Chapter 7: Day Before The End
A.N.: Hello everyone, before you start reading my fic, I would like to give a recommendation for 2 stories that have managed to catch even my attention. I thought if you guys like what I'm writing, then you would feel the same about what I like to read.
-Minekinds,
-TwoKinds: The Lone Ranger
Those two stories may be in their early beginnings, but they are both having my vote of confidence, so please, at least give them a look over.
(Samantha's P.O.V.)
Sighing lightly as I opened my eyes, I couldn't help but notice the fact that I was pressed up against Lyon's chest. I felt strange as I took into account that I was rather comfortable in his arms, but what I found strangest of all was how I couldn't move. It wasn't that I couldn't physically move, but I couldn't find it in myself to move away from Lyon's body, or move out from under his comforting grip. For some unknown motive, I found myself pulling him closer to me as I inhaled deeply, and I felt happy. For once in my life, I wasn't hiding from slave masters or Templar, and I wasn't in danger of receiving punishment for doing something wrong. I was actually being taken care of by this human, my human, and I felt a feeling that I hadn't felt for a long time; safety.
Smiling as that word echoed through my head, I let my mind focus solely on my thoughts, and Lyon's strong heartbeat. His scent clouded my mind as I lifted my muzzle from his chest, and slowly I lifted my face to see his own peaceful face still locked in slumber. Will he wake up if I try…? What if he does wake up…?
I don't care anymore… I used to wonder how other keidran could fall in love with their masters, but Lyon, he isn't my master. He hasn't done anything but be kind to me, and I can't remember a single time that he ever seemed remotely upset with me…
Smiling wider, I couldn't help but raise my muzzle, before gingerly pressing my muzzle against his lips. My action however, didn't go unnoticed. I felt Lyon's hands grip my shoulders, before I was on my back and pressed against the bed. When he had first placed his hands on my shoulders, my eyes had snapped open, and as I looked up and into his gaze, I felt my face burning through my cheeks. While Lyon's own eyes were closed, I could already see the disappointment in his facial features. While he didn't say anything, I felt his hands move off of my shoulders, before he lowered himself down and whispered into my ear, "I know you are awake, so I know that kiss wasn't accidental. If you are to sleep in my bed, then you are also not to kiss me…"
Even though he was practically scolding me, I couldn't help but inhale deeply as his scent permeated my senses. The fact that I was enjoying this as much as I was made my blush heat up even more, but I opened my eyes, and saw him looking down at me with a tired look. I smiled sheepishly as he closed his eyes, but he was soon off of the bed, but I found it strange that I was in his grip as he walked towards his bathroom. "Uh… L-Lyon… why are we going there?"
He looked over me and towards a part of his bathroom, and when I followed his gaze, I felt my heart beat faster as he said, "We both need to bathe…"
I felt my face heat up even more if that was even possible, and it felt my eyes widen as well as he continued to walk closer to it. Does he really intend to take a bath with me? If he didn't like me giving him a kiss, then wouldn't taking a bath with me be even worse?
"But you will take yours first… don't give me that look, do you really think I was going to get in that tub with you?" Lyon asked as he sat me down on the rim of the tub, and I felt slightly abashed that he had figured out my thoughts quite so easily.
Looking up and into his eyes, I could only smile nervously as I felt my ears lie back and down, before I answered with a timid voice, "W-Well… when you said we, I thought that meant the both of us… to-gether…"
I swallowed thickly as my heart did a flip in my throat, but Lyon just shook his head before saying, "Well, I hate to disappoint you, but we aren't that close…" When he looked away, I couldn't stop my face from continuously burning, but I was able to get the embarrassment out of my mind… mostly. "If you need anything, I will be downstairs."
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(Lyon's P.O.V.)
Grabbing my last block of C4 and placing it on the window sill, I was now prepared for it those Templar came back. I only had so much of this plastic explosive, but I had enough to create a nice explosion that I was sure would tear through Templar shields, and I was willing to use all of it. Turning towards the field as I felt a sense of dread building in me, I knew it was only a matter of time and troops before they overran my home, as their shields were able to deflect the heavy rounds of LMG's without so much as a jostle in their defenses; it had only delayed them.
Standing up as I slung a rifle over my back, I walked towards my kitchen, and walked over to the microwave and popped it open, taking out a pair of microwavable dinners. The only reason these substitutes for a meal were even in my home was in case of an emergency, and right now they qualified for the situation. Taking them in my hands, I walked towards the foyer, before ascending the stairs so that Samantha and I could eat upstairs, in a somewhat safe environment.
Pushing open my door, I stepped in, and when I looked up, I froze where I stood, feeling a mixture of feelings suddenly flush through my mind. This was not something I had been expecting, nor would I have wished to happen ever, but now that I was in this situation, I felt like being in the thick of battle would be a godsend now. Averting my gaze forcefully, I coughed nervously, and I saw the embarrassed expression across Samantha's muzzle, but I blinked my eyes a little as I also saw the smirk, but I strictly kept my gaze neck up.
While my head was turned, I felt my hands beginning to shake, and I said, "I brought up some breakfast Sam… I will… eh… I will leave it right here for you."
