stuff, it didn't matter to him. At the far side of the little room was a balcony from where the sea could be seen, it had two doors, but they where open.
He liked the room, it did smell, surprisingly, quite nice. But now, it wasn't the time to think about such things.
"Ya land lubber! Y' thought I wasn't goin' to see yer boat, ain't it?" Fargo smirked; he retired the curved sword from the neck of the cloaked man who didn't even flinch at the sudden move. "Whatcha want?"
Still smirking, Fargo searched in his pocket a cigarette, when he found one he burned it. While he took a big breathe of it, he turned to see the cloaked man with both, curiosity and confidence. "Silent are we? Heh, cat got yer tongue?"
Not waiting for an answer he continued, "Must say ya impressed me by gettin' past me guards!"
The man stood silent for a moment but then smirked although Fargo couldn't see it. "They were guards?" he asked in a mockingly tone. Fargo didn't care.
"So ya have tongue!" he responded in the same tone as him. Then, nodding his head, he said, "Yer right! They're just pathetic assholes!"
The man didn't reply he just kept staring at the captain, who smoked once more from the cigarette. "Ya still haven't responded me question."
The man suppressed a sigh and, almost unnoticeable, rolled his eyes.
"I'm here because of some business," the man said, making the captain to pay more attention. "What kind of business?" Fargo asked, arching an eyebrow, as he smoked.
The man kept quiet, and slowly he got his right-gloved hand up. Fargo then saw that a thick, beaded necklace was tied upon it. He stopped smoking as his entire attention fell upon the man; somehow that necklace gave him an uneasy feeling of... nostalgia? He wasn't sure, nor that he cared anyway. What he did care was the fact that this intruder got a dangerous treasure.
Frowning he demanded, "Better speak yerself out before I cut ya into pieces!"
As he saw that he was not going to receive any response, Fargo snapped angrily, almost growling, quickly losing his patience, "I swear for Davy Jones that I'll cut ya to pieces if ya don't speak!"
The man just shrugged.
"I'll explain everything in the way there but before I do... Aye mate yer fella's in trouble," the man spoke motionless, although he masterfully imitated the kind of speaking of a pirate. Blinking, Fargo shocked his head and frowned, his angry mood momentarily forgotten.
After some moments of hesitation he nodded, at last, his head. "Aye, aye mate!" he exclaimed in acceptance.
It was, after all, the code of the pirates to always help a fellow mate in trouble. But just a few people did know about that code, much less about the content of that code. "Who's this fella?"Fargo thought as he headed for the megaphone that leaded to the deck. He opened it and then spoke there.
"Prepare the cannons, and head to starboard!" he shouted. "Move, move! It's goin' to be a lon' trip!"
Soon enough they heard hurried footsteps above them, and a lot of noise too. Quite a turmoil was being held even to such a small, in some terms, place. They both knew that the Pirates were stirring aroung preparing all the stuff for the travel.
Fargo, waiting for the Pirates to get done the buckling, turned to the sapphire-eyed man. "I'm sure this won't be a quiet an' peaceful trip, ain't it?" he asked the man as he furrowed his eyebrows.
"Yes." The man responded uneasily.
"Part one, completed," he thought. "Part two, under execution."
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Until we meet again
"Someday people will get separated"
"But yet they can see each other"
"But when selfishness falls upon their hearts"
"A curse, they will get"
"The only way to save themselves"
"Is find each other again"
"But if they fail?"
Chapter 4:
The Escape
Porre Military Prison
The blue shining moon was being reflected on the floor of the cold prison. It was midnight, after all, and the only light in such place was the one of the moon. The moonlight passed through the bars of one particular cell, on which was occupied by a blonde haired man.
As the reflecting moonlight passed throughout his tired eyelids, he woke up. Slowly his blue eyes adjusted themselves for the barely given light. There he was, lying in the rickety old bed of his cell, staring to the distorted image of the moon that was reflected on the floor.
Somehow, that sight relieved him from all the pressure he had experienced hours before. Even thought he was hesitant about what he had done before, he was sure that he did, indeed, the right thing. After all, he got to the peace's side and that was what mattered the most.
And maybe, with some luck, he would be going to be saved from the immolation he was going to face. He was human and he also feared sometimes.
But he knew. He knew that he could, and would, face the death that threatened him, the one known as Hole.
Although he still felt bewildered. Confused about at which side he should get in. He still had a complete week to decide if he chooses the Honorable death of peace, or the Shame of the war life that he was sure he was going to experience if he chooses to cooperate with Porre.
He was a noble man and he was not going to let anyone suffer just because of someone's spiteful ambition. That was almost... unpure to him.
Even if he had no rights to say so, thinking as such, he betrayed his own ideals of right and wrong to do not exist, after all, it really depended on the people's point of view.
But this was off his limits, he was sure that he had the rights to say such things.
"To take an unnecessary war so to fill the ambition of some governors... that's just... that's not right," the man, better known as Norris, whispered forcefully still brooding over the situation.
He was the young ex-commander that had defied his mother country and, at the same time, had taken its enemy's side.
It was because the country he loved so much betrayed him by taking those decisions. He was experiencing so much shame towards El Nido that he really believed in confronting, for once, his own country.
"It is best for it," he murmured, lifting his gaze to the ceiling, not perceiving a silent figure, approaching, sphinx like, the bars.
"That is... completely right."
Norris stood up and frowned, he didn't expect a response. He turned to the direction from where the voice came. And even though he didn't made any type of defending position he still stood with alert.
"Identify yourself!" Norris demanded somewhat quiet, due to the fact that he was sure that the man heard perfectly. He was wearing a black cloak that covered all of his self except for his eyes, Norris mused. With the barely moon light that was there, he saw, too, that the man had cold emerald eyes.
The man stood in silence, watching over the young commander. Norris's head cocked to one side, the frown still in his features. "Didn't I make myself clear? Identify yourself!" he repeated, his patience slowly getting away.
The emerald-eyed man stared at the ex-commander for a long time. Norris just glared back. They both stood in silence, studying each other. Studying every single feature of their bodies, and movements.
The man slowly got his right gloved-hand up. Norris saw that a beaded necklace was tied upon it; he immediately recognized it as...
"You... you are?!" Norris asked quietly but with some vexation. "Yes," the man stated simple, not surprised by the reaction of the blonde haired man that stood in front of him.
Norris scowled and glared at the emerald-eyed man that was at the other side of the bars. He was wondering why this man was there. "What do you want?" the blonde haired, ex-commander, inquired dryly.
"I'm here to... free you," the man said in a laconic kind of way. Norris arched an eyebrow with a mixture of curiosity and surprise. "To free me?"
The man, slightly, nodded his head. "That is... quite right."
"Why?" Norris asked. "Commander Norris, isn't it bad manners to ask someone's reasons?"
