AN: so starts the seventh 'chapter' of this NDS based story. Of course...the seventh chapter is probably the shortest, especially with the rewrite now, so...it'll probably only go five chapters. Actually...that sounds like more than some of the other chapters...Maybe they're shorter, but more numerous? Whatever.
We start off with this some-what funny Run Lola Run parody. If you don't know what that movie is, just think the Simpsons episode where it went through one day showing Lisa, Bart, and so on as 'Lisa's Day'.
88888888888888888
In the town of Last Ends just northwest of Boot Hill and South of Jolly Roger a battle-damaged building stood in the heart of the more recently developed town. Filgaia's first ever veterinary hospital stood in rubble. Sitting in the dust left from the explosion was a group of four who each were equally dirty, one plain confused, and another still in pain.
Virginia was the first to speak after watching everyone run away and the medics taken to the immediate injured. "So...you still haven't explained why you came here Jet."
Jet ignored that beginning to a question. "Uh...Hey, but Clive hasn't explained why this place just blew up!"
"Don't pin this on me." Clive gestured as he cleaned his glasses. "It's not like I knew this would happen."
Emilia kicked a baby Annaberge away from her leg where it had been biting her boot. "Will you get this off of me?" She complained.
-Jet's Day-
Jet and Emilia stand adjacent from one another as the sun—as of ten in the morning—hung in the sky above them. Virginia popped in between the two of them. "I'm going into town you two." She notified them.
"C"ya later then!" Emilia replied as she departed from their prescence. Her attention was then taken to the glare from Jet.
"Now that she's out of the way...you ready?" He questioned.
"Just bring it." She urged. They stare at one another as the hot air causes a bead of sweat to roll down Jet's forehead and to his chin. In an instant he has his ARM drawn and dodging the now unsheathed blade of Emilia's. Eying carefully the ARM at her waist that he was worried she would pull out. She charges forward to attack as he blocks it with his ARM. The two stare at one another inches apart as the two weapons remain in contact and the two attempt to force their foe to an end. Neither seem to.
Emilia backs off and swings downward on Jet who moves aside an inch knowing that the blade had missed. He gave a cocky smile after the blade had missed as he thought it would. "Ha! You missed...er,"
Emilia's eyes were still on the ground eying one ugly turn of events. "Jet...is that...the top of your right ear?"
Jet glanced down in robotic fashions. That was his ear all right. "You cut off my ear!"
"You were the one who challenged me!" She argued.
"You cut off MY ear!" He went on in delirium.
She smacks him across the face. "Stay calm! Stay calm!" She knew that you should always not panic in grave accidents like this. "We can get it back on Jet."
"Then let's hurry!" He argued picking it up gently. Petting it even. Then he spotted Emilia's weird glance and wrapped it up in a handkerchief. "Uh...so...I would think this sort of thing has to be done fast." He said back to a calmer tone. "What do we do?"
"Where's the doctor though who can put it on? I know I can't." She balked. Stomach churning thinking about blood and it was starting to disgust her. "Huh? Where?"
"We can find directions! There's people all over!" Jet darts off with her just behind headed into town in a scuffle. The dust calms as Jet meets up with a man. "Excuse me, sir." The man looks at him. And then the man noticed the bleeding ear. That was when the man made a B-line for the nearest place to vomit. Jet did not look that bad. People just had weak stomachs. Jet moves on to a woman who loiters nearby wearing skanky clothing. "Miss, can you help...me?" He looked downward to the revealing coconuts.
"My, my, what a man." She simply states totally ignoring the missing top of his ear. It was an angular cut though, so it did not look THAT awkward.
"Uh...Jet?" Emilia came along behind him. The woman's grin grew.
"You brought a friend too? More the merrier I say." The woman licked her lips.
"Uh...Let's boogie!" Jet snapped and grabbed Emilia's hand and jetted off. Emilia was just confused by hearing him say 'boogie'. Jet stumbles upon another man. "Sir, where's the doctor?"
The old man blinked. "I reckon it was down the lane and to the right some."
"Thanks." Jet was off again with Emilia in tow.
"Wait...which did he mean? And how many rights did I say?" The old man wondered. Shrugged and moved on.
