AUTHUOR'S NOTE: Hey, Hey, Hey! Chapter Six. Strayflame, you could have saved two dollars!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ToS.
Kuchinawa did not stay in Sybak long, for when he left the hotel; he noticed some authority figures wandering around.
Kuchinawa calmly walked out of the city, then, making sure he wasn't being watched, ran fast and far.
In an hour, only stopping once to catch his breath, he came to the bridge. The Grand Tethe'alla Bridge.
Therefore, he began the long trek across the bridge.
Along the way, Kuchinawa started to feel a chill. He pulled his clothes closer to his body to warm up and just kept going. He knew cold winds often would blow across the seas and seaways during the spring.
Ongoing the walk, Kuchinawa began to acknowledge the breeze that was blowing around…was getting colder and colder.
He soon started to slowly droop down, as the frigid wind made it harder to stand upright and stay warm.
"What's going on?" he asked himself out loud.
"I'm trying to make you turn around," Kuchinawa quickly pulled out his knife, hearing the all-of-a-sudden voice from nowhere.
"Where are you?" Kuchinawa demanded.
"There are Knights up ahead."
"Thanks, but I still want to know where the hell you are!"
"I'm up here."
Kuchinawa looked up to see a figure in a thick parka standing on one of the tall suspension pillars of the bridge.
"There he is, raise the bridge!" a random voice called out.
Kuchinawa then saw several Cardinal Knights, charging at him, pikes drawn. He turned to see the bridge behind was rising up.
"Shit!" Kuchinawa ran the increasing slope of the drawing bridge. He was moving fast, but the bridge was faster.
"We've got him, now!" Kuchinawa heard another voice say.
The bridge was getting harder and harder to scale. Kuchinawa jumped and grabbed the top of the bridge and pulled himself up, then quickly jumped to the other side.
He made it across the bridge, but he hit the end with his waist. He grunted in pain, as his momentum kept pulling him over, and then he plummeted for the floor. He pulled his knife out and stuck it into the wooden paneling of the bridge end, he was falling into.
His drop, slowed, and then stopped. He was only eight feet up in the air. He planted his feet and pushed off, yanking his knife out. He dropped the rest of the way. Despite his aching waist and stomach from the impact of the collision at the top of the bridge, he managed to save himself, from the eight foot drop; not very well, but he broke nothing.
"Damn it, he got away!" a voice called out. "You can't run forever."
Kuchinawa just huffed and gripped his side.
He looked back up the pillar, but the figure wasn't there anymore.
He picked himself up, and turned to look the other way of the bridge, and noticed an ice-sculpture. A swan. With something inside it.
"What the hell?" Kuchinawa picked up the small piece of art. He then noticed that the trinket inside was a human finger.
Shocked, Kuchinawa dropped the swan. It smashed on the ground; pieces of ice littered a small portion of the ground.
…the head broke off.