Adventure Between the Line

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A man stood there, or rather a crazed one with scratches and cuts all over his face and clothes, holding Tryving. She had been right, but how close could she become to calm him down? Her hair waved wildly from the amount of magical force he exerted causing most of everyone to back away not being able to breathe. However, she had learned to stand high-intense magic herself.

"KEITH!!!!"

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Chapter 10: The Myst is Yet to Clear but the Memories are There

[P.S. This is mainly all of Malkovich's dreams from sleeping. The faces are now gone and all but she gets a few memories.]

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A little girl stood up, her russian and french hybrid face shows her innocence with clean and clear orbs of the bluest skies, lights to the darkness that she would grow into. Her innocence is not tainted in one bit yet, a mere child who would grow up to be a ruthless person when it came to death.

A field of blue-grass flows all around her large skirt, boots, and silvery blue t-shirt, swimming around her ankles as if it were alive. A man was watching her gallantly as she spun with wildflowers brimming madly from her fingers' grasp upon the bouquet she had made. This man was to be her father, and the woman beside him, her mother.

The wind rose, swirling chaotically around her small human form. Dandilion wild hair broke free from the ponytail it was held in and danced in the gale. Her frail body bracing for it as she continued her dancing to a tuneless rhyme, a rhythm in which she could only seem to remember without the words.

The man was tall, dark brunette hair cascading onto his wide broad shoulders. His eyes a captivating green watching his new daughter as she danced in the country-side field. Her carefree innocence permanating his very body, refreshing it from his hard work. He wore jeans and a plaid shirt, red and black but it worked for then. His wife stood beside him with the same type of stare watching her new daughter.

She wasn't as tall as her husband but she wasn't as short as some people; she could reach his shoulders and that was enough. Her hair fell onto small and feminine shoulders, dirty blonde hair sweeping the small summer dress she had decided to wear. She watched the child with wonderfully bright stormy grey-blue eyes.

"I've decided to name her." She spoke up secretly to her husband.

"What is it?"

"Margerete Gertrude. It would fit so nicely for her. And we can call her Gretchen for a nickname." He blinked, liking the woman's choice of names and fit it together with their new daughter. She did seem like a Margerete.

"…………………" The little girl in the middle of the field had stopped her meaningless twirling and walked over to her new parents. She was forced to live with them so she best had to learn how to look on the brighter side. "Here." Her voice had lost the joy she had earlier, tossing the bouquet to her "mother."

"They're wonderful, darling!!" Her voice came out to the emotionless bundle that stared hard at the woman. She disliked the duo that considered her their daughter. Her real mother wouldn't have liked the way they were pretending to be her mama and papa.

"C'mere." Her new father commanded jokingly. She did as she was told, almost in the military fashion that her real father had shown her. "We've chosen a new name for you so you can truly be our little daughter." He told her. She blinked. A new name?! She liked her name or rather what was left for her to remember snitches of from her six-year-old memory. The woman waited for a minute, and then began.

"Your new name will forever from here on out be Margerete Gertrude Zelle and we'll call you Gretchen until you're older. That okay?" Her chipper voice asking the small child. Margerete looked at the woman. She liked her name!!! "Go on ahead and say it!!" Her new mother urged.

"My name is Malkovich." She told the woman and the man cheekily. "Malkovich." The woman was slightly aggravated but sighed and shook her head.

"No,no,no!! It's now Margerete Gertrude Gretchen Zelle." She tried to tell the stubborn girl. "Say it."

"My name is Malkovich!!! I WILL ALWAYS BE MALKOVICH!!! THAT WAS MY PAPA'S AND MAMA'S NAME FOR ME!!!" She started crying. Promising silently as she cried that she would always be Malkovich.

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A teenager sat against the window of her school, the other students joyfully playing with their friends, chatting socially to the others with gossip of any sorts. Margerete was not part of any of this. Her body was a reflection of her loneliness. She had never had friends before, real ones who she could share secrets with, have sleepovers and tell about the other's hardships repeatedly to themselves.

In fact, if it wasn't for Margerete being the best in the Gun club, chess club, art club and in almost every single sport there was, she would never have been known. People knew about her exploits during the games, art viewings, and shot meets, but they never knew what she really looked like.

Hell, only her teamates, coach and foster parents knew who she was and with the way she wanted it, she would never get her picture taken. The teachers never called her Margerete but Malkovich as she wished. A deep secret she had kept from her parents. Malkovich forever was her name, not Margerete. Sitting against the window, she saw a bunch of boys picking on one of the smaller girls in which was from the chess club with big glasses, long dark hair and small body structure with nothing on it.

Growling at them, the teenager got up, her short blonde hair rustling the slight top of her black trenchcoat. Her boots plodded the earth as she walked on over.

