Hello everyone, I suppose I'm updating once more.
Sigh…Kid shall return soon and it shall be fluff all over again…
Oh and I still own nothing…
And yes I know it's rushes, but I've already explained myself on that aspect…and I know isn't really realistic…but that just fits into the "I'm rushing it cause I'm getting bored with it, and if I get bored with it I'll stop writing it" category, so it really is better that I rush than stop writing it all together…or at least that's what I think you guys will think.
And no, this aint anything to do with vampire…stuff…
WARNING:
If you haven't played the game through some stuff might spoil it…not much though…all in all my fic is hard to understand in spots if you haven't…and there's a lot of jokes you can only understand if you've played it through.
Give The World
Chapter 15: Fort Dragonia
Serge lay silently in a small bed, surrounded by whisky barrels and other such objects that proved you were indeed currently on a pirate ship. All there was were waves quietly lapping at the sides of the ship. Serge had been drifting out and in of sleep for what seemed like hours. He'd been incredibly glad when the ship finally stopped all movement, and an anchor could be heard being thrown into the ocean. Serge jumped up, losing sight of all patience he'd trudged up from god knows where, making his way from the ship hastily.
As Serge abandoned the rather large S.S. Invincible, Fargo made it his duty to once again confirm, that Serge, still indeed did not wish or require any help, Serge merely waved Fargo off in an obscure manner as he began towards Mount Pyre, preparing himself for the volcanoes and many lava monsters ahead of him.
Serge's swallow slashed through the dense heat and burning monsters as he easily made his way through, using the water dragon's breath to freeze the scorching lava ahead every now and then. Serge smirked lightly; finally his reluctance to throw out any of their journeys possessions had come to its use.
Serge's strides covered somewhere triple their normal distance, and he could feel the warm air hanging around his face, as the flickering fires cast shadows across the dreary molten walls. His eyes held a sort of grim determination, and a small smile played on his lips. This reminded him so much of old times…he could almost picture everyone. He could remember Kid and him slacking off momentarily to have fun sliding down the frozen lava, after defeating the surrounded monsters and collecting all the treasures eyes could see of course. Once again Serge could feel a power welling up inside him, the mentality of who he once was…still was…is…
-Ya never change, eh, mate…-
Serge vaguely recalled an accented voice telling him, letting out a deep sigh…it'd been before the Time Devourer…he'd never given up…
He wouldn't give up…
He'd give the world to have it all back…
Why would he pass this up? His seemingly last chance to regain his life…
Failure wasn't an option…
Serge demolished the last HotDoggity that dared stand in his way…grim determination…nothing could stop who he was, and what he needed to do to regain himself…now he was starting to find himself recalling the rebirth. How everything was slipping away from him the longer he stayed in Lynx's form. It'd made him feel so helpless…he hated feeling helpless. He remembered how wonderful it was when realization that he had human hands struck him. Normally in his life realization, reality in general actually, was always painful, though that one occasion had proved to him that it went both ways. Things weren't always bad, and that was the way he'd always liked to imagine it previously. Look upon the suffering with calm eyes…
-Today is tomorrows past, wouldn't it be nice to look back on it with a smile?-
Serge slowed only slightly as he walked across the bridge, above where the fire dragon once resided, they'd all tricked him, the dragons…that helpless feeling again, he hated it. Through it all he'd-they'd managed to get through and do what was "right." But in this particular case what was "right" had hurt him horribly…
Serge glanced back down to where he'd fought the red dragon multiple times, seeing the gaping hole where Salamander once resided. Serge let another smile trace his lips. Kid had been incredibly enthusiastic when presented that…she'd thought it a "cute lil' bugger." Serge let out a laugh. But…Kid…right…get on track …won't fail her…
When Serge emerged from the very isolated Mount Pyre, memories much worse than ones of Salamander shot through his mind.
