Disclaimer: I'm not creative enough to have come up with the idea for Escaflowne. I can only make it a heck of a lot better by writing fan fiction.
A/N: I'd like to thank Raekitty 13 and Kida Satsuki for their wonderful reviews. You guys rock. Keep them coming. No on to what is hopefully a very interesting chapter.
I don't know how long I cried for; it seemed like hours. The tears just wouldn't stop coming. No one came to see me not even the boy who had saved me, if that's what you can even call it. It was just me myself and I stuck in that horrible empty room alone, sad and depressed. At least the last room had had a bed to sleep in. This one had nothing but a little glass window, but I wasn't in the mood to look at scenery.
Eventually as the sky turned dark I drifted off to sleep. It wasn't very pleasant. I dreamed I was back at home, my mom and dad still together, still a loving family of three. We were on a family vacation at the beach. It was a nice sunny day out. My mom was sun bathing on a pink beach blanket. She looked like a model. Nice slim trim figure, curves, perfect flawless skin, blonde hair, big boobs that filled out the top, if that's what you could call it, of her pink polka dot bikini. There was a guy who was standing over her in a pair of dark blue swim trunks, washboard abs, perfect white teeth, the whole nine yards. This was my dad.
I walked over to them, catching snatches of their conversation. "Of course we can. Just give me a couple." She gave my dad a wink and rolled over onto her back so the sun could reach her already tanned front. My father looked down at her with a longing expression in his eyes.
My dad was impatient for whatever they were planning to do. "Come on," he teased crouching down by her head and rubbing her shoulders.
"Mommy, Daddy," I asked, wondering why I had come over hear again. Oh yeah I thought as the reason came back to me. "I have to go potty." I was only eight years old, just a little girl who wanted her mommy to take her to the bathroom.
Both of my parents looked up at me repulsed. "That's great honey," said my mom. "Now run along."
"But mommy," I whined, "I have to go potty really bad."
"Honey," she sounded really annoyed with me, but I didn't know why. "Can't you see that Daddy and I are busy?Just go run along and play ok. We'll take care of your problem later."
The dream changed. It wasn't a nice sunny day anymore. The sky was gray and cloudy, there was a fog coming off of the water, and the air went cold. I wasn't eight years old anymore either. I was sixteen again.
"There you are," came a cold hard voice from behind me. I turned to see Dilandau standing on the beach dressed in full armor. A chill ran through my spine. "You're a bad girl for running away like that." It was impossible to miss the blood lust in his eyes.
"Mommy," I squeaked. My voice was still that of a child's.
"Not now honey," she replied giving me a stern look. "Daddy and I are busy." She gave a small moan of pleasure. "A little higher Tim. That's it."
Dilandau started laughing. "How sweet." He drew his sword and charged at me. I let out a scream and threw my hands up in front of my face for protection. Waiting for the inevitable pain that never came.
My own screaming woke me up; my hands were coving my head. I was covered in sweat and my stomach felt sick. I wanted to through up, but I didn't. It was just a bad dream, that's all it was just a bad dream.
I spent the rest of my day laying on the floor staring at the metal sealing. What else was there to do? Every now and then I'd start sing quietly to myself one of the numerous songs that was always running through my head. No matter how long I was away from home, I could never forget my music. After a little while I said just screw it and started belting them out at what I considered a loud enough voice to wake the dead.
After my ninth song the door to the room sung opened and Allen, I think that was his name, my memory from yesterday was a little fuzzy, marched in flanked by a guard on each side. They seemed more like pirates than anything. He starred down at me with a cold expression on his face. I starred up at him form my spot on the floor with a wide grin on my face. Why not try to make a good impression I thought. Obviously it wasn't helping me. He said something in his weird language.
I frowned and made each syllable of my words long, slow, and drawn out. "I…don't…know…what…your…saying." I wonder if anyone had ever told him how much he looked like a girl? He really needed a haircut. Long and blonde went out ages ago.
He just looked that much anger with me. "Bent u die met Zaibach werken? (Are you working with the Zaibach?)"
Fine if that's how he wanted to play, lets play. "Has anyone ever told you ya look like a girl? And not a very pretty one either, get a haircut."
"Bent u die met Zaibach werken? (Are you working with the Zaibach?)"
Yep, definitely angry, I thought. Oh well. I just smiled up at him. If he wasn't going to talk in a language I couldn't understand, then screw it.
He made a hand gesture to his men. "Ga. (Let's go)" The three of them departed. I smiled to myself, until the ship gave a lurch and my stomach turned, a horrible reminder of my dream. What the frick were they doing I wondered.
Getting up I moved to the window. What I saw out there almost made me scream out in horror. There, flying a few feet back behind the ship, whose those big metal robots from that other floating fortress ship. There were only two of them, but each one had this big metal object in their hands. The robot on the left threw it into the air, and it exploded, not a big explosion, but enough to make me wonder what they were caring.
The other robot flew up to the ship and attached the thing it was holding to the ship. Then both of them turned tail and flew as fast as they could away. I looked out the window and starred at the metal object that was no attached just inches from my window.
A thought crossed my mind. What if it was a bomb? Ok it was a dumb and stupid thought. I mean a bomb, come on. Why the hell would they attach a bomb to this ship? No it just couldn't be.
But in the back of my mind I remembered all those dead guards I saw on the floor of that other ship, and that other robot had had the same thing, and it had blown up. "Oh god," I whispered.
I ran to the door. Locked again, stupid idiot moron guards. What the hell was their problem, doing their job? Why couldn't they be drunk or something? You know I always heard nice things about getting high.
Then I felt it again. My whole body just went numb, only this time it was worse than before. I felt like I was going to be sick again. God I hated that feeling. Then it was just gone, and the door pushed open at my touch, freaky.
