Chapter 5

Oh, man. That attack must've messed me up pretty good.

In this dream, I was along with Crono and the prophet, and we were fighting Lavos. Every once and a while, I would throw a rod into the air, and it would impale Lavos. Then Crono would zap it with Lightning. The prophet would create ultimate pyramids of pure nothingness, and would harm Lavos. We never seemed to work together, except sometimes me and Crono. But once, when Lavos was nearly finished, we all rose into the air. Crono created an ultimate lightning sphere, the prophet his pyramids, and me, I would create a tealish colored dragon.

The dragon would fly into both the sphere and the pyramids, and then crash into Lavos. This devastating attack caused the head-eye of Lavos to disappear. We then hopped into the the hole where it used to be.

This was all too strange, yet interesting. This, if it was like my other dreams, was a prediction of the future. This must mean that Crono will come back. It also suggests that I will join the three, and the prophet too. Does this mean that the three are working against Lavos? If it does, maybe it wasn't my fault that they were following Schala. She did have a link with Lavos.

Maybe, just maybe, they will be able to accept me.

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"Ugh..." I moaned.

I sat up, and examined the room that I was in. I was in a door-less detention cell, it seemed. The walls were covered in a whiteish wallpaper covered in wires and various blinking lights. This seemed all to familiar. But my memory was still fuzzy, and I couldn't remember what or where I was.

One blinking light called more attention than the others, and, obviously, caught my attention. I cautiously went up to it and realized it was a retinal eye scanner. I couldn't get out that way. I started flicking switches and pressing buttons at random. Finally, when I was getting tired of all this button and switch flicking, a ladder came down from an airvent.

I crawled through, looking down through the screens to see patrolling robots and occasional bashers. I tried to always look before I went down ladders, though I always couldn't. I found a weird tab-like thing, my bag of stuff, a ton of money, and some armor and stuff. I stored it all away, figuring it was either: A, Dalton's, or B, those people I had met earlier's. I really doubt Dalton's armor would be anywhere else beside on him, and the other's armor and weapons probably had been taken away. I dug deeper in the treasure chest, and found a gun. Of the Shockwave design, from the Ocean Palace, it was probably owned by the brown-haired girl with glasses. I kept it in my hand, so just in case, I could use it to get to the three. I slung my bag on my shoulder and climbed back up to the airvent.

I finally found a heavily guarded door with a ladder leading down to it. I didn't want to use the gun unless necessary, so I created some fireballs and ambushed the enemy.

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"Lucca, what're we going to do?" asked the blonde-haired Marle.

"I don't know. We escaped out of here once by playing sick, but then were caught, and now the security is so much tighter I think that it'd be hard enough to stick a needle through here."

"Why not use magic to get out?" asked Ayla, the prehistoric cavewoman Crono had picked up in 65,000,000,000 BC.

"Simple. If I do, let's say, Fire 2, that much force within a closed space would cause the ship to explode. If Marle did Ice 2, it would freeze the engines. We need our stuff to focus our magic. Without our weapons, our magic is as unstable as a gate."

Just a few minutes later, the seemingly recorded "Hey you!" was sounded out.

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The bashers pulled out their "sticks" and charged at me. I quickly burned up their sticks, but they kept on coming. And, to make matters worse, I was out of magic. Well, maybe, being out of magic means I can use weapons! I quickly switched my concentration to the gun I was holding and shot toward the nearest basher. The basher fell. I quickly reloaded my gun and shot again, and again, and again... the wave of bashers seemed to never end. Finally, the bashers stopped coming, and I was free to go into the room.

But it was locked.

I pounded on the door.

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"Lucca, do you think it's another basher telling us to shut up?" Marle asked Lucca.

"No. It doesn't sound like one. But we better be quiet, just in case. Remember, we are defenseless."

Silence filled the room and the pounding stopped.

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"Damn. They must've thought I was a basher," I muttered.

I sat down, and thought things out. There wasn't an eye print or finger print scanner. There was no key; I definitely looked for that. No switch or button could open it. I toyed with the toggle on the gun. Then I realized something.

"Maybe this toggle controls power. Maybe if I turn it up a bit..."

I shot the door. It left a nice big black mark, but nothing else. I raised the knob two more notches. This one melted the door a bit, but not much. I raised it up another four notches. This one nearly destroyed the door, but it still remained intact. I pressed the 'OPEN' button on the door, and finally, it opened.

I walked in and couldn't see anything; it was so dusty. Finally, I could make out three figures. I held their equipment out to them, and said:

"Anyone want to kill Dalton?"

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Author's notes and comments: Thank you all reviewers! 'Bows down to receive applause' Specific thanks are on your way. I hope y'all liked this chapter. I did my first "other character POV" in this one, cause I did Marle's, Lucca's, and Ayla's view on the events. Yeah, I had my person save the day, but not for long... 'laughs manically' Well, thanks a lot to:

Lady D3ath- Thank you for your positive review! Hope you like this chapter and those to come!

Casey- Ah, my friend, thank you for FINALLY reading and reviewing my story.