Norris was taken aback. "Yes, I suppose," Norris responded cautiously. The man made his way to the door of the cell, and, to Norris' surprise, held out a key to open it.
A click was heard and it echoed into the cell, although it was a surprisingly quiet sound. Then, the door stood open before Norris eyes. The cloaked man smiled briefly even though Norris couldn't see.
Norris just kept seeing the door in silence. He wasn't sure if he should advance and cross the door that will lead him to freedom. He needed to consider his prospects, due to his mind somehow told him to do it, but his loyal and noble heart told him to stay and face the General so as to prove him wrong. But that would just mean that he was provably sentencing himself to death.
What to do?
"Aren't you going to come, Sir Norris?" the man smirked knowing about the dilemma Norris was at. This only made the ex-commander to snap out of his thoughts. "Should I?" the blonde haired man inquired nonplussed.
"Of course," the smirking man insisted, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Why?" Norris asked absently.
"That's something you have to find out," the emerald-eyed man replied seeing the pother state of the blonde, once, commander.
Norris's littering was, of course, very important, for this was a very delicate situation. He did have two options: To stay in the cell and face the death that was awaiting for him, or to escape with this man that he barely knew so to get his freedom.
What would happen if he chooses to stay? Sure he would probably die from hunger or by the General's hands, or maybe he would have the strength to live and face the General so as to convince him from attacking the El Nido, but that was almost null to do so. And he would die in an honorable kind of way
But in the other hand, he still had the option of escaping and somehow do something for the nation of El Nido and even his own nation, even thought he could, and surely would, be called a traitor. But that way he probably would be going to prevent lots of deaths. Not to mention that he would prevent a war for being held.
Norris nodded now sure about his decision. "It is best this way," Norris thought moving forward the door, his eyes gleaming with determination. He stopped just a hand-span from crossing it.
The cloaked man looked directly to the blue eyes of the soldier, which seemed almost like silver because of the dim light the moon offered, but even with the shade of the silverish, almost white, color; he saw perfectly the determination in those eyes.
"It seems that you have made your decision, isn't it, Sir Norris?" the man inquired with curiosity.
Norris nodded solemnly and earnestly uttered, "Please, Sir, lead me."
"I will do, yes," the man nodded with approval.
"Thank you."
Porre Military Center
The light was dim, and just a few whisperings could be heard, there, in that great hall of the Military Center. In the marbled floor, the moonlight that entered from the windows aside of the great hall, gave the sight a hint of both, beauty and fear.
A strange feeling for a picture that was supposed to be stoic and monotone. That was supposed to be cold, and without any source of life. But that yet, expressed a sensation of enchantment within the depths of it.
As the echo of the murmurs in the obscure night passed throughout all the fortress, the moonlight seemed to say that it wasn't the only one in the whole fortress, for its spirits said that there was another light, a weak and unnatural light.
Truth be told that the fact was due to a lamp in the General's quarters. It was an extreme rare occasion that someone, even the General, was up that late of night; the only ones that stayed up were the ones in patrol duty or even the ones in convict.
But life has its exceptions, and this one, was one of them.
"Perfect! Simply perfect!" laughed the General who hold a strange artifact in his hands, pondering over it.
It wasn't an artifact after all; it was more like a fruit, a strange purple fruit in fact. It was like a cherry but for the difference that this one was of an almost sickening color. It wasn't soft neither hard, it felt like flesh and just by touching it, it send chills to the spine, for its smooth was almost yearning. Its smell, its odor was one of a putrefact dead; it was disgusting, but something inside of it was taunting. Its taste could easily kill somebody and yet send him to the clouds for it also tasted like heaven.
It was something to bring out the deep demonic souls that rested inside of us; and it reacted once it was placed into the mouth, but its effects were activated just when a very particular bell sounded. Once you had eaten it, you could not escape from its powers; unless, you had a strong will to live.
It was the key to the triumph for this war. The key that would take the noble soul of Norris and place it in his hands, in his power.
As the General was enjoying his time thinking about such, for some, selfish thoughts, and for others, brilliant thoughts, he didn't notice a blur at the corner of his eye, or even if he had noticed, it was completely positive that he didn't care about it at all, for he always can assume who is the one that comes inside his room without permission.
The unknown person didn't greet nor even said a word; he just stood in silence, watching with amusement the reaction of the General towards that strange purple fruit in his hands. He did have curiosity about what was that fruit and why was the General so interested in it, but it didn't matter to ask, for the General would tell him what was it anyway. Smirking, he leaned onto the wall and crossed his arms; he waited patiently for the General to finish admiring his, apparently, newly found treasure.
"Do you know what is this?" the General asked him with a smirk of his own.
"No,-should-I?" the person, who appeared to be an android, managed to stammer those few words. In his tone could be heard the same amusement that he had while watching the General rapt over the fruit. He continued to smirk.
"Of course, Grobyc," the General replied to the android that responded to the name of Grobyc. "This is the key for the absolute control."
Grobyc couldn't help but to continue smirking with sarcasm. "Absolute-Control?" he thought mockingly.
Grobyc, as was mentioned before, was an android, but he wasn't an ordinary android, he was an android meant to kill. A superb powerful weapon with thoughts of his own.
He was dressed with some Porre-like uniform, though a red kerchief was tied upon his neck covering his mouth, -the General couldn't see the movements of his mouth- it was also one of the reasons as to why the android stammered the words instead of speaking english fluently. His skin was blue. His hair blonde and pointed as if it was gravity defying. His eyes were of an onyx color; he had a strong piercing glare. In his forehead was a strange, blue symbol that assimilated a kind of a delicate and small flame.
"Why-is-it-so-important?" Grobyc asked him in a curious manner.
As this question leaved the android's lips, Hole's face seemed to brighten in a mischievous way. "Ah, there is a very simple answer to that!"
The General's eyes closed at this point. "This fruit," he began, holding the fruit in front of his closed eyes as to remark his words. "It's called the Bell Flower, it does make anyone that eat it to be... how do I put it? Ahh... yes! Bad," he said with delight, opening his eyes and looking at it.
Grobyc scowled, thought he didn't knew why. His curiosity, driving the best of him. "How-does-it-work?" he inquired with an eyebrow arched.
"With a special bell," Hole turned to see him. "That is why it's called the Bell Flower, because of its unique characteristic of just being activated when this special bell sound."
Grobyc eyes furrowed in slight confusion. "Why-do-you-have-it?" he wondered.
The General's eyes half closed, they were sparkling with some anger; his smirk dimmed a little.
"This way Norris is going to obey my orders," he explained in a dry manner. "If he does survive to the seven-day convict, I'll feed him with the Bell Flower."
Norris, that name resounded in Grobyc's mind. It wasn't just for the fact that he was a highly known commander, or that he was the better spy that the Porre military had, no, it was something completely different; that name resounded on Grobyc's mind due to some foreign nostalgia.