Placing it on the top of an end table near the door, I turned my head and walked towards my dresser, keeping my eyes down as to give her a sense of privacy. Rummaging through my dresser, I quickly grabbed what I would need, before making my way towards, and then into, my bathroom. Shaking my head to try and think of something else, I started to undress so that I could take a speedy shower, and get on with the day.
(Rich's P.O.V.)
Looking at the screen that showed an aerial view of the town that I had received a call from not long ago, I couldn't help but whistle at the destruction I was looking at. I had a quarter of my force mobilizing, but I considered adding my air squad as well, but I didn't want to use too much funds, as I was limited to what my base could pay for at the moment. The town however, was burning, flames atop many of the buildings around the main roads into town, but what appeared to be the police officers perimeter lines had injured on it, and many dead near what must've once been the Police HQ.
I have a small army about to go in there, those men need reinforcements yesterday by the looks of this feed… but where are the attackers, and what kind of weapons were they using. And what is with the thermal blackout on that part of the forest?
Clicking a button near a mike, I leaned forward, and spoke, "Lieutenant, ready the fifth and seventh armored platoons, I want to get to that town, and fast."
"Right away General!" came a reply, and I leaned back, and I closed my eyes, reminiscing in the old days when Lyon and I had both been leading a squad each, but I didn't have time for flashbacks at what once was. Standing up, I made my way towards the door that would lead into the primary hallway, with a plan formulating in my mind, with what would hopefully be absolutely no casualties…
(Murphy's P.O.V.)
Grabbing a spare magazine, I held the gun up, and began to fire the handgun that I had acquired from a store at the leading men of the enemy line. I cursed as each round bounced off harmlessly over what must've been some kind of energy force field, as farfetched as that seemed. I ducked as a large blue bolt of electricity zapped the fortifications I was hiding behind, and as I felt my hair stand on end; it seemed the very air began to vibrate as a blue glow began to ebb around me, before it was cut off, and I saw a large fire bolt soaring over the wall, and strike a glass window; showering some men with liquid and burning glass.
Looking over the rubber wall of tires I was taking cover behind, I sighted in one the one holding his hand out, and let loose a few rounds. The bullets didn't encounter any force field like blue shield, but I watched as the bullets created sparks on his armor, before he clutched his neck.
I smiled in a grim sort of satisfaction as he dropped to his knees, but I quickly ducked behind cover as bolts of lighting and swirling fires of death blasted towards me from his comrades. I got as close to the ground as I could as one of the tires caught fire, but they didn't ease up until men closer to the opposite side of the street began to fire their assault rifles at them, and I heard a pair of shouts from over the barricade as I reloaded a fresh magazine into the handgun.
Looking over as what appeared to be an electrified ice shard blasted through a wall, barely missing my saviors, I popped over cover again, and began to shoot pinpricks of bullets at the slowly retreating force. There were apparently two dead and four injured that they were forming a shield around as they carried their bodies out of the battle torn streets. I turned around in time to hear a clanging sound, and what I saw made my throat tighten as I shouted out as loud as I could, "The East Street has been compromised!"
Turning the pistol towards the attacked who took his sword away from the SWAT members' rifle, I fired the last of my bullets into the side of his helmet, and watched as two holes punctured his helmet. The SWAT member didn't turn towards me, as I watched a long streak of lightning blast straight through his chest. As a last act of defiance, he raised his gun, and I watched in horror as more lighting struck his already damaged body, but he fired his rifle towards the unseen enemy… until he fell.
Getting to my feet, I ran towards his fallen corpse, but I reached him just as a wall of lead decimated flew over my head. I ducked as I heard shouts of pain, and when the men on West Street stopped firing their weapons, I looked over the fortifications to see a solitary man lying in the center of the street, but his armor looked more intricate than the others, and I noticed the broken lamp-posts and shattered lights. Why is it the power hasn't… it's out of town again… we can't cut off the power without deserting the town or leaving it under defended!
Cursing as I hit the ground, I quickly grabbed the fallen member of the SWAT team and dragged him behind the edge of the building and on the main street, before moving back and collecting his rifle for personal use. I didn't like the thought of just using his rifle, but if I didn't, then more would die, and it would offer significantly more firepower than the handgun I was using. Turning and looking down the street I was ordered to defend, I saw a miniature sun coming straight towards me.
Letting instincts take over, I hit the deck as a wave of heat passed over me, and I watched as the fireball crashed into a lamp post, melting most of the metal, but not enough to cause it to collapse. Getting back up and rushing towards the defenses, I moved over to a section that had barbed wire and stood up more, and began to fire in short controlled bursts at the retreated men. They were just now reaching the forest edge, and as they did, that was when I noticed the bullets endlessly coming from the forest and staining the blue and black smoke filled sky with red and yellow streaks. It had been like that since the town had come under siege, and the constant gunfire was making me fear what Lyon himself was fighting.
The gunfire in the down began to die down, until there wasn't anymore, in the war torn streets that was. As everyone began to collect themselves for yet another assault, it was then that the gunfire coming from the forest began to tapper out.