Fort Dragonia…
He'd been so worried about showing up here…for his dream…it'd warned something, told of something, and he found it hard to believe it was a mere quinceidence, that he'd imaged this place that he'd never before seen. He'd brushed it all aside though, deciding he just wouldn't' let Kid up there…but she'd insisted and…
Then he'd failed…as Lynx…failed to protect her
It'd been horrible having her attacking him with the fury, her cerulean eyes burning with rage to match her spirit…she wanted revenge so badly. It'd been worse the second time she'd attacked him…that was much later…while he still thought she was gone for good…then she'd appeared at Hermit's Hideaway…
But after being returned to his former self…his true self…he'd saved her…from the burning orphanage. Fire licking at the wood and other children…she'd lost so much…and all he could do was reassure her that he'd always be with her…always be watching over her, whether she could see him or not, and that one day they'd meet again. Before he left he'd heard her mumble something about angels…the ones Lucca told her about…
Serge closed his eyes for a few seconds, regaining his emotions, before setting of once more in stalwart strides.
Fort Dragonia still towered into the distance, loaming over the barely inhabited volcanic area around it, and as Serge stepped inside he noticed no difference there either. Praying he wouldn't have to go through all those trials of unlocking the gate again, Serge pushed himself to venturing through to the next room…every step he took brought a new memory rushing at him, mixing the old waves of pain with the new.
The walls flickered different gray hues, shadows of the torches hung about the room…Serge found it more comforting than the dim blue glow that had no seen source however, the kind that Serge knew the way the rooms above were lit by.
"Hello." Serge turned abruptly as Lynx's cold voice spoke out. "So nice of you to have joined me…though I could've guessed, I did, after all, send Harle to inform you of where to go." Serge kicked himself mentally…Harle tricked him…whether by her own will or not…but, there was a chance Kid was still here…and he still promised Harle he'd get her away from Lynx…he didn't brake his promises, no matter to whom they belonged. "I give you the opportunity to join me." Lynx offered, bowing slightly in what he thought to be a charming fashion, Serge found every movement the demi-human made utterly repulsive however.
"Where's Kid?" Serge asked impassively, he wouldn't make the mistake of letting his emotions get the best of him. Lynx would take advantage of whatever he felt, somehow, he always managed to use everything against you. Tricky bastard…
"Now, now, come with me, and you can have anything you want." Lynx chuckled. "The villains get all the props you see…and in the end what do the Hero's achieve?" Serge opened his mouth, but Lynx interrupted. "I know, they are heroes, but, what does that get you?" Lynx let a second pass for Serge to think about what he'd just spoke before continuing. "You've sacrificed most all you've lived for, and then even more is taken." Lynx cocked his head to one side a little. Serge gritted his teeth.
"I cannot force myself into doing what I know is wrong…" Serge growled.
"Well you've not been too shabby lately…after all, look at all the friends you've hurt. You don't call that wrong?" Lynx sighed. "Well it doesn't matter to me, either way I win, come with me and I'll have this amazing new employee to do my bidding, don't and you're dead." Lynx chuckled. "You know, we could even start a father son company." Lynx laughed menacingly, enjoying his taunting too much in Serge's opinion. He was about to beat the feline to a bloody pulp, though lynx, seeming to sense the anger, slashed Serge across the shoulder before he acquired the time to run, or doge, or fight back. Lynx let his fangs sink into Serge's neck, then again, before Serge could do anything, Lynx disappeared abruptly. Serge found it strange, touching the fang marks on his neck. Why would he just up and leave him there.
"Enjoy your stay." Lynx's voice welcomed, the words echoing of the walls. Serge didn't like this, standing, and turning around, there was a roar heard from ahead of him…obviously there were some new trials awaiting him…
Okay, this isn't a vampire story…don't think it is by any means people, though you might want to remember that part, it has a sort of memorable reservation to the plot. In the next chap Kid should arrive! Yay! It's gonna be fluff all over again!! Does a blissful twirl and I know my chaps are short…I can't do long term chaps…sorry…
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