A/N: Ah, the chapter I've been waiting to write! *rubs hand together evilly* Now, let us begin!
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The Perfect Being
Mirana ran down the hallway, following the medical cart carrying the last remains of the fifth element inside.
She said to the doctor pushing the cart, "Is it alright? Can it still be saved?"
The doctor turned to her, and said, "You'll just have to wait. All we found from the wreckage was an arm, so we can't say how the procedure is going to go. We might be able so save it, and we might not. You'll just have to wait and see, like the rest of us."
Mirana said hurriedly, "Well, the Oraculum says that if we can't save the fifth element, our world is doomed!"
The doctor rolled his eyes, and said, "We'll try the best we can."
Mirana walked into the chamber where the procedure was going to take place, and stood nervously next to the doctor.
The technicians placed the arm in the center of the module in the center of the room, and walked behind the console with Mirana and the doctor.
The doctor smiled, and said, "Now, Your Majesty, this is the fun part."
He pressed a large button on the control panel, and two large robotic arms dropped from the ceiling, and started attaching small pieces of bone marrow and muscle onto the arm.
Mirana gasped, and saw that the machine was slowly rebuilding the fifth element from the DNA from the arm.
The doctor pressed a button that lowered a screen in front of the module, and said, "We're attaching the skin. I'm told this part is usually a little private."
Mirana nodded, and watched as the robotic arms moved behind the screen.
The doctor said, "And now for the bandages."
The robotic arms attached some bandages to the being inside the module, then the screen raised away, revealing-
"The fifth element is a woman?"
Mirana gasped, and said, "Well, yes!"
The being inside was thin, and extremely pale, and had a head covered in frizzy, blonde hair.
The doctor smiled in awe, and pressed a button, then said, "We just need a couple of pictures for the records."
A small camera flashed inside the module, and the woman inside jumped.
Her eyes flew open, revealing brown, intelligent orbs that took in every detail of her surroundings.
She screamed, and threw herself against the other side of the module away from the camera.
She pressed her hands against the glass, and started babbling rapidly in a language no-one understood.
Mirana said, "How are we going to get her out of there?"
The doctor frowned, and said, "No ide-"
But he was cut off by a loud crashing sound.
The woman inside the module had broken through the glass, and pressed the control to open the doors.
She leaped out of her glass prison, and was automatically surrounded by a legion of guards.
She glared, and simply ran through the wall in nothing but her bandages.
Mirana screamed, "She's getting away!"
In the tunnels, the fifth element looked around herself, and used her superior senses of hearing to hear the guards coming from the other side.
She scrambled through the tunnels to the opening, and flinched as the bright sunlight hit her in the face.
She heard them coming for her, and scrambled out of the tunnel onto the side of the high building.
A loud rushing noise filled her ears, and she looked down.
The ground was nowhere. Many cars and strange flying machines rushed through the air below, above, in front, everywhere.
She squinted, and started walking on the ledge jutting from the side of the building.
Suddenly, one of the large machines started hovering in front of her, and she heard the people inside start yelling something at her in the mindless gibberish that everyone here seemed to speak.
She just held her hands in front of her face as they took a quick scan over her body, and when she saw they weren't going to help her, she jumped.
She leaped over the ledge, and started plummeting towards the incoming cars.
She saw a strange man with orange hair riding some sort of smaller contraption, so she expertly steered her fall towards him.
Tarrant muttered under his breath, "I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late-"
When suddenly a large jerk shook his motorcycle, and Tarrant nearly fell off.
He turned around, and saw a beautiful, thin, blonde woman hanging onto the back of his motorcycle, dressed in nothing but a small collection of bandages.
He fought the urge to laugh, and offered her a hand to get up.
She smiled, and grabbed it, hoisting herself up strongly onto the seat behind him.
Tarrant offered her a smile, and steered them into a nearby port.
Once he had come completely to a stop, he turned around, and asked the woman in his heavy, nervous lisp, "What's the matter?"
The woman frowned, and started babbling in her language.
Tarrant thought for a second, then said, "I'm sorry, I can't understand you."
The woman looked at the small sticker on the side of one of the buildings, and read carefully in her soft voice, "P-Please h-help."
Tarrant frowned, and said, "Are you running away from something?"
She heard the loud sirens from far away, then repeated, "P-Please."
Tarrant thought it over for a split second, then said, "Hold on."
The woman smiled, and latched her thin arms around Tarrant's waist as he sped away from the approaching sirens.
They ducked and weaved through the oncoming traffic, and dodged a large sign protruding from the side of a building, and the thin woman on the back of his motorcycle cheered and screamed as they sped through the city.
Tarrant smiled as the woman cheered him on in her indistinguishable gibberish, but yelled, "Hold on!" as he slipped the motorcycle through an impossibly thin crack between two buildings that the police vehicles couldn't hope to follow.
Tarrant flew the motorcycle back to the safest place he knew; his parking garage.
But the woman on the back protested, and finally said in an attempt to be understood, "Absolem."
Tarrant frowned, and said, "Absolem?"
The woman smiled, and nodded excitedly, repeating, "Absolem!"
Tarrant rolled his eyes, and said, "Come on."
Tarrant flew up to a large blue building with the woman clinging onto the back.
He turned to her, and said, "Are you sure this is the right place?"
To which the woman gave him a look that just bled, "Really?"
Tarrant opened the door, and gestured, "After you."
The woman smiled, and said something in her language that for her meant, "Thank you so much for your help," but to Tarrant meant "Helytokem rewintimim forwariniddit shu!"
She walked inside, and looked around for a small bit before she turned to Tarrant, and said almost sleepily, "Gorwendotem karwinmeotem harlotomer quintiliam."
And with that, she collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.
Tarrant let out a small scream, and caught her before she could hit the ground.
And at that most awkward moment, the door in front of them swing open.
A short man with vibrant red hair carrying a small pillow stood eyeing Tarrant oddly.
Tarrant said, "She said she needed your help."
The red-haired man said hurriedly, "Oh no, she doesn't need my help, I'm just Hamish. No, she needs the help of Absolem."
He gestured to the small blue caterpillar sitting on the pillow.
The caterpillar said, "Where did you find her?"
Tarrant said in a heavy lisp, "She fell onto the back of my motorcycle."
The caterpillar, who apparently was Absolem, said, "Take her in here. She is very exhausted from her journey, and she needs to be informed of what she most do."
Tarrant said in a confused voice, "Wait, who is she?"
Hamish said in pure awe, "She's the fifth element; the perfect being."
Tarrant was about to follow them into the room, but Hamish stopped him, and said, "Absolem will take it from here. You need to go home."
Tarrant frowned as he slammed the door in his face, and said to himself, "Well, I'm getting kicked out of the club for this, for sure."
Tarrant walked into his apartment to find a dozen messages on his comm, all from Chessur.
He sighed, and deleted them all.
He collapsed on his bed, and gazed up at the ceiling, the face of the supposed fifth element fresh in his memory.
Her lovely voice still rang clear in his memory, and she smiled in his mind.
He sighed, and smiled at his ceiling, the plans for the perfect hat springing into his mind.
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter, because I did! :) I just hope it wasn't that short. :/