"Yes-nostalgia," Grobyc wondered why he felt that feeling; he didn't like to feel anything like that for anyone, but as he heard the ex-commander's name he couldn't help but to feel that he had known him for something else.
And also, he knew that this Norris guy wasn't going to be defeated so easily.
He let out a small snort. "It-won't-work."
The General's anger now seemed to be shown. "What did you say?" he demanded in a very dangerous low and cold voice. Grobyc's smirk widened even more with mere mirth. "It-won't-work," he repeated.
Hole's eyes seemed to be boiling with anger. "Why it won't work?!" he yelled furiously. The android seemed, as much, calm to the situation. He didn't fear the General a bit.
"Norris-is-strong," he replied with a yawn, he was beginning to get bored of this.
As abruptly as the anger of the General appeared, it vanished. Yet his face still held a frown. Norris was not going to win against him, ever! But still, he was a little scared that the power of the Bell Flower wouldn't be sufficient enough to make Norris fall into his power. Norris was, indeed, a strong man, but he was not going to admit it, ever, and especially to a stupid android.
"But he's not strong enough."
With that he turned towards to his desk to place the Bell Flower in there. Grobyc looked over to him confidently; Norris was strong enough. "Your-plan-would-not-work."
The General didn't say anything, he just allowed his right hand to get to the hilt of his sword and held it tightly, so tightly that his knuckles went white.
"If you're planning to betray me too... I'll have to kill you," Hole said with a hoarse voice while gritting his teeth. He didn't like a bit the fact that Norris has betrayed him. It did ruined all his plans; he expected Norris to understand his reasons as to why he was doing this, but the imbecile of the commander didn't understand, and that was something he really hated. So due to that, he decided to make him understand.
As he said that, he didn't even turn to look to the android, which was practically going to laugh in the most sarcastic way. The General, as his back was facing the android, of course couldn't see this.
"Kill-me?" he laughed with disbelief in his head. Then with complete greed he murmured. "We-will-see-who-kills-who."
Grobyc was well know as the rebellious type, he was the only soldier that didn't take orders from anyone that wasn't stronger than him, he didn't knew anyone that strong, at least not consciously.
He gave one last mocking glare to the General, and then, he leaved the room.
Now an infuriated General was alone in there. "Someday..." he thought with pure hatred.
Porre Military Prison
It wasn't a surprise that someone has seen the interaction between the emerald-eyed man and the ex-commander. Nor that it was a surprise that someone had helped the cloaked man to get the prison's key, which was his case.
He was a brown-haired man with hazel eyes. He was young, about 16 or 17 years old. And of course, he was a newcomer to the Porre Military. But being just a novice in the army didn't mean that he didn't take a likening to the blonde. He was one of the blue-eyed ex-spy's admirers, and even maybe, he was the number one.
Just a few minutes ago he was patrolling the cells with a companion of him. Nothing was different, except for the fact that one of the most capacitate spies, in the whole Porre, was the only occupant of the rather huge level of the prison. When Norris first came, handcuffed, a few hours ago, it did really surprise him and his partner that he was in the seven-day convict.
Norris a traitor to the nation?
He surely didn't believe his ears, nor that he believed his eyes.
"What could've happened?" he, several times before, had asked this question to himself.
But then, when he and his companion were patrolling the level, this strange-cloaked man appeared. The first reaction they got to do was to be shocked, but it didn't last long as both soldiers drew their weapons upon an oddly relaxed man. Both of them, still newcomers to the Porre Military, didn't have any experience with a situation like this.
His companion, being by nature a non-patient man, attacked without thinking the emerald-eyed man, who, as strangely as it seems, seemed to be amused at the careless reaction of the young man, even if his face was hidden beneath that darkly tunic.
With a swift movement, the man knocked out cold his barely wise companion.
As he looked at the helpless body of the young man before him, he absently let out a sigh. It didn't surprise him at all that his partner would end up like that. He knew that his partner was of the type kick-first-and-then-ask, so he didn't even need to count until he attacked, which was something he should do too. Realizing this, he shook his head and turned to the stranger, who was staring at him intensely. He felt a little intimidated by that look, but he still glanced back at him with a determined face.
Quietly, so as to not disturb the only occupant of the farthest cell, which was, at that time, sleeping, he demanded, "Who are you?"
Of course he didn't expect any kind of response from the man. He assumed that this man was a spy of some sort, but, from were? He wasn't exactly sure, for as far as he knew no nation was a potential enemy to the El Porre aside of the El Nido Archipielago, but they were partially becoming allies, was he wrong?
Then again, what was this man doing here?
"Good question, albeit I'm not answering it," the man said, letting the brown-haired novice to realize that he had been voicing his thoughts.
"Right," the man grinned mischievously, thought the hazel-eyed couldn't see it. "A very... unusual strategy for a soldier, I might presume."
The young man felt the blood going to his head. He was really embarrassed and somewhat furious for not being able to control his own tongue. He wondered how many times, has he done that, before, and no one to have alerted him about that. Except of this man.
"Why?" the man wondered curiously and amusedly. He really did know the answer but he decided to have some fun. His new teasing pray would not escape from him that easily.
"Why what?" the brown-haired snapped with a big blush on his face. The smirk on the emerald-eyed man widened. "Why you have a flush?"
Now the young novice seemed like a tomato. Turning away, rather irked, he grumbled, "That's none of your business!"
Bad move.
Soon he found his way to the floor, he was still conscious though, but anyway in the floor. Greatly irritated and obviously annoyed he shouted, "Why'd you did that for?"
The man snorted with true amusement. It was really so much fun to him to have been able to meet such a pair of novices. He really wondered what was happening with the El Military Porre, –that was Porre's militia's official name, - he didn't remember that they have had such a pair of soldiers before.
But to think of it, it was probably that those two novices were down here, in the prison, because of their lack ness of untrust, after all, mostly of the time, the El Porre Prison was inhabited.
"What do you think kid?" he asked with a teasing voice. He was, at that moment, atop the hazel-eyed young man, pressing his aching head to the floor with one hand. Without waiting for an answer he continued, "I'm the stranger, kid, and I could be far away too easy your enemy."
It was obvious that he took a likening to the fuming brown-haired young man. "I know! I just got myself a little bit careless! I didn't noticed that I even turned my back to you!" he shouted trying, with not much success, to free his self.
"You know kid? I could have killed you."
Realization struck directly into his mind. He blinked, ignoring the aching pain of his head. Why did that man kept him conscious? Even the less, why was he still alive?
"Simple, I need you," the man with cold, although sparkling with gayety, eyes grinned in a mischievous way, stating the obvious to the hazel eyed. "When I'm going to learn to keep my mouth shut?" he muttered sighing.
"Another good question," the man chuckled, standing up. He then proceeded to offer him a hand. He accepted, albeit a little bit annoyed, but somewhat relieved; rubbing his head.
Blinking, he inquired, "Why do you need me?"