She was going to fight for this girl to live. In a manner of speaking, Malkovich knew that the moment that she had stepped to help the girl, she was going to be like this forever. Ready to help, ready for anything, ready for someone.

Tapping one of the bullies' shoulders, she sent a punch straight into his face making his nose break and bleed. The blood flowing down his face as he breathed in agony. His nostrils on fire. The others stared hard at her, pumping their adrenline with useless lines that would not be remembered. With more than two steps she had encountered and engaged the seven of them in a fist of Quidong, then a kick of Tai chi, and lastly a mix of opening-a-can-of-whoop-ass.

With a smirk, the few who had fought her even slightly worthy of her time had fallen to the ground with the bloody heap of loathable bullies. Her dark blue eyes searched the girl's who stood before in wonder. Who was this girl that had saved her? Looking at the Senior, the freshman smiled hugely.

"Who are you?" the girl's petite voice asked out to the solemn goth. Margerete didn't know wether or not to tell her the name her real parents had given her or her foster parents. Her eyes seemed to search for trust within th eheart of this simple little girl she had saved from being molested, mutiliated and maybe eventually beaten to her death or suicide by the way she seemed to be so frail within the moment.

Finally, Margerete decided upon her answer.

"Malkovich. My name is Malkovich."

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A woman stood there. Her long auburn dark hair falling around her waist in curls as the heavier part was lifted in a small ponytail above it. She had wide brimming with energy hazel/green eyes, seemingly unhazy by any condtion. She wore a simple country dress that flowed with her every movement, Malkovich noticed she was in her clothes of purple skin-tight dress with kick ass boots and white lab-coat.

The woman beckoned with her hand for Malkovich. Her eyes never going away from the twenty-one year old girl. Her mouth quirked at the ends as she watched the untrusting woman come near.

`Who are you?' the tough voice of a certain woman asked the darkened one. The woman laughed at her with such ease, the ease that would belong to a child. Her back was straight as she faced the woman again. There was no room to be spineless.

'You. As you are me.' Her voice was a whisper but sounded as if was the was the loudest thing wihtin the small dream. Malkovich curiously raised an eyebrow at this woman who barely looked like her except for the fact of their face. Everything else except for body-build wasn't similar.

'You're confusing me!!!' the ex-spy yelled to the woman. The woman resembled Malkovich a little too much for her convenience but she shrugged it off, watching the woman's reactions and movements with minuet eye movements.

'You do not have much time left.' She told her against the roar of the wind, raising and falling into waves upon the field. 'Beware of Loki and Albert Simon.' She told the girl. Her deep whispers almost falling upon the deaf ears of the wind to Malkovich. Her blonde hair flowing vividly during this, eyes open wide watching th ewoman. She recognized the name of Albert Simon.

'Tryving, He will help you. He will save you from us. He will b-' The woman stopped mid-sentence. Her body twirling around to face the man of whom had claimed her to her death. With the angel beside her and in her, permenating her very core. 'WAKE UP!!! GO!!!' She screamed at Malkovich, her hands moving many arcs and twirls as she used the estensive knowledge of her magic. The screams erupting from both Malkovich, the angel/woman beside the man and the woman between them.

Magic.

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"KEITH!!!! PLEASE!!!! WAKE UP!!! YOU'RE NOT YOU!!!!!" Loki sounded so pitiful to herself as she ran forward towards him. Her arms outstretched the sword her father loaned her within her grasp as she held on from the magical outburst. People surrounded her running from the sight. They had never been this close to a ticking time bomb of magic.

"Lucrezia."

"KEITH!!!!" Her screams were lost upon his deaf ears as he turned to face his opponent Loki. The wild dark brunette hair wavered in the wind as wild as anything could be. His eyes were not the astonishing green coral that she had once seen upon his countenance. His attributes felt raw, angered, visibly distinguished. Blood fell upon the floor as he looked upon her face.

His mind rapidly felt the vibrations of magic emanating from her small petite form. Her figure dancing with waves of her protection spells that she had casted to prtoect the people around her. The people that weren't running stood behind her astonished and scared, many only children.

"KEITH!!!!!" Her scream erupted him out of his charging for his next spell to be cast upon her. The magical writings that surrounded his sword and his body floated away as Loki continued in harnessing her magical strength to use a counter spell. A pentagram stood at her feet glowing sliver as its light shot up through her to her hands. Outstretched to their maxuim width, she began the spell casting of the Varuna sorcery.

He stared bewildered at the woman with rage coursing through him. Didn't she understand?!! She was going to get killed and yet she stilll stood casting the spell that was a secret from even the highest master of magic, Merlin himself. Her sweet and gentle arms danced through the forced wind and power of Keith's rage. Gripping Tryving tighter in his grip, he rushed at her.

