Soul Calibur's character does not belong to me but to Namco... I'm only doing this for the fun of it.

Thank you so much for supporting my story after all this time. I really appreciate it!
I'm apologize for my long absence, but I have dealt with quite some personal things among the university and moving to my own place. I hope you'll like this chapter though.

Please review, so I know what I can do better next time :)
At some point when it's finish I'll rewrite it so it has a better and completed plot.

Chapter 8 - A call of Life and Death

Talim glanced feverish around her for a way out but there were none. She was trapped.
She fumbled after her blades - and found her waist naked. She cursed under her breath: why did she have to be so careless? She should have known better than to wander straight into the Lion's cave without any help and completely unable to defend herself. Her curiosity had once again brought her into trouble - this time one she wasn't sure to get out of so easily.
Her hand met a bulge, which was in her right pocket - her cell phone! Of course! Talim was about to smile in relief, but came on better thoughts and put on an expressionless look instead. They had to be kept in complete ignorance if she wanted this to succeed. She just had to hope that the phone could reach a signal strong enough to get through.
"Immortals? How is that even possible?" Talim asked directed at Zarsalamel. Goosebumps erupted on her skin as she held eye contact with him. His golden eyes gleamed with an evilness that she had never seen before.
However it was Tira with her hoarse and poisonous voice who answered: "By serving Soul Edge, of course!"

Talim shook her head in disbelief: "No, it can't be true. It's nothing more than an amazing legend." She knew that it was quite the opposite but it was the only way she could think of to remove their attention from her person to be about what she said.
She let her right arm fall down her side in a defeated manner, however in reality her fingers found the buttons through the tight fabric. She might live in a technologically century of gadgets but she had always preferred an old fashion model to the smart phones for its simplicity and could now see herself lucky to have made such a terrific choice in a situation like this one. Kilik had been given the fast dial code 3 while she was here but it still took some time to push the right button at last.

Tira's purple eyes rested on her face for a long moment before giving a chuckle full of malice "Oh but dear," she moved closer to Talim, making her back further towards the wall with the office equipment. For a moment she thought she could hear the phone get on the line. "Haven't you been taught in school that every legend held some truth in them? This one being that Soul Edge soon will be at its glory again with Zarsalamel and me to gain souls for it."

While Tira had been talking, Talim seemed to have heard the familiar click when someone picks up the phone. The receiver had obviously recognised the grave context of the situation and didn't say anything. She shifted a little so the phone were closer to the source of voices.

"If I understand you correctly then the whole purpose of the contest was to gather everyone whom have some kind of connection to the heroes in the Legend and let them kill each other?" The jigsaw to this mystery was slowly evolving to a bigger picture in her head. She however still needed some pieces.

Tira's gruesome smile grew wider as if she was impressed. Zarsalamel however looked down upon her like she was some sort of vermin. She probably was in his world, she noted drily to herself. He hadn't spoken for a while, leaving it all to Tira, but he was taking control yet again.
" You're correct, except for one crucial thing."

Talim moved uncomfortable: "What is that?" She was sure she wouldn't like the next to come and acknowledge that it had been for the same reason that he made such a great deal out of it.

"Our intention was only to incapacitate you and let Soul Edge do the rest. Can you imagine how much power it will get when it drains the long lineage of many heroes and heroines from energy? It would become unstoppable - yes, almost invincible even!"

"That's... That's why you collected the information about us!" Talim said, feeling how her world froze around her. " It's beyond evil - It's madness! You're both mad!"

Tira laughed malicious. "We take it as a compliment! But we have some errands to do, so we unfortunately have to leave you here. You know too much." While she spoke, she went towards the door and stepped out. Zarsalamel was already standing outside in the monitor room where Talim for a second could see that the fight was over - and had probably been for a while - as Cassandra and Raphael was helping a devastated Xianghua and Hong Yun-Seong off the battle arena. They were in good hands now.
Talims focus returned to her own situation when she heard the sound of Tira pressing the buttons on the security panel.
The frozen feeling was being replaced by some other emotion - panic. Talim ran towards the door as it was closing. "No! You can't do this! You simply can't!"
She didn't get an answer. It was sealed.
The realization of this, made her kick and hammer on the thick metal door with her fists and knees but it had none effect whatsoever. "LET ME OUT!".

The truth was not that she wouldn't give in but the fact that she had been painfully claustrophobic ever since an elevator incident in her childhood. She had been with her mother out shopping when the electricity in the elevator went out and they were first rescued about an hour later. The phobia had taken over her senses. She kept on going until her knuckles and knees felt bruised, completely losing track of time.

Eventually she stopped when she began to get cut short of air. She slipped down the metal door and landed on the floor with a soft bump.
Talim looked around her in defeat for a way to come out but there were no ventilation shaft. It was obvious necessary to have the door open one stayed in here. It was apparently a very badly skilled architect who had designed this base.

"Talim? Are you there?" a familiar voices scratched from her pocket. Pockets can't speak, her dizzy mind concluded but from a last effort of her energy made her realized that she still was in contact with Kilik.

She took her cell phone out, pressing it to her ear as the connection was rather bad. "I'm still here. But not for long." her voice hoarse from screaming.

"What do you mean? Where are you?!" Did she imagine the concern in his voice? She was not sure anymore whether she was dreaming or not. It didn't really matter.

"I'm... at the headquarters... they locked me away. In the archive. Find the security panels... Use... the... swords... from... legend," Her stock of air was almost used and it was getting harder to stay awake. The phone slipped out of her hand as she collided on the cold concrete floor.

"Talim! TALIM!"

Continues...

A/N I have been trapped in a glass elevator at my local train station where it took them about an hour to get us out - I got the inner doors open by a little so we could get some air. The most ironically was the fact that people just passed by, completely ignoring us - two friends of mine and a lady with a baby - She blamed us for doing it. Not fun as we was between 16 and 18. I was 18. Why should we play with the buttons?

I have been reminded recently of this story by playing SC V - and recently SC IV. We are soon through with the story. I imagine the final show down in chapter 9 and an epilogue in chapter 10.

I have also been thinking of rewriting the first chapters, as first chapter is e.g. extremely short. I'll also try to get more details in. Perhaps adding some chapters if it seems fit. But let's take it one at a time.