The stranger just stayed silent.
The brown haired novice now had an amalgam of emotions. He felt curious, annoyed, embarrassed, suspicious, confused, and even somewhat of an amused like to this man. "Are you going to stay quiet or what?" he asked arching an eyebrow, still rubbing his head, which seemed to be recuperating quite quickly.
He couldn't tell any emotions from the man. His emerald eyes were like a void to him, reflecting no emotions.
Some minutes of silence followed soon after the young soldier spoke the last question. The man was staring at him, as if studying him. And for his part, he was just waiting for an answer.
Suddenly the cloaked one broke the silence, "Do you think the... ex... commander's... punishment was fair?"
Of all answers, that was one he didn't expect. "O-of course!" he responded hesitantly, why was this stranger asking such a question?
He could swear that he saw happiness in the eyes of the cloaked stranger, for it just lasted a brief of second.
The man, behind the cloak, was smirking. "Then you wouldn't mind giving me the keys to his cell."
Another thing he didn't expect. He almost fell to the floor upon hearing such demand. "W-what?" he asked uncertainly.
"The keys, soldier," the man spoke lowly, almost unbearable, putting an emphasis, obviously trying to convince him.
Which he did with just one try.
"Yes... I'm a soldier that serves to his commander," the hazel-eyed thought. He was part of Norris's squad, and he did need to help him.
Without hesitation he handed the keys to the man, who has heard his thoughts and admired him a little. "But... why are you helping him?" he asked the emerald-eyed, who was in the process of going towards the cell. His back was now facing him.
"As you said... a soldier serves to his commander," he whispered as he moved forwards to the cell. The hazel-eyed young man didn't reply anything, thought he was completely confused.
Suddenly the man stopped, turned to the soldier, and get off his hood. The brown haired looked surprised, but he couldn't tell how does the stranger looked because he was in the darkest part of the prison. A little bit far away from him.
"I do think we are going to need your help later," he quickly pulled his hood on again. He then reached the cell, talked to Norris, and after some hesitation on the commander's part, they leaved. Norris not noticing the two soldiers' presence.
And that was what happened some minutes before. Now he was attending his unconscious companion wondering what would happen later.
Porre Military Prison
A lot was in the game. They couldn't risk anything. They had to be sure nothing would go wrong, or else...
Or else they would die.
Of course, escaping from a fortress filled with more than one hundred, ten thousand soldiers wasn't going to be easy. But, escaping from a fortress in the middle of the night, when ninety-nine percent of the soldiers were sound asleep, was something totally different. It just depended on their capacity to plan things, and of course, their luck.
They were still in the Prison, though not in the level that Norris was held imprisoned due to the fact that that was a level above, but still in the prison. They had to, first, get to the lowest level of the whole military prison, which was, at some parts, filled with guards and even some prisoners.
The El Military Porre was divided into five sections: The Porre Military Center, where all the decisions were made, and the rooms of the high officials stood there, as well as the kitchen and some other likely rooms; The Porre Military Training Grounds, a.k.a. TG, where, obviously, all the soldiers trained; The Porre Military Docks, where all the transportation machines stood, but there were mostly boats; The Porre Military Rooms, where the rooms of all the soldiers stood.
Not to forgot the Porre Military Prison, where all the prisoners were held punished. It had four levels: The upper level was only for those to be called Traitors to the Nation, that was why it was unoccupied; The third level, as it was mentioned before, was where they stood, it was the level for those who were punished at the army, and so it was, too, unoccupied; The second level was another thing, there were the most dangerous men of the whole country, it was almost completely filled, but thank goodness they didn't have to pass through them; As for the first level, it was where the guards rested for a bit until it was their turn to patrol, doing whatever thing they could to keep from boring to hell.
Why were the most dangerous men in the second level instead of the last? That was something that would stay as a guess. Some people say that it was to scare the hell out from the soldiers who though about doing some mischievous pranks over their superiors, so that way they would think twice before breaking the rules. Others say that it was to have them more controlled, although no one could see the sense on that, why having them closer to the exit instead of having them on the top?
But that wasn't the time to think about that, now they had other things to worry about. They had to get to the other side of the El Military Porre, the Porre Military Docks, and that meant that they had to pass the whole fortress to get in there.
If it is seen the fortress from the front, it is actually an island, a very small one in fact. At the left side of it was the Porre Military Prison, then the Rooms, after that stood the Military Center, at the backside of the Military Center were the training grounds, and at the right side, the docks.
So they had, practically, to cross the whole El Military Porre to get to their objective, without being captured.
Norris's mind, and the man's, flitted back and forth, forming possibilities, plans, and methods, but none seemed to make the situation more comfortable. They had been discussing for almost an hour or so about what to do and what to completely avoid, but none of the plans they've got to form have had them completely satisfied.
They surely didn't know what to do. It seemed as if any plan, method or anything related to the kind, would end up with the possibility of being seen and, as so, captured, even if they were talking about an escape in the middle of the night.
But they had to decide quickly if they were willing to escape before the sunrise.
"Sir Norris," the man called the blonde, it came out of habit. "What are our possibilities to cross the PMR without being seen?"
Norris couldn't help sighing. The PMR, better know as the Porre Military Rooms, was much likely a huge building with no floors. There were only capsules that served as rooms for the soldiers and each one of them was just big enough to get a single person inside of it. If someone needed to cross from the PMC –Porre Military Center- to the PMP –Porre Military Prison- they had to cross the main room of the PMR, which was, day and night, filled with soldiers.
In other words, they have none.
The silence of the blue-eyed served as an answer to him. For him, getting into the PMP wasn't a problem at all because an airplane threw him, in other words, he made a parachute jump. But an airplane couldn't rescue them due to it couldn't stand still at one single point. Getting an helicopter was simply worse, it would wake up the whole EMP –El Military Porre- and then they could, and would, easily take it down, so their only option were the docks.
The problem was getting there. "Is there any light in the main room?" he asked referring to the PMR.
Norris looked unsure for a brief moment, but, at last, nodded his head. "It is quiet likely, yes."
Norris could feel that the man was frowning; he suspected that this stranger didn't thought of this little problem before. "Then... our only option is to pray for no one to see us."
The ex-commander couldn't help but to smile sympathetically. Why? He was not sure.
The man licked his lips while considering this option. There was no other way to get to the docks except for the sea, but that would be like suicide. So either way they would end up crossing the PMR or they would jump to the sea, and then swim, but that was a risk he couldn't afford to take. He decided to try crossing the PMR.
Norris, at the other hand, was curious about this man- if it wasn't called suspicious- and his necessity –yes that would most likely suit- to help him. Without considering the fact of the necklace.
"Sir Norris," the man called making the blue-eyed to snap out of his thoughts. Blinking he looked at him. "We must take the risk... we must cross the PMR."
