Allo my little muffin people. This is the first story ive posted before so please, be kind. I dun like flames, so no flaming please...> I'm a big time n00b at this kind of thing, so sue me. This story is set in an AU, andis still in progress, its far from finished but i thought i'd post up what ive got so far... Cookies for all who reveiw kindly...
Okies, the dreadedlegal stuff.I don't own The Legend of Zelda, or Star Wars that has been breifly mentioned...>>...
Year 2271
NEW YORK CITY
The Legend of Zelda- AU
"GET HIM" Officer Gered boomed out of his window. Obediently the other 6 N.Y.P.D vehicles pressed ahead, the air beneath their hover pads on the underbelly of the cars rippling furiously, showing an increase of speed, and of frustration.
"Damn! Those contraptions are too quick! I'm pulling out!" Announced the voice of a female officer over the secured talk line between each vehicle. Gered watched a hover car to his left pull back, but determined he sped up along with the others.
The criminal they were chasing seemed nothing but a blur, his speed was near unmatchable, even at their own cars maximum speed of 190mph, it proved difficult to keep up. Why was this? This criminal drove no car, Or motorbike, He wore a pair of unusually upgraded roller skates, but instead of wheels to move him along the ground, hot bursts of air from the sole of the metal boots kept him at least 50cm above the ground, allowing him to freely skate at insane speeds. Lithe and agile, he skated against traffic, narrowly missing a tramline. In his burred figure it was easy to spot that he wore a black, sleeveless shirt which had been zipped up to halfway down his chest. His baggy brown cargo trousers fluttered against the air, chains which were attached to them also trailed behind him. The twenty one year old blond took a sharp turn into a dark ally way, just off the sidewalk. The police followed him in, their side windows scraping against the walls off the ally, sending sparks behind them, and slowing their pursuit down.
The criminal was close to escaping, and he gripped the rucksack that held the valuables he had stolen tightly, ready to exit the ally to another street. But he only found a 24 story wall, boxing him in, no exit.
All the vehicles stopped behind him, Gered's to the front of the pack. They left their cars, and ducked behind the doors, pointing their stun pistols over the door at the criminal.
"Come with us now and use of force will be unnecessary! Failure to cooperate will result in us firing on you" Officer Gered shouted over to him.
The young man backed up to the wall of the ally way, and stared up. He could see Hover cars up there, flying in neat rows, and crossing over as it became higher. Air traffic. Perfect.
"Come on Link!" the officers voice broke into his thoughts of ideas. "You're wanted in 15 police counties! Don't make this any worse for yourself boy! Give it up!"
The criminal Smirked and he turned his back to them. The officers could hear a small charging noise from him, and before they were even able to pull the trigger on their guns, they watched him skating vertically up the wall. And he didn't stop until he reached the top of the buildings. He was now high enough to reach his goal; Air traffic.
"DAMN" Gered exclaimed, getting back into his car, and pulling up through the ally. The criminal anticipated his pursuit, and without looking back, he threw himself at a passing vehicle, gripping tightly onto the back bumper.
The unaware driver of the car pulled up higher, and Gered followed him, narrowly missing other cars in his chase.
The young man stared down at the now small buildings, and felt his head spin. Even in all his pursuit escapes, he hadn't been daring enough to try and loose the police in air traffic. Or was he just stupid, since he hadn't thought about the fact that it was impossible to breathe at a certain height. The air was constantly growing thin, and it was during this that he noticed Gered still in pursuit. Stubborn bastard.
The sirens from Gered's car had now alerted the driver of the criminals escape vehicle, and he at his mirror to see the police car, and the criminal helplessly dangling from his back bumper. Who wouldn't panic if the most wanted man in New York was hanging from your car? The driver swerved in a desperate struggle to shake him off, and Gered knew there was no use in trying to talk the civilian into calming down.
The lone officer pulled up beside Link, and opened his back window, knowing that the Criminal was growing weaker. "Let go of the car and get in boy!" Gered shouted over the noise of the traffic.
Link only gave a weak smirk, and let go of the bumper, and he quickly fell. He them pointed his skates to the ground, using their downwards air to slow him down. Unfortunately it was an almost deadly mistake. Due to his stall in mid air, it gave a speeding civilian's car the unintentional opportunity to ram Link from the right! He flew to the left and crashed through the window of a car, but not just any car, it was Gered's. Before he could realize what was happening, a flash erupted around the back seat.
"Nice of you to drop in boy!" Gered said smugly. The criminal's eyes widened when he realized his current location, and in a desperate act, he rammed the door of the car, only to receive a shock upon impact. He could tell the car didn't like him.
"Force field boy!" the Officer said, turning his eyes away from the road to look back at him. "I knew I had to keep you in one place!"
But to Gered's surprise, He only laughed.
"We'll be everywhere in a few seconds if you don't pull up"
Gered paused, taking a moment to react to his words. He turned back to the traffic, and his face bared the look of pure horror. Naught but 5 metres in front of him was a black limousine. Before the officer was able to react his vehicle slammed into the left side of the limo. His cars bonnet crumpled and bent as it knocked the other vehicle onto its side. Unharmed from the impact, Link looked out the front window at the limousine and watched as a civilian fell through a smashed window, plummeting down into air traffic. He then looked at Gered. A Massive Lump had formed on his forehead. He was slumped back, being knocked out from his head striking the steering wheel. In front of Gered, the cars screens flickered, sparks flew from some control panels. The car was malfunctioning.
