A/N: Aloha, Sorry I left everyone on the edge of the cliff in the last
chapter. I was being kicked off the computer. I am glad that you all like
my story. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. Like I said in the other
chapter, I have another story out called Virus. Well not to further the
story anymore . . .
Disclaimer: Well, I don't believe that I own Zoids. If I did then well, this story would be on TV.
*****
Zeke raised his tail over top the unconscious Fiona, looking for the right spot to do the most damage without killing her.
Van burst through the door. Zeke turned his head to look at him.
"Zeke . . . what did you do to Fiona," Van asked looking over at Fiona.
Zeke didn't answer, just looked back at Fiona and raised his tail to swing. But Van wasn't going to let him hurt Fiona anymore, so he quickly tackled him to the ground. Van stood up hurriedly and picked up Fiona, racing out of the room. Zeke went to follow, but found out his brain had just shut down. Leaving him on a heap in the middle of the room.
Van didn't look back; he just raced into the Zoid hanger. He gently put Fiona in the back seat. Making sure she would make it to the next town, he jumped into his own seat and quickly took off towards the nearest town.
"That plan went well," said the man as he watched the Blade Liger disappear in a cloud of dust. "But that stupid organoid didn't have to injure her that much," he said with disgust, "But some things just can't be controlled," he said as he stealthily followed the Blade Liger in his Helcat.
*****
"Where's the Hotel," Van asked one of the only few people he saw in the town.
Then man took a look at Fiona, but didn't ask. "Right over there."
"Can I get a room," Van asked the clerk, who appeared to be sleeping.
"Yah, sure," the clerk said as he handed Van a room key.
"Keep the change," said Van as he put some money on the counter.
Van raced up the stairs and down the hall searching for the room. As soon as he found it, he stumbled to put the key in the lock. He quickly opened the door. The room had one twin bed, one bathroom, and a small couch and TV (do they even have TV's). Van didn't take time took look around. He quickly set Fiona down on the bed. He found a few first aid supplies in the bathroom. He quickly raced back to the bleeding Fiona. Her arm had stopped bleeding, but her side hadn't. He rolled up her shirt, right to the top of the long gash.
"Ouch," was all Van could say as he pressed the damp cloth slowly around the wound, trying not to hurt her.
"To close, ouch," Fiona said softly as she opened her eyes just a little.
"Sorry, I'm almost done, so just hang on for a few more minutes." Van said as he began to wrap the roll of bandage around her.
"Done," Van proclaimed proudly as he tied off the end of the bandage around her arm.
"It still hurts," Fiona said as Van brought a chair next to the bed.
"Well I can't do anything about that right now," Van said as he propped his elbows up on the bed.
"Yah, I know," said Fiona looked over. "It looks like Zeke's against us now to."
"Yah, but I wont let him hurt you again," said Van moving some lose strands of hair out of her face.
" . . ."
"Something bugging you," Van asked concerned.
"No, I was just thinking," Fiona said. 'Well, I know I should tell him that this is turning out just like my dream, but I shouldn't worry him anymore than he already is.' Thought Fiona.
"What are you thinking about," Van asked.
"You mostly," Fiona replied.
"Isn't that nice, but maybe you should get some rest, it will take a while before you should be out of bed," said Van as he stood up.
"Ok," Fiona said as Van gave her a good night kiss on her cheek.
"Sleep tight, I'll be right on the couch, so just give a holler if you need something," said Van as he opened the closet and pulled out the extra pillows and blankets.
"Good night Van," said Fiona as she slowly drifted off into sleep.
*****
Fiona sat straight up in the bed. Van was looking at her.
"Are you ok Fiona," Van asked, "You were tossing and turning and mumbling things in your sleep."
"That's man . . ." Fiona began. "The person who hurt you, he's close by, I can feel it."
"But how . . . did he find you," Van asked surprised.
"And how do you expect me to know, maybe he followed us," Fiona said quietly.
"It's a possibility, maybe I should try to find him, before he finds us," Van said standing up.
"Please come back soon," Fiona smiled as Van slowly shut the door taking one last look at Fiona.
"Maybe I should ask the clerk for some painkillers," Fiona told herself as she used all the strength she could muster to get out of the bed.
*****
"Flyheight has left according to plan," a younger man with light brown hair reported into the walkie-talkie.
"Good, I will distract him, you follow through with the plan," a harsh voice answered.
"Yes sir," the man reported as he silently walked thru the hotel doors.
*****
Fiona tried her best to walk with out falling over. The pain was intense. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the feeling of something bad. She soon made it to the front office.
"Hello," she called out, she assumed someone was still in the office because the light was still on.
'Maybe he can't hear me,' Fiona thought as she walked up to the door. The door creaked on its rust hinges, as it swung open. Fiona screamed at what she saw. The young desk clerk was on the ground covered in his own blood. That proved her case that the man was close by.
After that scream she couldn't find her voice as she walked backwards out of the room.
"Gotcha'" a pair on strong arms clasped around her.
"Let go of me," Fiona pleaded.