Norris was not surprised; they didn't have any other options after all. "I know," he stiffed a yawn, tiredness trying to creep over him. "And I know that we might, very well, get seen... but I'm not going to let that happen, as far as it concerns me."
The man smiled amusedly. "Didn't expect as such... no wonder why are you the best spy of Porre's," he added. Norris held a little scowl. "No wonder I was one of the bests spies. I'm sure you meant."
The man nodded seeing that he hit a weak point. "Ah, my bad! Sorry for enlighten you the day!" he laughed teasingly. Somehow, even from the moment they begun discussing their few ways of escaping, they have gotten a strange careless attitude towards each other that it really seemed as if they had been a pair of longing known friends, and it created an environment less-tense, for the relief of both.
Norris looked curious. "Enlighten my day?" he asked raising an eyebrow. The emerald-eyed man didn't reply anything. Their conversation was replaced by a heavy silence, which, strangely, weighed upon none of them. The few sounds that could be heard in the entire sole level were those of their calm inhalation and exhalation of the precious air, the peaceful thumping of their hearts making rhythm with them.
Strangely at it seems neither of them were nervous about the situation. It was as if an unknown calmness had fell upon their bodies giving them the necessary relaxing feeling they both desired.
But time was running.
After some minutes of almost total silence he spoke, "We should consider of moving right now if we want to make our escape before sunrise."
Norris responded standing up. He offered his hand to the man, who thankfully accepted it. Cleaning the dust off of his self, Norris replied, "Yes... before sunrise... if not, we're surely going to have some severe and big problems!"
"And that is something we don't want, right?" the man smirked. Norris sighed, "Yes."
The man glanced at the ladder that stood at the farthest end of the level. "Then... let's get going," he whispered, and then his eyes fixed once more over to the young blond.
The blue-eyed nodded, walking forwards to the set of steps without so much of a hurry. Soon, the man followed his track.
They reached what it was called the second level, or level of the maniac, because just those who entered it were specifically named maniac, or, in a less-degree, insane.
There was a huge passage in front of them, at each sides were several cells, most of them occupied by sleeping, although highly dangerous, men. At their right side were the stairs.
Without hesitation they made their way to the first floor. They had to lean against the wall to prevent being seen by the guards.
It had several desks. In some, sat some sleeping guards. Others were just simply reading, or maybe playing chess, anything related to the kind. It was an understatement that they were bored.
For their relief and luck, just two small lamps lighted the room. The light barely reached all of the huge level. Most of the place was covered in a dark and silent atmosphere, above all, the corners. There were no windows, so the moonlight couldn't reach the insides of the level. The place held a yellowish but comfortable color, it was relaxing, and it was very well known by the blue-eyed, who looked at it in a friendly manner. It was reposed too; the few sounds that penetrated into the silent environment were those of the breathings and whisperings that the guards emanated. Both, Norris and the man, could almost hear their own beatings of their hearts, and their quiet, almost inaudible, breathings.
Getting past them was going to be rather easy. None of them were paying attention, they were really bored, and even tired, to catch the presence of the intruders.
They moved slowly to two corners. The darkness being an ally that covered their backs. Each one of them took opposite sides. Sliding towards the exit, filled with a precautious feeling. They were able to make it without getting any attention at all. They reached the exit, which stood closed. A big problem.
They turned to see each other's eyes, both with wonder.
How were they going to open it without anyone to notice?
A very good question.
As their heads were struggling trying to find a solution, a young man spotted them. He was at the ladders; he had stood there watching the movements of the emerald –eyed and the blonde-haired. He knew they needed instant help.
He stepped on the light, the heads of the awaked guards jerked to see him. When they noticed that he was not an unwanted guest they should worry about, they returned their attention to what they were doing before. Not a single word had crossed between the new person and them.
The man stared at the hazel-eyed, who stared back at him, knowingly. The brown haired made his way to the exit. He looked by the corner of his eye the blue-eyed ex-commander, who had nod in gratefulness.
The guards didn't reclaim anything over to him as he steeped outside, nor did they turn to see him out of curiosity. That was their chance. With a swift movement they got outside, their bodies assimilating the steps of a graceful dance.
Once outside, the young soldier closed the door. A small path was at their front it leaded to the PMR.
Admiring the sign of the dusty path surrounded by lush green lawns under the dim light of the moon, the three men stood in wonder and awe. The hazel and blue eyed hadn't noticed this beauty before in their entire lifetime, there at the EMP. They weren't able to do so as the rules were amazingly strict, but now, they did not cared about that anymore.
They could see the silhouette of the huge building of the PMR by the moonlight. The sea, that very well assimilated silver, was peaceful and it also shined. Above it, both, the bluish and reddish moons were visible. The red moon emanating a softest light than its sister, barely visible at the earth's surface. They both offered the darkness a bluish, yet silverish, light. A comforting and relaxing light.
But they did not have time to amaze at such a simple yet complex wonder they had to keep moving.
Without sharing words. Without gestures nor movements. The man and Norris gave their farewells to the young soldier whose name was Dan.
They ran to the PMR, the heavy door clearly closed. With extreme caution they opened it and rushed inside, leaving the brown haired Dan to himself.
He sighed.
He turned to reenter the PMP but stopped. His body rotated to face the door from where the ex-commander disappeared.
His hand slowly found its way to his sin. Saluting, as if he was in front of a senior, and with his heart upon the heavens, he exclaimed in a loud and proud voice, "I, official in guard of the Porre Military Prison, cadet of the 2 squad that serves to the High Commander, Sir Norris, the most capacitated spy of Porre, shall vow my entire loyalty to his presence. I promptly promise that no matter when nor where... I shall fight for his honor!"
His voice lowered some, but still, the fierce look didn't abandon him, "For my name, for my country. I, Dan Vanger Bronniette, shall never leave his side!"
His hand dropped, panting for the lack of air. He stood once more in front of the door, and in a whispered hush, he said, "Until the death approaches my heart."
At last, he entered the door, not daring to see the path from where he last saw his captain and commander.
Porre Military Rooms
It was terrible dark. Not a single lamp, not a single friendly light that could guide them towards their destination, the main room, was present. It was completely dark; they couldn't see where they were going. Or where were they stepping. It was as if they have had their eyes closed; their surroundings weren't the least bit clear for them to be oriented properly. The only sense that could have helped them was the tact, but if they weren't cautious they could, very well, touch a soldier whose capsule could've been open.
So, the unique sense that rested was the, pretty useless, barely sight. Not even the ears could guide them, they couldn't hear, much less see, where the other one was, all owing to the fact that if they talked, the soldiers around them would going to be awaken and, as a result, capture them.
Luckily for them, Norris still remembered his way to the main room, which was straightforward.
After some minutes of silent walking, they reached the main room. The door was open and dizzy light was creeping from the inside. The sound of the talking soldiers, who had been awake in there, was crescendo as they stepped closer to the door.