Taking his chances, Link rammed the car door, hoping the force field had shut down. And it had when he found himself playing the hero and diving down in pursuit of the civilian from the limo, he knew luck was on his side today.
Link breathed in the glorious oxygen that he had been deprived of for those long minutes, and readied himself to grab the unfortunate girl.
Once he was close enough he wrapped an arm around her waist after identifying her to be blonde, out cold and approximately his age. Was a reward possible here? Before he could even think about that he would have to save her first, and it now proved a task, a matter of life and death.
After "stopping, looking, and listening" Link tried his efforts again, and pointed his soles to the ground to slow them both down, but a faint chug was all that came from his air shoes followed by smoke.
"..Uh oh..."
His eyes widened, and he tried again. Not so much as a chug this time around.
Link searched around him for a vehicle to jump on, but they were quickly falling out of the traffic and to the unsuspecting ground.
Behind the two a car zoomed past the right of them. Link knew jumping on it wouldn't work. He stuck his feet out, and scraped his skates against the probably expensive paintwork of the car in an attempt to jumpstart them.
"Come on! WORK!"
He yelled in a desperate tone.
The air shoes let out faster chugs, and then finally the hot air erupted and began to gradually slow their descent.
But the timing proved too late.
The two passed through a low cloud, and the roof of a skyscraper emerged. Link reacted, but not fast enough; his air shoes swerved out of control, and propelled him back first into the roof of concrete.
But the girl from the limousine was completely unharmed and unaware of the situation until she woke up to find herself in the safe embrace of a dying criminal.
But not just any criminal, one that was renowned for evading arrest too many times, and getting away with goods that were costing the government millions.
But when she saw the air skates, and looked up to the sky where the wreckage of the limo was just visible, she knew what he had done.
"When you jump out of a window…bring a parachute with you next time…" The criminal mumbled before watching a blanket of fuzz curtain his eyes. The girl watched him, amused only slightly at his joke, but quickly became worried as she watched blood puddle from his head onto the concrete.
"…relax...tilt your head back..." her calm, sweet voice soothed him to no ends, and he felt her hands tilt his chin back and bend his neck up slightly.
To his surprise he found it easier to breathe due to this.
He wanted to thank her, he wanted to look at her, but he cursed his vision.
The girls' voice became distant, and before he fell unconscious police sirens filled his ears…
A dull drumming of pain in Links head was what woke him slowly up.
He opened his mouth and in took a small, careful breath, now tasting blood on his tongue.
His eyes slowly parted, and from what he could make out from his blurry vision, he was in a hospital, but it seemed this was no ordinary hospital. A soft buzzing drew his attention to the window of the room, which was crossed over with firm, metal bars.
Firm, metal, electrocuted bars.
Pacing feet then drew his attention to the front of the room, where he laid eyes upon two daunting looking guards by the entrance, which were armed heavily.
He was in a prison hospital.
Once he felt strong enough, he pushed himself up from the bed, being wary of the guards watching his every move.
Once he was sat up as firmly as possible, a doctor entered the room, who stared at him past his old grey eyes with a grim expression.
After uttering a small comment to one of the guards, he stood by Links side, referring down to the clip board in his arms.
"Do you feel light headed?" He asked, taking a pen from the pocket of his long white coat.
"No" Link replied, but there was obvious suspicion in his voice.
"Sickness…? Nausea?"
"No" He replied again.
"Blurry vision?"
"Not any more"
"Breathing problems?"
"NO!" The thief was quickly becoming agitated, but due to his outburst the guards took no hesitation in pointing their rifles at him.
Link sat frozen for a moment, before the doctor concluded in the same grim tone.
"Its alright…He's perfectly healthy to go"
Once the doctor had left, the shorter guard of the two approached Link, then pulled a bag out from beneath his bed and dumped it on his lap.
"Get dressed" the guard grunted.
His agitation was slowly growing, and with a small snort he looked inside to see his black sleeveless shirt and brown cargo trousers, washed and ironed.
At least they supplied some service…
Once Link was fully dressed in his trademark clothes he was led through the hospital to the ground floor, where he was greeted by a mob ofhungry newsreporters.
It seemed impossible to keep something quiet in this city, even if one wanted to.
Officers forced the crowds of civilians and media back to give Link a clear passage to the armoured car which would take him to his sentence.
As Link was forced into the car with some resistance from him, the paparazzi broke past the police Line, banging on the windows of the vehicle, trying to question the criminal. But he stared silently forward in defeat as the car took off for the courtroom.
The court building was a grand monument that symbolized peace and justice in New York.
Made with the most expensive of marbles its blue sheeted surface was magnificent; it reflected the sun rays against other buildings in the vicinity, giving them the same marble gloss as the court house itself.
Strange how such a beautiful building would be the place in where his fate would be determined.
Link had been hoping since he was 17 that he would never come across this place. But he had to be Mr Hero and rescue the girl from the limousine.
"That girl!" Burst Links thoughts suddenly. "Who was she...?" The thief wondered. Though it didn't really appeal to him much now. Beyond this day he would most likely spend the rest of his life in a prison cell.
Link sighed, awaiting his fate in the courtroom.