"No can do," the man replied as Fiona tried desperately to get out of his grasp. Fiona kicked her feet, trying to hit his shin.
"Ouch," the man said as Fiona landed a kick. "You little brat," he yelled in fury as he increased pressure onto her side wound.
Fiona cried out in pain. The pain seemed to engulf her body, right up to her brain. Her vision began to blur.
"Help," Fiona whispered as she fell into darkness.
The man threw Fiona over his shoulder like a rag doll. "She wouldn't have gotten hurt if she had just come quietly." He quickly ran out to his black Heldeguner, specially made for this mission. He strapped Fiona into the second seat and jumped in, closing the cockpit and burying under the sand.
*****
"Where is he," Van sat in the Blade Liger trying to find his mystery man. "Nothing," Van sat back in his seat.
A sudden explosion caught his eye. "Welcome, Van Flyheight," a voice rang over the intercom.
"Its you," Van shouted as another explosion happened around him. "What do you want with Fiona."
"Do you really want to know," a man with dark black hair appeared on a screen.
"Tell me," Van demanded.
"Its not her we want, but more of her blood," he replied with a smirk.
"You lost me there, why do you want her blood," Van asked confused.
"My master is growing old, and her blood will cause him to have eternal youth," the man replied as if he had explained it a thousand times before.
"You mean, that because she is an Ancient Zoidian, he blood will cause him to be immortal," Van asked his eyes had widened considerably.
"You are smarter than you look," the man replied as his cockpit intercom buzzed.
"What is it," he growled into the intercom, mad for having interrupted him.
"Sorry Lightning, but you told me to tell you when I had the girl, and she is in my possession at this moment," a voice replied.
"Very good, I will be there to greet you in a few minutes," he said as he but the intercom back onto its hook.
Van was trying to soak up all of this information.
"My distraction has worked, you are a fool Van Flyheight, and you're stupid ness is going to cost you something very important," said the man as he began to laugh. "Until we met again to continue this battle . . ." he shut off the intercom, leaving Van speechless.
"No . . . Fiona," Van managed to say before racing off back into the town.
Sure enough, the room was empty, and the clerk dead. Van was in a crying heap on the floor (I really cant overly imagine that but . . .). Suddenly, something in the back of his mind gave him a mental slap, sitting here crying over his mistake wasn't going to fix it. He quickly raced back to the Liger, jumping in to race towards any leads.
*****
So how did everyone like it? I figured out that in the first chapter, Sanity-Stealing-Lawn-Gnome had Lightning talking like a hillbilly, but from now on he will talk like a normal person. I hope everyone enjoyed, and I hope to update soon. So please leave me a nice review. It would be very appreciated.
Vale (Latin for good-bye)
Michiko
Disclaimer: Well, I don't believe that I own Zoids. If I did then well, this story would be on TV.
*****
Zeke raised his tail over top the unconscious Fiona, looking for the right spot to do the most damage without killing her.
Van burst through the door. Zeke turned his head to look at him.
"Zeke . . . what did you do to Fiona," Van asked looking over at Fiona.
Zeke didn't answer, just looked back at Fiona and raised his tail to swing. But Van wasn't going to let him hurt Fiona anymore, so he quickly tackled him to the ground. Van stood up hurriedly and picked up Fiona, racing out of the room. Zeke went to follow, but found out his brain had just shut down. Leaving him on a heap in the middle of the room.
Van didn't look back; he just raced into the Zoid hanger. He gently put Fiona in the back seat. Making sure she would make it to the next town, he jumped into his own seat and quickly took off towards the nearest town.
"That plan went well," said the man as he watched the Blade Liger disappear in a cloud of dust. "But that stupid organoid didn't have to injure her that much," he said with disgust, "But some things just can't be controlled," he said as he stealthily followed the Blade Liger in his Helcat.
*****
"Where's the Hotel," Van asked one of the only few people he saw in the town.
Then man took a look at Fiona, but didn't ask. "Right over there."
"Can I get a room," Van asked the clerk, who appeared to be sleeping.
"Yah, sure," the clerk said as he handed Van a room key.
"Keep the change," said Van as he put some money on the counter.
Van raced up the stairs and down the hall searching for the room. As soon as he found it, he stumbled to put the key in the lock. He quickly opened the door. The room had one twin bed, one bathroom, and a small couch and TV (do they even have TV's). Van didn't take time took look around. He quickly set Fiona down on the bed. He found a few first aid supplies in the bathroom. He quickly raced back to the bleeding Fiona. Her arm had stopped bleeding, but her side hadn't. He rolled up her shirt, right to the top of the long gash.
"Ouch," was all Van could say as he pressed the damp cloth slowly around the wound, trying not to hurt her.
"To close, ouch," Fiona said softly as she opened her eyes just a little.
"Sorry, I'm almost done, so just hang on for a few more minutes." Van said as he began to wrap the roll of bandage around her.
"Done," Van proclaimed proudly as he tied off the end of the bandage around her arm.
"It still hurts," Fiona said as Van brought a chair next to the bed.
"Well I can't do anything about that right now," Van said as he propped his elbows up on the bed.