They stopped as the frame of the door abruptly cut the darkness on where they were stepping. Each one got to a side of it. They peered inside to see how many soldiers were in there.
They counted, every a while returning to the back of the door's frame to prevent from being seen. They turned to see each other's eyes. There were at least twenty soldiers.
Norris couldn't help but sighing. They haven't even reached the PMC and they already have all this problems. He really wondered if they were going to escape without being seen at least once.
But as he looked to the man's eyes, he understood that the foreigner had planned something.
The man pointed to a pile of things at the right side of the room. There were a lot of trinkets, boxes, tables, barrels, and so many other things that they could use for refuge. The pile was extended to occupy all the right side of the room, and surely the soldiers wouldn't going to see them for the pile was tall too. It seemed as if it was his lucky day.
They waited for the soldiers to be extremely entertained with something and for that reason to be looking to another direction.
They didn't have to wait too much.
Some young soldiers were sitting at a table that was in the mere center of the room; they were playing and laughing with other fellow soldiers.
One tall, and muscled, with sandy hair and gray eyes, older than the rest, laughed in a friendly way, "Hah man! You've gotta be kidding me! You," he pointed his finger to a smirking and smaller man while he continued, "a skinny guy, say that you can beat me in a due! Hah!"
The smirking young man with raven hair and green eyes replied in the same tone, "Course I can beat ya!"
"Hey Ammo!" another soldier intervened, a wide grin in his face. "Yo can't beat even yer old lady's!"
The young man known as Ammo flushed. "Grant, don't mess with my grandma!"
All the crew of young men laughed at the remark. Suddenly one yelled, "Hey Cane! I bet that Biggy's here can take skinny's there!"
This only made the people in the table to laugh harder, even the sandy haired one. The one known as Ammo was pretty embarrassed and blushing with vexation.
"Watch yer tongue Johnson!" he snapped angrily.
"Oh... the poor little baby can't take an innocent joke?" one soldier, who appeared to be the same age as Norris, teased. He had blonde hair and onyx-like eyes. "How-how little on', why don't go crying with your momma?"
The small crew of young men couldn't resist it anymore, they burst out laughing, weeping tears apart, clenching their stomachs, some even falling from their seats, others dropping the glasses, plates, or anything that they had have in their hands.
Of course that didn't seem so funny to the green-eyed. "Viroth, don't mess with me if ya don't want yer ass kicked!"
Viroth seemed amused. "The one who's gonna get his ass kicked it's you!" he yelled back.
As the quarrel of the young men continued, it was drawing the attention of their fellows, which were trying to stop themselves from continuing laughing. Norris, who has been watching the entire scene, knew that these soldiers were the most troublesome of the whole army and it was somewhat of a fun to see them fighting. The man didn't care; he motioned to Norris to fallow him.
They got to the other side of the pile, without being seen. They were completely hidden; the tall of the pile was absolutely perfect for it.
Lurking quietly, in a curved position, they watched the men out of precaution as they were advancing. The young cadets seemed to be enjoying their free time a lot. It was natural, owing to the fact that they have little time to relax when it was day. They were constantly training, and such as a little break was almost impossible to them.
They were almost there. The half-wooden, half-metallic, door was waiting for them just a few meters away. Nothing seemed to be a problem.
Except of course...
"Shaddup!" the young soldier known as Ammo yelled as he threw a tumbler to his senior, Viroth. Viroth, smirking, quite easily dodged the tumbler, which unfortunately hit Norris's head, who yelped in pain.
That simple act attracted the attention of the entire table.
He was not going to ever forget those stares, that day. The surprised looks of the young men in the table was, undoubtedly, a huge spectacle to laugh about, but sadly for him, he didn't have such luck, much less, pleasure.
"Norris?!" Viroth thought with alert. The man he hated the most. The man, who was supposedly his best friend, who was supposedly in prison, the one who stole his position as high Commander, and most importantly, his mission in the El Nido, stood there all free and in complete signs of escaping.
Viroth was the soldier who was supposed, at first, to be the spy of the Dragoons, but no, Norris had to be elected and sent to Viper Manor in his place. That thought made an incontrollable rage to boil inside of his heart. He had to do something.
No one had expected that move. He literally jumped from his seat, making the presents to gasp in surprise, and ran to a small crystal case at the other side of the room, the alarm, a red button could be seen at its center, he punched it with such hatred and force that he made the crystal to broke into tiny pieces and, as so, cut his hand. He ignored the creeping pain as he was overwhelmed with rage. The soundly alarm resounding up on the entire fortress.
Norris then considered about retrieving his thoughts.
Porre Military Center
The lights of the entire El Military Porre lighted up the small island. The soldiers were now awake as the furious resounding alarm has been heard in all directions, it didn't stop, however, as they began preparing for the predictable battle. Anything or anyone that has been the cause of the alarm's activation should be someone to take care of, it didn't matter if it was a single intruder, nor if there were various, they prepared the best they could as something unexpected could suddenly happen. But of course, that was happening in the PMR.
As for the PMC, it wasn't strange that the operatives and officials had been awakened too, trying to contact the General to inform him about the situation, thing that was of no use, due to the fact that he already knew what was happening. He was furious, he did not know who was the source of all this mess, but he had an idea.
Norris.
The same young man who has already defied his authority earlier that same day. The one who had ignored his orders and had been taken into prison, where he had expected the ex-commander's absence of trouble, but it seemed that his expectations were wrong, Norris has escaped, and he believed, that with another man's help.
Blind with rage he took the radio, which has been placed in a smaller desk, to give the orders to the high officials for Norris' capture. "Get all of your men after the intruders!! One of them may look like Norris, but don't get fooled!! He's a creature who has taken the form of Norris! Capture him and kill his companion! I repeat, capture him and kill his companion!!!" he yelled through the radio, which emitted some cracks as the General held it with immeasurable force.
He was going to force Norris. He was going to force his decision, and he was not going to permit anything that could go wrong this time. If the ex-commander refused to complete his orders, then, he would have to eliminate some trash.
As he took his sabre, a cavalry sword with a curved blade and a thick back, better known as saber, he massaged, with his left hand, his temples with a frustrated irritation. A huge headache had crept because of this entire uncomfortable situation.
He went to his formal desk; he struck a single bottom in it. Instantly, the door opened. Showing the blue-skinned android.
The General turned to see him.
"I want you to capture Norris and kill the man, or men, who is/are accompanying him," he repeated his earlier orders in a very slow motion; his eyes half closed.
Grobyc smirked behind his red kerchief. In a very low and steady voice he muttered, "I-told-you-so."
The door suddenly closed and opened once more, the silent warrior nowhere to be found. Hole, with his eyes still half closed, his entire face holding a frown, quickly followed him.
Porre Military Rooms
"Damn!" the emerald-eyed thought, almost growled, as he saw his mission in risk of failing.
