I'm sorry to all those Dario fans out there, coughyousuckcough but as of now in this fic...Dario is dead, sure he may come back later. Alas by hen I will have made sure there would be no way him and Riddel would ever be together again. I am I Riddel Karsh believer...get over it, or stop reading...I don't give a fuck, go ahead give me bad reviews if you wish, I don't care, I am strict in my pairing, and I am a helpless romantic, though I may be young, it doesn't mean I can't kick your sorry Dario loving ass...though I am sure any decent respectable person reading this fic likes Karsh more than Dario...aright then, on with it... and no I own nothing but my copy of the game...and some pics of it! Smiles Happily and I've beaten it around 50 times, along with every ending, it really pissed me off though when none of them were KidSerge endings...oh I'll shut up now...sorry
Give The World
Chapter 7:
The journey to Viper Manor was long and silent. The only comment Serge had heard Glenn make was when Serge couldn't pry Leena off of him and had to get her sister to knock her out for him. Glenn was being silent, and it was so un-natural for him. Serge figured it should only be expected though; after all from what Serge had gathered his brother had just died, most people wouldn't exactly be jumping for joy. Though Serge didn't mind his death, he was sure many other people did. After all after a guy has died twice, people tend to freak out, some, others just take it better than the first time.
After hours, maybe days as it seemed, silence made everything seem like forever. They arrived at the manor. It seemed as though the whole place was diseased with depression and tears. Everyone seemed to be suffering the loss of Dario, though Serge knew some people dis-like him, so they more felt for the people who had been close to him, even those who didn't care found it impolite and awkward not to seem sad, not to mourn. Besides it seemed enough for people to mourn just by the aura of Viper Manor.
Glenn led Serge to the meeting room on the east wing. General Viper sat on one knee, cradling his crying daughter. Marcy was crying too, holding her face in her hands, and rocking herself back and forth on a chair. ZOAH even looked sad, if that was possible, well his helmet covered his face, but a sad aura radiated off of him. Karsh sat next to Riddel on the sofa, with one consoling hand on her shoulder; the most he could get in with General Viper hugging her. Karsh looked sad though, very. Not so for Dario, Serge knew. Yes they were once best friends, but Dario had betrayed that friendship long ago. He wasn't sad for Dario's death, but more so for Riddel's happiness. Radius sat on a chair furthest away from everyone else, seeming to be the only person who showed no emotion on the set of events.
Glenn cleared his throat, in order to get all of their attentions. General Viper looked up, and slowly pried himself away from Riddel. Karsh whispered something to her, probably that it would be okay, or something similar, and she hugged him. Karsh stuttered a little bit, in a kind of stunned shook, then slowly, gently wrapped his arms around Riddel. Glenn smiled a little bit, first sign of anything but sorrow Serge had seen out of him.
"Come with me, I need to speak with you." General Viper turned from a grieving father to a official business man in front of Serge's very eyes. General Viper looked at Karsh and nodded his head towards the door, signaling for him to take Riddel to her room. Karsh picked up Riddel, who wrapped her arms around his heck, and nuzzled her head into his neck. Karsh tensed slightly, but relaxed again, and headed to the door. "Take care of her..." General Viper told Karsh quietly enough so that Riddel would not hear. Karsh simply nodded, walking out the door, and up to Riddel's room, to put her to bed. "Marcy, go to your room." For once in the girl's ten- year-old life she did as was told, and went to her room, without argument, without hesitation. Serge supposed even she, one of the brattiest of people understood how important this all was. "Take a seat." Serge accepted General Viper's hospitality, and sat down. General sighed deeply. Serge was positive that he was aware of how he was feeling: confused. Still he knew more than Serge.
"Is it true?" Serge asked blandly. "About Guldove. Serge asked though he was sure what the answer was going to be, afraid that the answer would be yes. General Viper was at first rather stunned on how un-considerate Serge was being about this, then remembered that Serge had changed drastically from when their adventure had begun, since Kid left.
"Yes."
"The fuck is going on?" Serge usually would have been nicer about this, but he was tired, confused, pissed, all together not happy. Still everyone did a double take on the words spoken.
"Well Guldove was burned..." Serge jumped up out of his chair.
"Damn it, I know that!" Serge sighed, and sat back down, then more calmly stated, "That wasn't what I asked..." Serge sighed again, holding his head.
"It was done by Lynx." Serge knew that too. "How he is alive, we are not sure...but he is. We are thinking it might have something to do with the dimensions." Damn. The Accia army really had gone down...
"Is that all you know?" Serge asked. "Cause I have figured that already." General Viper had a blank look on his face. Serge shook his head.
"Why, Serge. Do you perhaps know anything of it?" Serge looked at Radius, the one who spoke.
"No..." Serge lied. He wasn't sure how believable it was though. From the look on Radius's face however it looked like it hadn't been too believable.
"You know something. You must tell us." Serge ignored Radius. Maybe he would just shut up and go away. "We can't do anything, but send useless armies out looking for a Lynx we may never find if you don't tell us what you know!"
"I told you! I don't know anything!" Serge had yelled this time. Not a good thing. Now they suspected him, he had defended himself to quickly, too loudly.
"Serge, if you know anything, you should please tell us. We are all on the same side here." Serge ignored General Viper. Serge just looked at the ground. "Come on Serge. It might be like our old adventure like old times. But you have to tell us." This infuriated Serge. It would never be like then, like old times. It couldn't be. There was no Kid-her. Serge looked up at him, a large amount of venom hinted in his eyes. Serge was moody right now, and he had picked a bad choice of words. Though everyone in the room knew he knew something, and simply wished to not speak about it.
"You can tell us anything Serge. We are your friends." Serge ignored General Viper's re-assurance. Serge looked down.
"It will never be old times..." Serge shook just a little bit, his fists clenched, out of emotion. He was only human...Chrono Trigger actually. Did that mean he was supposed to be perfect? Calm? Accepting? Well Serge couldn't do that anymore. Not after all that had happened. He was like that once upon a time long ago, but he couldn't be that anymore. Not anymore. Everyone backed off, noticing Serge was pissed.
"Well, we have a group of highly trained soldiers searching for Lynx...I'm sure it will all turn out alright in the end..." Serge ignored General Viper's words again, as he shoved by him. Serge made his way down the passages. Serge wasn't entirely sure were he was going, he just need somewhere peaceful where he could think.
Serge found himself outside the Manor shortly. He went to the balcony, in the back, where he and his friends at the time Kid and Guile had made their way up the side of the cliff. Serge leaned on the ledge, lookin down, remembering old times. Serge closed his eyes, letting the wind blow his deep blue hair around him. He could feel the wind caress his face. Hear the ocean waves gently lulling the world into peaceful slumber.
What was going on?
What...how did Lynx come back?
How was it that Serge had awoken at Guldove and it had burned, when he had just come from Arni, which had also burned? How was it that the people in Guldove had said Arni had burned, and then they had not?
Serge was so confused. Maybe he would accept their help after all. Serge felt numb. Things faded a little bit. They twisted this way and that. Serge needed to get some rest. Serge headed for the guest room.
There goes another chapter up...oh no I don't get to many reviews...oh normally I wouldn't have the energy to keep writing this...but alas...I enjoy writing this thoroughly. Wait till next chap...I shan't give anything away...things are gonna get odder and weirder until your head spins the fuck off...I hope...READ AND REVIEW...GIVE ME PASSION TO WRITE...suggest things if you wish too...