Finally the two Drifters find the building with a red cross in the window. Entering the two are met by Virginia who is surrounded by some nurses and doctors trying to get her out of the place. In her arms a baby Annaberge. The three blinked. The groups paused. "Virginia...why are you at the doctor's?" Jet questioned.
"Why are you at the Vet's?" She questioned.
"Vet?" Jet cursed. "This is the wrong doctor's!" He turned to leave when the door flung opened and Clive came in with a pant.
"Thank the guardians." Clive breathed. "Jet?" He questioned just as the walls exploded on them all.
-Virginia's Day-
Jet and Emilia stand adjacent from one another as the sun—as of ten in the morning—hung in the sky above them. Virginia popped in between the two of them. "I'm going into town you two." She notified them.
"C"ya later then!" Emilia replied as Virginia began to hum as she took a nice walk into the town.
As she decides upon what meal she should make Jet in an attempt to defeat his love for Sakura's cooking she is woken by a whimper. Glancing around in confusion she finds nothing, and the sound had stopped. She hears the same whimper again and looks to a garbage can and to the back finds a baby Annaberge with broken leg. "Poor guy. What's wrong?" She examines it and discovers the broken leg. "I guess...I should find someone to help. I think I heard this place had a Vet, so I guess I should start there.
She finds a building with a red cross and enters it. "How may I...I'm sorry, we can't help you here, miss." The nurse mentions with a nervous drop of sweat.
"What? Why not?"
"Because you brought us a monster...For one, we're a people hospital, and two...it's a bloody monster!" She pushes Virginia out and flips the open sign to close.
Virginia huffs and gives them a sign of unfriendliness that is definitely not the number one. She storms off in search of the Vet. She finds the clinic and enters coming to the front desk. The woman at the desk eyes her, and then the beast. "Uh...we don't treat monsters here ma'am. We're a more...dog, cat, poultry business. I'd like to ask you to leave without incidence."
"N-No!" Virginia yells in defiance. "Treat this animal! It's what you're supposed to do!"
"Ma'am, you're creating a scene."
"I don't care!" Virginia countered bitterly. It was hesitation that set in when orderlies appeared around her. That's when the door opened and she found a scared looking Jet with part of his ear missing walk in with Emilia behind him.
"Virginia...why are you at the doctor's?" Jet questioned.
"Why are you at the Vet's?" She questioned.
"Vet?" Jet cursed. "This is the wrong doctor's!" He turned to leave when the door flung opened and Clive came in with a pant.
"Thank the guardians." Clive breathed. "Jet?" He questioned just as the walls exploded on them all.
-Clive's Day-
Clive sits in a small room as a man sits at the table before him placing a small cooler-like box on the table. The man cleared his throat. "This is a VERY important package. It holds a liver that I just took from a doner. I need you to bring it to my office across town where my people will take it. You will be given 5000 gella for this if you do it right."
Clive nodded. "Understood." He picked up the box and made his way onto the paths headed for the doctor's place. As he does so three men in dark suits eye him carefully.
"Hey Boss," The one man interjects. "That punk there has the liver we need for da Godfather."
The man he spoke to looks on. Flicking his toothpick aside. "Let's sack him."
Clive continues at a steady pace he felt was fast and safe enough. However, he noticed three men following him. Cornering him eventually. "Can I help you?"
"Hand over dat liver." The second man demanded.
"I'm not going to deter from my job. This is my duty." Clive replies sternly. Ready to defend his life and duty.
"I guess we'll do this the hard way then." The three men draw their ARMs.
"Shoot me, you shoot the liver." Clive interjects.
The boss of the three lowered his gun slightly. "He be rights."
In that instance Cliev moves forward knocking the two men over and making a break down the street. The boss shooting after. In desperate fear he spots the red cross and enters the building to finish his job. Gasping he looks in front of him. "Thank the guardians." Clive breathed. "Jet?" He spots a grenade enter though the window and roll to the area of the room not being used. Everyone went tense as the building blew up around them
-Gallows' Day-
Gallows rolled over in his bed. What was this? Another twelve hours he had to sleep? Okay, he accepts it.