Chapter 2: Approach
She was scared. There was no where, no one to turn to for help, too young to understand for herself. Yet she understood perfectly. It was so clear and cloudy that her fears were multiplied by an infinite number. She tested the new words, feeling how foreign yet familiar they were, "Gate Open." She said it with a squeak at first; nervous of what may come of them. She felt the power surge through her, a new glare entering her eyes. This time she spoke with confidence, ready to accept this gift, no matter what it may lead to. "GATE OPEN!"
Ayane
I often ask myself why I still do this. What is the point in pursuing what has already been completed? There is no use in wasting cell phones by opening imitation gates, yet I hate wasting my own strength. From what they said, this group is rather big, a formation for comfort. Pathetic. They're just like humans, they need company to feel wanted. They deserve to be eliminated.
As I grew closer to the site, a strange shot of icy heat spread throughout my body, disappearing in an instant. I took little notice to it, realizing that fast food may have not been the best lunch before a cleanup job. But still, it was odd, something I've never felt before. A sudden feeling of weakness flooded me, and I had to sit down for a moment before continuing. It faded near instantly.
Miu
After nearly colliding with a few buildings, I finally saw the river and the old warehouse come into view. You know, it's really difficult to fly in broad daylight, because there isn't any moon to reach for. Oh, and people can see you too. It's scary as well; no matter how much I fly I get those silly butterflies in my stomach. I was never good on airplanes.
As I approached the warehouse, my stomach did another flip flop. The building looked really creepy from the sky, not that it didn't from the road either, but looking at it in all those perspectives made me feel sick. I tried to remember why I was there, but that never helps. It didn't seem like Ayane was there, or Satoka, which is odd, they usually get to the place before me.
After my attempt to make a decent landing behind some old wood crate, I glanced around to see if I could find Miu or Satoka. The grounds were covered in a thick layer of weeds. I hate weeds. They keep growing and never stop. Though they do look pretty if flowers bloom on them; a flower amongst weeds. Heh. That sounds like something Ayane would say.
Satoka
I'm really not in the mood to do this. Why the hell do they call me constantly and send Ayane and that brat too? I can do it myself, without their interference. But no, they need everyone there. That stupid Miu, she's always in the way; hell, she can only fly, no true power there. Ayane. Ayane on the other hand, she can do some damage. She isn't scared. Maybe everything would be easier without Miu around.
I still wonder though, why was I right about the Invaders not truly being gone? I mean, I knew that they wouldn't just disappear. The people who the Invaders took over must have been truly awful to have stayed as Invaders. Too bad, so sad for them. They were weak then. Not like me.
They approached the sight, all from different locations, readying for the fight. They were all loose in their preparations, not truly caring, knowing all too well that this would be simple, just like the others. Over. Done. No worry. So darn simple that it didn't seem necessary. Satoka arrived just as Ayane did, followed a few moments later by Miu who had been hiding for sometime behind, was looking as skittish as ever.
Ayane picked up a metal tube from a pile that sat near the abandoned warehouse. She tested its strength as Satoka opened her gate, pulling out a medium sized blade. Miu readied a set of cell phones, laughing nervously, "So guys, we ready?"
Neither Ayane nor Satoka answered. Not in an act of rudeness or by ignoring. There was no reason to answer anyway. Miu sighed, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Ok."
Satoka pointed her blade towards the warehouse door. She smirked, "Let's go."
"Whatever," the two chimed behind her, as they all crept towards the metal door.
Rose
I like it here. It's safe. It's quiet. I rule. There is no yelling or crying. It's peaceful. Just me and a light breeze. I wonder if they miss me, if they care. The last time I was there they didn't care. They cried and yelled at that small picture of me. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but they were mad that I had gone. I don't understand. I was there, but they still yelled. I still go there and eat and sleep, but they ignore me.
I hear them mutter my name. I touch them and they push me away. They touch my hand and I feel no warmth from it. They don't want me. The others are more important, so I'll just stay here, where I can be with me.