Feeling the star circle dissapate into her hands, where she currently held a wave of magical prepation, she knew the spell was ready. Her eyes closed with intense concentration, focusing at the man rushing at her with his deadly sorcer-like weapon.

"Mind DROP!!!" Her voice yelled to him. The waves that were surrounding her hand flowed through her whole body as he came within arm distance. His sword going into an uppercut attack, as her own a sword fell onto the floor and her hands touched his forehead. He dropped to the floor as soon as the fingers holding the spell touched his forehead, casting him into slumber and relentlessly out of magic.

"……….." his sword fell with his arms beside his fallen figure. Loki smiled to herself, panting on the ground. She'd have to practice her magic sooner than waiting until she really needed it, after all practise makes perfect.

Stretching her arms behind her, she got up, grabbing the sowrd putting it in its sheath and stared hard at the man beside her. She had wanted to run away when she first saw him and that was too unlike herself. Growling in her cowardice, she reached over and sheathed his own sword, and bent down to him. The police would be here any minute now. Grumbling to herself, she picked him up and walked out of the window, flying with her black wings, though it hurt throughly like hell. For once, just staring at him, she wondered how a few minutes ago she could have been afraid of him.

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Tryving smiled at the woman and her vivacious curves, his fingers coursing their way onto them possessively. His dark hair messy and completely black contrasting with his pale skin and green/red eyes. A smirk enveloping his lips as they worked their way on her neck. For a first in many years, eons even he was finally reunited with her. His soft nose nuzzled her ear as he nibbled onto her neck, wrapping the bothersome hair onto her other shoulder.

"Malkovich, remember I have always been your soul's mate and I will continue to be." His voice whispered huskily into her round ears, her eyes rolling in the back of her head form the flash of memories. Her other name had been Margerete then, and Tryving? Trying to protect her? HE WAS NEARLY SOMTHERING HER!!! IN KISSES NO LESS!!!! She screamed at her mind to push him away, but her mind would not reply, so she laid in his arms. Somehow it did feel right but then again wrong. It didn't feel her completely in her heart.

"Great things will come to the Simons if you let my dearest mate out. Do it and I will murder both you and her." His voice told her through his ectasy. Her blue eyes were unresponsive in the mirror as he grinned ferally.

"Don't ever let her out. Fight her and fight the Simons." He smiled and picked her up from her spot. She was light in her weight and he didn't care to carry her to her bed. This mate was certainly tired and he would not push it on his exact first meeting with her. "Also remember dearest, I am never wrong." He whispered into those ears and nuzzled her face with his lips, letting her down on her bed.

Once he had laid the woman down, he grinned and took off his black shirt and boots, his black denomic wings disappearing from wherever they had come from. His hair was disheveled as he fell in the bed beside her form, wrapping his arms over her curves and putting the blanket over the both of them.

"Come little woman, I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment. Come little woman, in my arms we'll play, until you doze in them into your dreamland. " His voice sung to her as the spell worked. Blinking lights twinkled around her eyes and made them fall down into sleep. "Night, M'Goddess."

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O_o………………..TRYVING IS TOOOOOOOOO WEIRD!!!! I can't believe I made Tryving too horny!!!!! He seemed like a good character but it scared me at first to write about him. -_-'''''''' Well, my explantion for his horniness? Wouldn't you want to have some pleasure if your soul got stuck into a sword?!!??!!??!?!?? Lol!!! Well, he's got a few problems with being stuck in a sword, such as, He only has three hours in human form per twenty four hours, he is honorable yet when he's in human form and around women, he won't be. Umm…..What else about his character? Oh, yeah. His 'mate' happens to be the woman of his master or woman-master of his sword .

The thing of Margerete not being Malkovich's name? Well, she obviously would need a reason for not recognizing her name that Keith at first uttered and this was my only explantion. Margerete meant nothing to her, while her foster parents also meant nothing to her and that is why her dad is always buying her stuff. I think she would be a little cold towards everyone when she was in high school and just be this total enigma towards anyone.

The bit with Loki and Keith was okay. She calmed him down and that was okay of the char to do it. I kinda wanted to have Malkovich rush in and then this huge mush scene happen. But nah!!! I need some confusing things put in. ^_^;;;;; Please don't kill me!!!! Really!!! The original plot was that she and Keith would become two people who had to team up together and then beat up the guys after the two, who would happen to be Wugui and Albert. This was a plot device and gradually it grew overly large.

Funny thing, I'm listening to the Grease Soundtrack and its getting annoying now. -_-******* HOW IN THE HELL CAN I STAND THIS?!?!?!? **pokes self into Hell** I remember now!!! This is Hell!!!!

Albert: Nevermind her.

WELL, LIKE USUAL!!!! PLEASE READ 'N' REVIEW!!!!!!