Chapter 13
By shadows/of/flame
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Light-eco-sage... (shakes head) You're too smart sometimes.
Credit to Kuro Kin'youbi for majorly better-ing!
A loud explosion erupted behind them, and Torn turned around quickly enough to see the flaming hover that was coming straight for them...
SMACK.
Keira slapped Torn again, trying to get his eyes off the speeding, burning hover that was approaching them.
"COME ON! GET DOWN!" she screamed, diving onto him rather awkwardly.
The two went rolling across the concrete, smashing into a merchants stall. Everyone in the area heard the explosion and went to see if the leader of the Freedom League and his girlfriend were ok.
The hover hit the very air where they had been standing, and Keira examined a gash on Torns cheek.
"Are you OK?" Torn gasped, sitting up.
"Yeah, but that was close!" Keira panted.
Torn helped Keira up, and they looked around, especially in the area where they had been. Keira saw a black figure with a bazooka running round the corner out of sight. She nudged Torn.
"... Someones trying to kill us!" Keira gasped, running after the hooded figure.
"Where are you going?" Torn yelled, following her.
Keira ran as fast as she could, pushing past the crowd through the city. Torn was just behind her, yelling at her to stop. Keira's legs were as wobbly as jelly from the fright and agony she had been in in the past 10 or so minutes.
"Get back here!" she yelled, but knew she had no more energy and collapsed to her knees.
"What is going on?" Torn exclaimed as he caught up with her.
Keiras eyes were hollow, the colour drained out of her face.
"Someones trying to kill us."
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Jak was unimpressed as he was shown the dress.
"Somehow" a huge stain had made its way onto the front, and he was NOT impressed. He decided to get over his anger in the best way he knew how...
"So, SOMEHOW a huge stain got onto the front of this dress?" he yelled, glaring at the shaking tailors that were holding the dress up.
"Y... yes sir!" one of them squeaked.
Jak rolled his eyes.
"Fix it. I want a proper, stainless job. The weddings next week, and the dress has a stain! I want it fixed."
The two tailors scurried off, glad that their lame excuse had passed.
A Freedom Guard peeked around the corner, to see if it was safe enough yet, and addressed Jak.
"Two of your friends have arrived at the front gate, hysterical. We thought they were suspicious, so we didn't let them in..."
The unfortunate Freedom Guard never finished his sentence.
Jak lifted the Freedom Guard up by his neck, and propelled him across the room, breaking his neck as he hit the wall.
By then, Jak was on his way down the stairs to the Palaces front doors, and he let Torn and Keira in.
"Whats going on?" Jak asked.
Keira ran across the hall and dropped down by Jak's feet, finally breaking down into tears she had needed to cry for so long. Torn knelt down by her and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"S... someones trying to kill us!" Keira sobbed.
Jaks eyes widened. He was appalled. In this city? Assassins? What was the world coming to?
"What?"
"Th... we were walking.. and a hooded figure fired a bazooka at us... and"
Keira was shaking - the pain and exhaustion wearing her down.
"They blew up half of the street... They were trying to kill us." Torn finished, also shaking himself.
Jak promised he'd help them in any way possible, and started by going to get some servants to tend to the couple, and got some camomile tea sorted out to calm them down.
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It was growing dark. Keira was shaking uncontrollably as she pulled the straps of her pants over her head and let them fall to the floor.
'If Torn had died today...'
She choked at the thought, tears rising in her eyes and splashing lightly down her cheek.
She cried as she slipped the ready prepared night gown over her head, the silk soothing to her battered skin.
Jak had said she could have a shower in the morning, and she couldn't have agreed more, as she was tired, and too worn out to see straight.
Keira flopped onto her double bed, curling up under the smooth sheets.
Her eyes slowly closed... she was falling into a world where it was just her and Torn... but not for long.
A sudden depression in the mattress occured, and Keiras eyes flew open to see Torn glaring at her. The look on his face horrified her, and she shrunk back a bit.
"Wha- what did I do wrong?" Keira mumbled, hoping she wasn't going to be yelled at.
Torn said nothing, but pulled her to him and enveloped her in a warming hug.
"You could have died today..." Keira murmured, brushing her lips across Torns unscarred cheek.
"I know... thanks to you, I'm still alive."
Keira wrapped the covers around Torn, and kissed him passionately.
The fear of someone coming in to her room in the middle of the night and brutally killing her was washed away by the mere presence of Torn. He made her feel... happy, in these dark times.
"Thanks to me?" she whispered, lying back and curling up next to Torn.
"Of course." He said, trailing kisses down her neck. "If you hadn't warned me you'd probably be planning a funeral, not a wedding."
She giggled at the warmth of the kisses and Torn's silly remark. But after the giggle she thought about what it WOULD have been like planning his funeral. Torn noticed this.
"What?" He asked.
She looked at him, and couldn't really outline him easily in the dark. She shook her head.
"I was thinking about what I would have done if I'd had to have planned your funeral. It would be... like Romeo and Juliet. You'd be Juliet. I see you, supposedly dead, so I kill myself to be with you."
Torn nearly choked in laughter. Not the crazy laugh, just a soft chuckle.
"Me? Juliet?" He grinned.
She smiled and kissed him.
"Of course. You're MY Juliet." Keira replied.
Torn grinned. He lay on his back and watched Keira. She was relaxing way more now, getting sleepier. He was getting tired, and thought that they should try and sleep.
"I love you, Torn." Keira murmured.
Torn kissed the top of her head and smiled. "I love you too, Keira. Try to sleep now, alright?"
"Okay. Seems you insist. Goodnight, Juliet."
Torn chuckled and closed his eyes.
"Night, Keira."
Torn lay there for a while, thinking. Something was bothering him, and he would soon find out what it was. A rumbling noise filled the quiet skies around the Palace. Torn sat up, causing Keira to stir.
"Wha- Torn, what's that sound!"
Torn jumped out of bed and looked out the window. He saw balls of light coming directly towards the Palace. He heard them collide. The Palace rocked violently.
"TORN!" Keira screamed.
Torn knew then - they had to get out. The Palace was going to fall.