It wasn't until the gunfire ceased entirely that I grew more than worried, and the now dead silent air began to creep into the bones of everyone, even the hardened SWAT members themselves. Somehow though, I knew Lyon was still alive, but it wasn't until the ground shook, and a ball of fire erupted from the forest did I feel a chill in my body; and that was before the shockwave of what must've been a huge explosion hit the town…
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(Lyon's P.O.V.)
As soon as I was flung the last piece of explosive I had out the door, which was a large keg of propane, I ran inside, and grabbed Samantha and tore her away from the turret as I pressed a button on the remote in my hand. It was a timer delay, of only a few seconds, but with how much explosives I had just thrown out there and I had placed before the Templar had arrived, it was going to be everything but small.
Diving to the ground as my gut gave a mighty heave, I knew the time was up as a white flash blinded me from outside my windows, and I covered Samantha the best I could as heat rolled through my home. The ground shook violently as I heard bullets piercing my doors and shattering glass all around my home. I had rigged a few magazines up as claymores with the few grenades I had after my shower, but I hadn't gotten to place them, so I had to throw them like Frisbee's from the second floor balcony.
Hell, it never ends!
Jumping back to my feet as the sound of Magic explosions rocking my house once again, I ran to the turret I had been using, before using the half empty water bottle to douse the barrel in the cooling liquid, causing steam to roil up and towards my ceiling, before I pulled the action back, and began to unload more bullets into the dazed Templar. It seemed Samantha knew what to do, as I heard a smaller caliber gun start firing at them, and it wasn't until two and a half dozen lay either dead or dying on the ground that the more experienced soldiers snapped shields into place. The amount of space that a half dozen Templar were covering with whatever spells they were using was weakening them greatly; evident from the shaking, and falling to their knee's that happened to a few.
How many god-damned men to THEY HAVE!?
More Templar poured from the forest, and I watched that they instead began to use what must've been teleportation spells around the wounded, and they were disappearing in pairs, the threes, and in that last instance, a single wounded. The ground was blackened where the Templar main explosion had been, and there were also a few bodies lying near the epicenter of the crater that had been created.
Whatever the amount, I will continue to fight!
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(Aldor's P.O.V.)
I watched in dismay as many of the men I had been granted were too injured to fight anymore, and I looked over and saw the struggling warriors of my small force were beginning to dwindle. Stepping forth to aid the final retreat of my men for this day, I planned on ending this fight tomorrow. Throwing mana crystals down on the ground around me, I began to feel the small amount of energy I had left from the town intermingle with the amount from the crystals, and I raised a sparkling blue shield from the ground, and said in a much louder voice, "Retreat to the camp!"
I watched as many of the men began to teleport back to the camp, all except one, who suddenly fell back as a black orb left his palm, and headed straight for the house of the defiant one. My eyes widened as I watched the orb pulse, before it exploded cut a large hole in the front of the house, and it seemed to dissipate the longer it lasted, until it just winked out of existence.
Fascinating… what we haven't been able to do for two days, that man killed himself to do with the black magic…
Using this time to warp myself out of harm's way as I saw the defiants' weapons spit metal at me, I was planning on figuring out how to acquire more lighting energy…
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A.N.: I know this isn't more than 4k words how I had promised, but I had to cut off right here so that the next chapter can start off flawlessly. I hope this amount was at least acceptable in the action section. If nobody has noticed yet, I kinda am rushing to finish this story, because I want to be done with the TK archive for now…
GrimlockX4: It would be pretty sick and sweet to see the Templar face a tank almost right away as soon as they come from the portal… but no, I might add a BTR to the reinforcements from General Rich, but I was planning mostly on it being Humvee's and trucks.
3-D Jak: Then thanks for recommending this fic, because now, you get to enjoy what I write, along with everything else that I can come up with for this story, which I must say is an interesting amount.
MatureDeath: Dude, I looked up what Mi-6 was after your reply… and I think I had been down the street from their headquarters when I had been in Europe xD
K.S. Reynard: I have hit a severe case of Gumption then for this story, and it started with chapter 2 actually, but I have been just powering through the best I could… for example, I got this chapter done in a few hours, though it wasn't easy, as my mind was on another story the entire time; I kept writing the wrong names. And as for the second part of your review, I must say that it is an interesting thought to have a wolf Keidran nuzzle up to you, as I absolutely adore wolves, but I still fear them… though Samantha isn't quite a wolf like the ones in our world...
RoWnAnNiEuWoUdT1: Fighting the army won't be as hard as it is for them fighting a small force of police officers, so yes, they are in for a fight of their lifetimes, or those that manage to live through the next onslaught for when it should begin… just them being the ones holding the short end of the stick that time…
japsx: Heh, haven't you ever read or heard about the sappy love stories where love always overcomes nearly impossible obstacles, well, this is one of those times, though I can't say it would happen in reality, as most the time somehow the two people are incompatible… even if in this case that is true for more than one side of the party…
Guest: well, at least now you know I did truly mean the comic… I am also writing a fic for that comic as well.