I sprinted down the hall till I came to another door. It was a bathroom. Well I did have to go. Why die having to pea? After that was taken care of, it was back to sprinting and looking for someone. You think a ship this size would take a lot of people to run it, but no, no one.
I sprinted down the next hall and took a right. As I turned the corner I looked back because I thought I heard someone. Instead I should have been paying attention to what was in front of me. I didn't realized until I collided with a body and made us both fall flat on our faces that someone was in front of me.
I looked up to see who it was that I hit. "Oh," I muttered a little embarrassed. Then remembering what I was even doing running around this place. "Van," I yelled at the top of my lungs.
For a moment he looked shocked that I knew his name, and confusion on why I was knocking people down. "You have to come with me," I announced getting up and trying to pull him back to my room. "This whole place is going to blow up."
But he wouldn't move an inch. "Come on," I urged pulling at his arm harder. "This whole place is going to blow. There's a bomb attached to the ship!" My voice cracked a little higher as I said the last few words. That's when I remembered our language barrier, and the fact that if we went back to my room we would be the first to die. It was time to try my excellent miming abilities again. Dropping his arm I pointed to the ship, then using some brilliant sound effects mimed an explosion. But he just looked at me like I belonged in a mental institution. I grabbed his arm and tried pulling him again back to my room. If I didn't show someone that thing, it didn't matter where we were. We were still going to die.
"Van," came another voice as the man named Allen turned the corner. He didn't look very happy to see me. "Wat gaat hier op? (What is going on here?)"
"Ik weet niet het, (I don't know)" replied Van. He looked from me to Allen. "Ik denk zij probeert om ons iets te vertellen. Ik was op mijn manier om Merle te zien toen zij enkel me tegenkwam. (I think she's trying to tell us something. I was on my way to see Merle when she just ran into me.)"
"Van, u kunt niet uw emoties laten het beste van u krijgen. Zij werd gevonden op een schip Zaibach. Zij zou gevaarlijk kunnen zijn. Herinner wat zij aan uw koninkrijk deden. Wilt u werkelijk dat opnieuw gebeuren? u? (Van, you can't let your emotions get the best of you. She was found on a Zaibach ship. She could be dangerous. Remember what they did to your kingdom. Do you really want that to happen again? Do you?)"
"Nr. (No.)" There was a loud explosion from somewhere down the hall, and the ship gave a lurch to one side, slamming the three of us against the wall. There was another loud explosion, and me being a person that jumps at the slightest sound, screamed so loud that I was surprised that our ears didn't start bleeding right then and there.
Not three seconds later another man came running down the hall. "Bevelhebber, twee van de motoren zijn opgeblazen - omhoog geweest! (Commander, two of the engines have been blown up!" he said in a hurried nervous voice.
"Heb Ort nu nemen ons onderaan! (Have Ort take us down now!) Allen ordered the man. He took off down the hall with Allen right behind him. Van gave me one look before he grabbed my arm and hulled the two of us after Allen and the other guy.
We ended up in the control room with people running all around. They were mostly guys, really ugly ones too. There was also another girl standing there with us. She had on one of those schoolgirl uniforms complete with skirt on. She was so lucky. I always wanted to own one of those uniforms. They are so cute. Also to my shock and horror, which must have been written all over my face because she stuck her tongue out at me. But that's not what I was so freaked about. What freaked me out was that the girl was part cat. She was part cat with pointy ears, fur, a tail and everything! If the whole bomb problem wasn't enough, the whole cat girl thing looking annoyed was.
"Steun zelf, (Brace yourself,)" shouted Allen. Everyone grabbed on to something stationary, except me. The girl in the school uniform pulled me beside her and placed my hands firmly on the railing in front of us.
Why the heck were we doing this I wondered. Then the ship hit the ground, hard. There was a loud grinding noise as we made contact. We were all lurched forward as the ship slid to a halt. My stomach was still left back were we had landed. Today just wasn't my day.
After making sure everyone was ok, we all filed out of the ship to check the damage. It was night out; we were in the middle of a forest. There was a skid mark from our landing at least thirty feet long with torn down trees scattered around and in it. The thing was still smocking too. The ship's back half was all scraped up and covered in dirt, and there where two big wholes in it's side.
"Het heeft geruïneerd, (It's ruined,)" said Allen shaking is head a depressed look on his face.
A man came running around from the other side of the ship. "Keer terug, zij staat te blazen op het punt! (Get back, she's about to blow!)"
Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the trees. We barely made it three steppes when there was a loud blast from behind us where the ship was. I felt the heat and the dirt hit my back, and heard the flying pieces of debris hit the ground. If I wasn't shaking before I was now.
Something in the trees caught my eye. The branches moved but there wasn't any wind. No animals or anything to make them move. No one else seemed to notice. They were too intent on what was left of the ship. There faces etched with shock and or horror at what almost happened to them.
I took a step forward to get a better look at the tree line. Someone grabbed my shoulder. "Nr. (No)" It was Allen. I shrugged him off, and took another step forward squinting my eyes to see the unseen, but there was nothing there. My eyes swept the tree line once more before they fell on an unusual spot in the grass with a weird indent in it. It was almost like a shoe print. There was another one right beside it, and another one and another one.
That's when they appeared out of nowhere, those big giant robots from the other ship. They were just standing around us in a big circle so we couldn't get away. A high-pitched laugh erupted form the one in front of us as a chill ran down my spine. After what I had just been put through I wasn't to keen on dieing before I got home. At least that's what I wanted, whether it was going to happen or not was a whole different story.
A/N: Done, I don't like it as much as I should have. The beginning was the best part. Oh well. Next is the action, then on to the fluff. Hahaha. I love writing fluff, but if you don't want fluff you'd better review and tell me cause other wise it's getting put in here, and there's going to be a lot of it.