When he saw the young soldier, whose name was supposedly Ammo, throwing the tumbler and the other soldier, Viroth, -he believed- dodging it, he thought that it would led to problems, -seems he was right- but he wasn't fast enough to react. The tumbler has hit Norris' head and, thanks to his little outburst of pain, they were discovered. The worst part was that the man, Viroth, seemed not too friendly about their small attempt of escaping.
The alarm has been activated, and he was completely sure that all the army was now behind them. As quickly as possible, he took a pair of swords that were beneath some trinkets a little far behind, obviously breaking the stunned state of the ex-official, who in a desperate reaction, kicked a table before him to block the soldier's path, who had just recovered from their shock, and that had ran to capture them. It was acceptable, they were soldiers and they had to complete their tasks.
The newly discovered, small plan worked, the soldiers stopped for a brief moment to avoid being hit by the flying table, it gave to the emerald-eyed the necessary time to take the swords and leave, both of them, by the door. As they ran through the PMR, they saw the awakened soldiers preparing for their capture. The young cadets, seeing the intruders, took their weapons, sword or even guns, and went to fallow them, not even caring if they were in undergarments.
The alarm has just got off. Instead, the voices of the high-officials were resonating in its place, being heard by all the army, repeating the General Hole's words, "Capture the intruders! One of them looks like commander Norris! He is not! I repeat he's not! Capture him and kill his companion! I repeated capture him and kill his companion!"
The occupants of the PMR heard those orders with a bit of disbelief, but still with determination. It seemed that they had fallen into the General's trap.
As they ran towards the exit, being followed closely by the huge crew of young warriors, the man threw one of the swords to Norris, and the young blonde extended his arms to catch it. He did. As they were running he recognized the sword as a Rapier, a long, slender and straight, double-edged sword with a narrow pointed blade that was usually used for thrusting. It was a good choice, after all, it was a sword he had quite mastered in the past few months, thought his best choice would always be a gun.
That was when he glanced over to his accomplice's sword, it was a cutlass, a short but heavy curved blade sharpened on the convex side that could be deadly in the right hands. He wondered if this man knew how to use it.
They ran the best they could, the building was rather large and it can take some minutes to pass it completely. Norris felt how his lungs hurt from the unexpected sprint, he had began running without taking a breath and he could stop to catch it because the young men were fast on their hills.
Suddenly, they reached the exit. But, for their misfortune, the heavy, metal door was closed.
They did not need words to tell each other their next move. With all their strength, they ran towards it to ram it. If they stopped to open it, the Porre crew would catch them up, so they did not have much of a choice.
Both, already expecting the pain, dashed with all their might. They crashed into the door, a great amount of pain shouted through their bodies, but the door hinge gave away letting them to stumble outside. Not stopping to catch a breath, or to treat their sorrowful bodies, they stood up, impelling themselves to not waste time. Albeit, the fact that they both had crushed towards the door had left impressed to shock the soldiers that were chasing after them, they had stopped to stare with awe and admiration at what have the two men made.
The PMC was at a farther distance that when they had to leave the PMP for getting into the PMR, it was like half a mile away. They did not stop to gaze at the marvel that was the sea at that time. The blue moon's light had become softer than the red one's. The sea seemed like a vivid ocean of bloody fire. The sight was not fearful, but it was still disturbing.
It seemed as if the same water was narrating a kind of story. A story filled with pain, love and hatred. A story that reflected the same nature of the human kind, one that's full of nightmares and yet of dreams, because it said, that the human kind always changes through time, getting into the way of Fate. A story that seemed as an infinite cycle that would not stop until the end of time. Something inexplicable and maybe surrealistic.
They continued to run. They could not fight because they were outnumbered by at least one hundred thousand soldiers, but, in any case if they need to fight, they would do so, even if that meant signing their wills. The only comforting thought that lasted was that, at least, they would not going to be unarmed.
Porre Military Center
They entered the building fast enough. The door has been open, as if expecting them. The soldiers were fast, but thanks to their stop, they were somewhat far behind them. Some minutes of advantage they have got.
Crossing the PMC was going to be a little more difficult, due to its halls were not straight. And that's not all, they surely would be going to receive a warm welcome from the officials that were in there. They, undoubtedly, were going to have to fight, they wanted it or not.
"How much until we cross it?!" the man asked loudly to Norris. "About 15 minutes if we keep running!"
"Shit!" the emerald-eyed though. "Which way?!"
"Front, then left, then right, then right again, left until the end of that passage, then right, right, left, left, front, right, left, right, left, front, left, and at last right!" Norris informed him. The man began to wonder were did the ex-commander got that memory. "We'll see the door then!" the blonde finished.
As they expected, it wasn't much time until they reached the first turn, they went into it only to be met by some soldiers. They got ready, waiting for the escaping people.
The man sprinted faster towards them, -there were three of them- he jumped and landed at their back. The man rotated his body, using his left leg as axis, and swung his leg in a curve than knocked out cold the three men.
They continued to run. Soon the second twist emerged, they went right.
Suddenly a loud thumb resounded behind them, in the corridor they had just left. They guessed that it was the soldiers that had been chasing them, tripping over the unconscious soldiers, and as a consequence, making the others to trip too.
The man snickered imagining the scene.
They went right again, but this time there were ten soldiers. Norris and the man ran to them as did the young men. The man was before Norris so the first blow was directed to him. He blocked the youngster's sword and kicked his stomach, then he turned side stepped to his right, and with the hilt of his cutlass, he knocked the second's sword out of his hand, as quickly as a lightening he punched the youngster's face, knocking him.
By that time Norris was fighting too with another pair of soldiers. The first one has lunched a frontal kick to the ex-commander, who threw himself to the floor and pulled himself in a kind of rotation, kicking both soldier's legs and making them to fall, knocked.
Now just six remained. The man and Norris ran towards the other soldiers, one of them had prepared his gun. The man, upon seeing this, somersaulted towards then, catching them of guard, and crashed into them. The men fall as if it was a boiling play.
The man got up and began to ran once more, thinking that the pursuers were going to trip once more. But Norris was thinking about the man's excel on risky movements.
Soon after, they reached the next turn, which was to the left, there they have got no problems, but it was a fair long passage.
When they reached the middle, they heard another thumb, this time lauder, fallowed closely by curses. They got to the end of the passage and turned right.
Another set of soldiers were expecting them. It seemed that every two turns were waiting some soldiers, this time eleven.
Again the man was the first one to meet them. The first soldier gave a vertical blow. The man side-stepped and released a powerful kick to the soldier's stomach. Knocking the air out of him, and as a result leaning forward, clenching his soared stomach. By this time the man blocked another soldier's blow, leaning forward and thrusting a kick, with his right leg, into another soldier's stomach who stood behind him. Then he turned to the man in front him and punched his nose, broking it. Three men less.