"Yah, I know," said Fiona looked over. "It looks like Zeke's against us now to."
"Yah, but I wont let him hurt you again," said Van moving some lose strands of hair out of her face.
" . . ."
"Something bugging you," Van asked concerned.
"No, I was just thinking," Fiona said. 'Well, I know I should tell him that this is turning out just like my dream, but I shouldn't worry him anymore than he already is.' Thought Fiona.
"What are you thinking about," Van asked.
"You mostly," Fiona replied.
"Isn't that nice, but maybe you should get some rest, it will take a while before you should be out of bed," said Van as he stood up.
"Ok," Fiona said as Van gave her a good night kiss on her cheek.
"Sleep tight, I'll be right on the couch, so just give a holler if you need something," said Van as he opened the closet and pulled out the extra pillows and blankets.
"Good night Van," said Fiona as she slowly drifted off into sleep.
*****
Fiona sat straight up in the bed. Van was looking at her.
"Are you ok Fiona," Van asked, "You were tossing and turning and mumbling things in your sleep."
"That's man . . ." Fiona began. "The person who hurt you, he's close by, I can feel it."
"But how . . . did he find you," Van asked surprised.
"And how do you expect me to know, maybe he followed us," Fiona said quietly.
"It's a possibility, maybe I should try to find him, before he finds us," Van said standing up.
"Please come back soon," Fiona smiled as Van slowly shut the door taking one last look at Fiona.
"Maybe I should ask the clerk for some painkillers," Fiona told herself as she used all the strength she could muster to get out of the bed.
*****
"Flyheight has left according to plan," a younger man with light brown hair reported into the walkie-talkie.
"Good, I will distract him, you follow through with the plan," a harsh voice answered.
"Yes sir," the man reported as he silently walked thru the hotel doors.
*****
Fiona tried her best to walk with out falling over. The pain was intense. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the feeling of something bad. She soon made it to the front office.
"Hello," she called out, she assumed someone was still in the office because the light was still on.
'Maybe he can't hear me,' Fiona thought as she walked up to the door. The door creaked on its rust hinges, as it swung open. Fiona screamed at what she saw. The young desk clerk was on the ground covered in his own blood. That proved her case that the man was close by.
After that scream she couldn't find her voice as she walked backwards out of the room.
"Gotcha'" a pair on strong arms clasped around her.
"Let go of me," Fiona pleaded.
"No can do," the man replied as Fiona tried desperately to get out of his grasp. Fiona kicked her feet, trying to hit his shin.
"Ouch," the man said as Fiona landed a kick. "You little brat," he yelled in fury as he increased pressure onto her side wound.
Fiona cried out in pain. The pain seemed to engulf her body, right up to her brain. Her vision began to blur.
"Help," Fiona whispered as she fell into darkness.
The man threw Fiona over his shoulder like a rag doll. "She wouldn't have gotten hurt if she had just come quietly." He quickly ran out to his black Heldeguner, specially made for this mission. He strapped Fiona into the second seat and jumped in, closing the cockpit and burying under the sand.
*****
"Where is he," Van sat in the Blade Liger trying to find his mystery man. "Nothing," Van sat back in his seat.
A sudden explosion caught his eye. "Welcome, Van Flyheight," a voice rang over the intercom.
"Its you," Van shouted as another explosion happened around him. "What do you want with Fiona."
"Do you really want to know," a man with dark black hair appeared on a screen.
"Tell me," Van demanded.
"Its not her we want, but more of her blood," he replied with a smirk.
"You lost me there, why do you want her blood," Van asked confused.
"My master is growing old, and her blood will cause him to have eternal youth," the man replied as if he had explained it a thousand times before.
"You mean, that because she is an Ancient Zoidian, he blood will cause him to be immortal," Van asked his eyes had widened considerably.
"You are smarter than you look," the man replied as his cockpit intercom buzzed.
"What is it," he growled into the intercom, mad for having interrupted him.
"Sorry Lightning, but you told me to tell you when I had the girl, and she is in my possession at this moment," a voice replied.
"Very good, I will be there to greet you in a few minutes," he said as he but the intercom back onto its hook.
Van was trying to soak up all of this information.
"My distraction has worked, you are a fool Van Flyheight, and you're stupid ness is going to cost you something very important," said the man as he began to laugh. "Until we met again to continue this battle . . ." he shut off the intercom, leaving Van speechless.
"No . . . Fiona," Van managed to say before racing off back into the town.
Sure enough, the room was empty, and the clerk dead. Van was in a crying heap on the floor (I really cant overly imagine that but . . .). Suddenly, something in the back of his mind gave him a mental slap, sitting here crying over his mistake wasn't going to fix it. He quickly raced back to the Liger, jumping in to race towards any leads.
*****
So how did everyone like it? I figured out that in the first chapter, Sanity-Stealing-Lawn-Gnome had Lightning talking like a hillbilly, but from now on he will talk like a normal person. I hope everyone enjoyed, and I hope to update soon. So please leave me a nice review. It would be very appreciated.
Vale (Latin for good-bye)
Michiko