Chapter Three: We have a Ship to Catch

The motorcycle sped along the continent of Galbadia. Yet another town was on the menu for Bleaks ravenous attitude. Memories of the previous day sped through his mind. He made a point to take care of that Vrante. It was pretty rude to shoot someone in the head like that. Bleak of course was sitting on the back. Lec was in the middle and Locke was driving. Despite their size they managed to fit on just fine.

It was getting crowded of course at this rate there wouldn't be much room for them. If people were out there as they said then they would need something Grander to say the least. They sped through the gap between two mountain ranges and through to Dollet in the distance. They reached it within the hour and sped into the gates. Instead of talking the barrier Locke turned the bike down the a back street to a small grubby garage.

They got off. Lec lead the way inside. It was a shabby place and Bleak wondered what they were doing there. They took a spanner from a tool holster on the wall and they walked to the wall and placed it in. The door opened and they walked down. They emerged in a room laden with all sorts of weapons. Bleak smiled it was haven.

"I have shown you the door, now you must lead us through it. What is our plan of action?" Lec asked.

"Well sneak onboard a cargo ship to Trabia. We can head up there. I have a question in the back of my mind about that place. Something, deep. Something that will be important to our mission" Bleak said thoughtfully.

"Very well then, the next ship is at nightfall, the perfect time. Is that the ship we shall take?" Locke asked.

Bleak nodded and Locke nodded back. Lec smiled in the corner of her mouth away from the other two. Locke looked at her. He was getting suspicious and she could tell. It would be a problem if Locke messed with her plans so she left it be. She reclaimed her twin blades from one of the shelves and Locke Picked a long pike witch folded into itself for concealment.

Bleak looked at them both and looked round the shelves. He choose Twin Tribal daggers and a staff that changed size. He liked the feel of it all. He nodded.

"Locke, I want you to scout the town for any helpful information that will be available. You to Lec I shall meet you by the fountain at sunset. Ill stay out of sight till then and try not to get yourselves recognised." Bleak announced.

The two nodded and went off. Bleak waited a few minutes and traversed the steps into the main run down garage. He walked out down a few back streets. It was a disgustingly cheerful town. A few kids walked past playing in the alleyway. They saw him and backed away. Obviously their parents had told them never to talk to strangers.

Just as well Bleak was going for Subtlety or they would be dead before they even had a chance to scream. He looked across to the hotel and made his way through the shadows down to the pub. No one was going to mess with him there, everyone would be too drunk to even give him a second glance and it was a good way to get information. Of course later on he found out the date of the unveiling of a state of the art airship that was to be unveiled there. Bleak had taken a note to remember that date. It seemed transport issues wouldn't be a problem after that.

Meanwhile Lec sat on top of the hotel. Locke stood there behind her Pike outstretched to her back. His eyes narrowing on her back. He knew shed was a traitor, her reaction had just proven that. Now to exterminate her in the name of Bleak. His master. His life.

She just left her legs swaying over the edge. She looked down on the street. Her breath caught itself and she turned round eyes malicious. She drew her twin blades and sliced the pike in two. She walked up to him and picked him up by his shirt.

"Why, why do you soil his name?" Locke asked enraged.

"I soil his name not. I am his follower. But my plan and his will at some point but I shall never harm him. Our plan is the same we just have-two different ways of going about it" She replied.

Thrusting one of the blades through his gut he let out a blood curdling scream. She twisted it over and over. He watched half dead. She drew the blade out and tossed him off of the Hotel. He hit the ground and a crowd gathered in shock.

She wiped the blood off of her hand and made towards the fire escape. It was time for her to take on a new look Time for her to change. She had a room booked and she made her way there. She looked at the equipment laid before her. She began to unpack more nags of equipment perfect for her.

She brung up a bottle of water she had prepared and felt a swoon of wooziness overfill her. She staggered over to the bed and rested her head on the pillow. Her eyes closed and she began to shake violently.

Her dream was of a memory. She was in the labs at FH, in her original state. Small, weak, gullible. A young doctor there the head of the labs. He had short curly brown hair. This memory was eight years old. He turned to the young Lec and smiled.

"The program is seventy percent of the way through. Soon the genetic makeup will be complete and it will be tested." He said.

"Good, that leaves my earlier enquiry doctor, will it be usable to re construct people?" She asked

"In theory yes, but wed need someone to test it on" He replied solemnly. "Oh"

The thought had struck him Lec could see it in his eyes. She nodded at him to let him know.

"I cant stop you can I? Well if It must go prepare the specifications to the changes and we can test it soon" He looked sad as he said this.

