Disclaimer: We've come to an agreement. If all of you lawyers get down on the ground and grovel, I'll let the Trinity Blood cast go and I'll admit that I do not own Trinity Blood.
Abel regained consciousness last. He blinked. Something was cold on his face. Stella's face swam into view. He blinked again, and Stella removed her cold hand from his face.
"Father Nightroad, you're awake." She said, letting out a sigh of relief.
"Yes, where are we?" Abel sat up.
Stella looked around. "We are…" she trailed off.
"Altitude: three hundred feet below surface level. Location: dungeon of large mass of stone, most likely as castle." Tres said stonically.
"What is it with bad guys and castles?" Stella asked, obviously venting her frustration. Abel stood up, the sudden movement making him sway. Stella turned and steadied him by placing a firm hand on his elbow. "Are you all right, Abel?"
Abel nodded. "Fine." He glanced outside the bars of their cell. So far it looked like they were in a stone prison, complete with different levels as far as the eye could see. If he concentrated and used the nanomachines, he could see miserable dark shapes huddled in the cells across from them. "Now, what's your idea of getting out?"
Footsteps echoed from somewhere out in the. Stella smiled grimly. "Here it comes."
Stella woke up in the small, dank cell. She blinked her eyes and sat up. Abel was in the middle of the room, still unconscious. Tres, however, was sprawled in a corner looking like a broken doll. The awful vacant look in his eyes didn't help either.
Still numb, Stella shuffled over to him. Putting her fingers where his temple would be, she willed the kinetic energy in her body to move faster. Minutes later, a blue bit of energy shot from her fingers and into Tres. She sat down, breathing heavily. The abuse of her systems had taken a lot out of her.
"Miss Stella Iceheart, status report. Your skin is thirty degrees colder than that of the healthy being."
Stella closed her eyes and rested her head against the uneven stones. "I'm fine Tres, I just need to wake up a bit." It was true. Being half dead for four hours can really take it out of you.
As Tres recharged, Stella listened to a pair of boots' walking echoing off the stones. She heard the high-pitched squeal of the bars being slid back, just as she expected. What she did not expect was what came next.
AAAAAHHHHHH!!!
The blood-curdling scream echoed and repeated itself many times. Stella blinked back tears from the pain and the pity for that poor wretch that made that noise. He heart absolutely broke at the next words.
"Please…" It was a woman's voice. "Please, no. Don't take me. Don't take me…." Her words were sobs now. "Please I'll give you anything! I'll do anything…." The woman seemed to choke on her own words. "Any… (sob) thin…(sob) hing" (lots of sobbing)
"Quiet, Terran." Came a cold voice. Then came the sickening squelch as a solid object hit flesh.
"Mama! Mama!" cried a child no older than three.
"Mama, get us out!" cried another.
"Get up, human." Stella could see them now. They were two stories above them and one cell across. The woman was hauled roughly to her feet and dragged, kicking and screaming down the hall. The worst of it, though, were the children's heart-wrenching cries and their small hands reached between the bars, as if they could pull their fast-disappearing mother back to them.
"Mama! Don't forget me!"
"Wait up, Mama."
"Let us out! We need to get to our Mama!"
"Don't you love us anymore, Mama?"
"Come back, Mama!"
Stella tried her best to block them out; it was an hour until they were totally silent. Stella assumed they had fallen into a sleep. Stella buried her head in her arms, which rested on her bent legs. Tres came over to her to ask what was wrong, but instead, she threw her arms around him and cried on his shoulder. She knew it would do no good, but she cried herself to sleep anyway. However, she could have sworn she felt a pat on her head as she drifted away into her fevered dreams.
When she awoke, she turned her stiff neck to find Abel was still unconscious. She worriedly crawled over to him. Her fingers felt like blocks of heavy cold steel. That's what you get for killing yourself, giving someone an electronic shot, and then falling asleep! And the annoying voice returns. Damn right. Now, wake up Abel!
"Father Nightroad, Father Nightroad. You must wake up now." She said, shaking his shoulders gently.
When this did not work Stella thought for a moment, then looked at her own cold hands. They were hurting and cold, but she knew that that was just the result of them coming back to life. Acting on a whim, she placed her fingers on the side of his face and willed a little bit of the pain to him. Not enough for him to actually feel it, but enough to get his brain to send some signals.
He opened his eyes and after being greeter, asked where they were. Tres helped Stella explain their predicament and after her outburst about bad guys and castles, Stella stood. She had heard a door open.
"Now, what is your idea of getting out?" asked Abel.
Stella heard the echoing footsteps before anyone else. She knew that the footsteps were coming for them, she just knew it. They seemed louder and as they grew closer, Stella's heart sank more and more, knowing that they were coming to get them. (A/N: Imagine yourself in an emergency waiting room, and the doctor comes out of surgery and you just know that he is coming to tell you that someone you love just died.) Shut up. What? What's with this scariness all of the sudden? What happed to the fearless Titan that was built to hunt Crusnicks, the toughest thing out there? You're right. I will do this. I am a Titan, damn it.
Everyone could hear the footsteps now. "Here it comes."
A/N: all right, who's ready for action? Who's ready for saving all those people? Who's ready to finally find out what is going on? We, you'll just have to wait until the next update.