Soon, Norris got into the fight too, he swung his rapier towards a soldier's one, but his rightful skill over passed the man's one, cutting in half the slender sword. As he did that, he made a backslap so hard to the soldier's face, that he fell unconscious. Then he turned to one at his left and thrust a quick kick to his manhood. The poor youngster got red from pain. Two men less and there just left six.
Another pair ran towards them. The emerald-eyed and the blue-eyed turned to see each other. They immediately understood.
They too ran forwards, they jumped the highest they could and passed over all the shocked soldier's head. They ran and quickly turned right.
Another thumb, fallowed by surprised gasps.
In that corridor weren't any soldiers, but they expected the next to be.
They turned to the left, proving their words.
Fortunately for them, just a pair of soldiers stood waiting, but they were distracted, playing chess. When they noticed the intruder's presence, they did not care and continued their game. The man and Norris continued and turned to the left in the next corner.
Not a single soul was in there. At the middle of the passage were two turns but they had to continue straight. They soon reached the next corner. They turned right.
Some other soldiers stood there too, there were six.
This time Norris went first. He maneuvered his rapier so fast, that it seemed like a fan blade. Knocking the soldier's weapons. As they saw them selves unarmed, they tried with their bare hands, but before landing a single punch into Norris, they were knocked by the emerald-eyed.
The pair of men ran towards the next corner. They turned left.
Again it was abandoned.
They reached the other corned and turned right, at the very same moment they heard a loud thumb, -guess who was it- but they ignored it as they encountered four soldiers.
Fast enough, two swords went to meet the emerald-eyed. He held his own before him in a horizontal position, blocking his enemy's. He gritted his teeth and pushed them back. This only made them to stumble with their counter partners behind them, causing them all to fall. Norris and the man jumped over and went to the next corner. They turned left.
It was alone again. Almost at the end, there was a T-shaped turn, but they had to go forward until the end of the passage.
The last corner before the last turn. They turned to the left, only to be met by a fast whirling blade. They had to jump backwards to avoid being hit by it.
There was just a single, but almost colossus, soldier. They saw that it wasn't a blade what he had in his hands, it was an ax, -an implement with a bladed head, used usually for chopping- a huge one in fact.
Defeating him was going to be somewhat difficult.
The man sprinted towards him. The colossus one swung his ax horizontally trying to chop him in half. The man jumped and landed over the ax, all of this in a swift movement. The soldier didn't notice where the emerald-eyed had landed so he began searching for him with the sight.
The man jumped once more from the ax and landed a powerful kick over the soldiers head. Then he flipped forward and landed at the other side, the soldiers back was now facing him, and trust a kick to his knee. The soldier fell to one knee and the man rolled from between the soldier's legs to the front of him, landing another kick to the his manhood.
The soldier growled in pain and swung vertically his ax. The man side-stepped, and with his cutlass he stabbed the hilt of the ax, leaving it useless. The soldier tried to stand up but the man, once again, kicked the his head knocking him unconscious.
Now they would finally reach the exit. They turned the last corner to the right and saw the door, closed.
And apparently it was closed with a key.
"Holly shit! Damn!" the man thought upon seeing the door. This was much more heavier than the last one, so trying to ram over it was going to be totally useless.
That's not all, they knew that the soldiers weren't far apart. What could they do?
Thinking of that, Norris searched for something, anything, that could help them.
Thing that he found. The same, not so tall, ceiling with the rafter hanging about. "Hey look!" Norris whispered to the emerald-eyed, while pointing to the ceiling.
The gaze of the man obeyed instantly. Upon seeing of what was the ex-commander talking about, he quickly understood. He jumped, and grabbed the rafter. He then pulled himself up. Norris followed soon and waited for the soldiers to come.
Another thumb, some curses, and a little snicker from the man's part.
The huge crew of soldiers came into view. But as soon as they inspected their surroundings they turned into a halt as they found strange a minuscule fact. Where were the intruders?
"What the hell?" someone muttered.
They were obviously confused. There were nowhere to be found about. And that was impossible.
They had purposely closed the door because they knew that somehow the intruders were going to get in there and try to get out, which they could not, at least that was what they thought. Somehow the intruders got out and they were losing time there.
The seemingly leader of the group held out a pair of keys to open the door, which he did. A loud click echoed in the entire building as he opened it.
This was they chance.
The two men jumped and landed in the heads of some soldiers. They impelled themselves to the now open door and, as fast as the wind, ran towards the PMD.
They almost reached their destination.
But a huge block was on their way. The General Hole and a lot more of other soldiers stood waiting for them, smirks on their faces.
Soon they found themselves completely surrounded.
"Well, well, well," the General said. "If it isn't Norris and his newfound companion?"
"Hole!" the man growled, causing the General to shift his attention towards him. "And... who might you be?"
"That's none of your business!" the man spat into the General's shoes. Hole half closed his eyes, a frown replacing the smug smirk. "Bad manners have we?"
As abruptly as the frown came the smirk returned. "Might show you some manners!" he yelled giving the order to attack.
Nothing happened.
"What are you waiting for?!" the general demanded.
Again, no movement.
The soldiers just keep seeing each other, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly, a gun from a young, absolutely terrified soldier fell into the ground. The gun shot itself and it grazed Norris head. A complete silence followed after.
The expressions on the men changed completely as they saw the reason as to why the gun has been dropped.
Behind the youngster stood the most powerful weapon of El Porre, Grobyc.
He had made the gun to drop, shot itself, and kill the man aside from the General.
Grobyc saw the General's eyes and sentenced, "The next time, it wont fail."
The General, filled with rage, yelled, "Of course not!" He threw himself towards the android, stood in a absolute calm.
Bam!
A loud thunder was heard in the distance. And the part of the building behind them was destroyed. All jumped in surprise except for the emerald eyed. They shifted their gaze to the source of the sound.
The mighty S.S. Invincible stood in the distance, throwing bombs with its canon, destroying the PMC.
Norris and the man turned to see each other. They suddenly ran towards the sea and jumped without hesitation.
The General stood in disbelief. Growling with anger, upon realizing his lose, he tried to kill the traitor Grobyc, but in his haste, he didn't notice that the android was far stronger than him.
Grobyc punched him on the neck. Blood jumped everywhere, and the soldiers ran to take refuge.
The General was dead and Grobyc was now in control of the EMP.
In pace requiescat
To be continued...
AN: Oh well... yes I lied... it turned out to be larger than the last one... but guess it is fair! I, sadly, have some bad news... I'm going to suspend this fic for a while (SUSPEND NOT DISCONTINUE) because it takes a lot of time to update a single chap... for both of my stories, until I finish my other story I'll suspend this one and when I finish the other I'm sure that the next chaps are going to appear sooner I'm sure!
So until then! This is a farewell!
By the way... I'll tell you what does "In pace requiescat" means the next chap! But here's a clue! It is latin!
So thanks for your patience! Oh and please, would you be so kind to tell me of my mistakes!
Thanks again!