Lec nodded and wandered off. The memory flashed forward into the procedure. Lec was there the tank was open. It closed and she could be seen looking scared as the green liquid passed through and up into the tank filling it to the top.

The pain, all of it. She had felt every bit of her genetic makeup being stripped and remade. It drove her insane. Six months later she had emerged, angry, bitter and changed. She had killed the doctor and taken over the labs. She had used the process to create the project that later created Bleak. In a way, he owed her everything and more.

She awoke on the pillow and looked out the window. Still a few hours till sundown. She had plenty of time to finish her ploy. She knew what the flashback meant also. Tonight had to be the night, it had to happen on that ship. She knew the perfect way how.

Sunset hit and Bleak leant against the fountain. Most people had disappeared and only the few police that were guarding the crime scene were there. They hadn't time to get informed of Bleaks arrival into this world so they left him be. Bleak was pretty pissed someone wasted Locke though. He had been a good asset, he stood there. He had taken the time to gather new clothes also. He wore a long trench coat much like the one Amiel had except this one wasn't leather. He also had a black shirt and black jeans. Around his wrists were spiked wrist straps.

Lec appeared but this time she was different. Her hair was now black and instead of her knee length skirt she went with the practical tight black pants. Around her wrist a large black jewelled emblem of sorts was attached. Black was a definite theme that night.

The ship was docked upon the shore and a few forklift trucks were stuck applying the usual barrage of crates. In the shadows Bleak and Lec snuck through hiding behind crates and bushes. The torches scanned over the places they were hiding a few time but they generally went unnoticed. Finally they made it to the innards of the ship and hid among many of the crates. They sat huddled next to a barrel of Red Choco Brand beer. Strong stuff, really strong stuff. The journey would take several days but in the storage cabin they had enough supplies to last them weeks.

Bleak stared at Lec. Trying to figure out what was going on. He decided to ask the obvious question but the problem was the answer. It wouldn't be so obvious he feared.

"You took care of Locke" He questioned. It was quite obvious.

"Yes, he was a traitor, thought you were crazy was going to kill you tonight. He told me everything thought we had a connection, thought I'd take his side. He was wrong" She replied simply.

Bleak nodded and thought no more of it. He glanced to the alcohol. He could see she was looking at it also. She took the cork of the barrel and drank some. She indicated him to do the same.

"Its good stuff"

He took a bit, and a bit more. He could feel himself enjoying it. It was good stuff. If Locke was a traitor then he deserved to die. He was going to kill them all in the end anyway they knew that. Just one down.

He awoke the next day with a large headache. He hadn't a single memory of the night previous after he drank from the barrel. Lec had gone, probably to take care of breakfast. She seemed to be good at sneaking around.

Sure she arrived minutes later with whatever crap stuff they served. It seemed there was nothing good left. He sniffed his nose up at it but ate it all the same. They spent much of the day behind the crates just resting. Bleak was bored but he braced it. Two days left in his mind.

Night time came fast and that night the snuck on deck to have some fun. They found the sleeping quarters and dragged one of them off down to the storage deck and tortured him. The broke his fingers, burnt his skin all manor of things. By the end of it he was begging for death. They gave him his wish and had a laugh. This was fun for them.

Next day, much of the same. Yesterday's crap was replaced by gooey gruel. Bleak tasted it and it wasn't bad. Just sticky, you could feel it slither down your throat. A few people came looking for their missing crew member but no one found him. He was to be presumed dead.

Final day they made a break for it making their way to the upper deck and slaughtering the crew. Fist they took out the ones still sleeping, next the ones patrolling the deck. Finally it was Bleak in the cabin controlling the captain to dock. Lec was going hunting down the ones that fled like rabbits.

Hours later they docked and they killed the Captain. Making their way down they pocketed as much food supplies as they could and went on shore. There was a rigging service in operation here. There they took care of business and found a few Chocobos in the stable.

The Chcocobs wouldn't even go near them they ran away so in the end Bleak and Lec settled for a snow vehicle. It wasn't as fast but it was effective. Last minute check ups in the main area of the rig Bleak sat there thinking. He looked around, there was a map on the wall he took it. Lec studied him.

"Lets just go" He snarled.

She just smiled and followed. The walked outside and got on. He hit the ignition and they sped through the snow at top speed. Their destination a mountain that no returned from. The apparent deceasing of many warriors alike. But what Bleak wanted was on the summit. He would do anything to get to it.

/End

Well that's folks is chapter three. Next we will see the return of that old woman Bleak killed. Lecs plan shall remain untouched so no progress there. But also he will find out slightly more about his past. After that Im planning chapter Five or Six to be Completely about Lec from her POV. That should uncover more about the Bleak project being started. Maybe an entire Chapter of Flashback? Wait and see!

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