Suzaku strides down a hallway.
He realizes his predicament. Nunnally follows close behind.
"Suzaku, hurry. We need to get put of here before they can regroup."
"Don't worry, no one can hurt us. Not anymore."
"What are you talking about? Have you gone insane?"
"No. I've just been shown the truth."
Suzaku recedes back into his thoughts.
A hiss from the darkness chants "Nothing is strange, nothing's unusual."
Neither Suzaku nor Nunnally notice it. After all, nothing unusual is going on.
Lelouch had said that the Geass is a form of wish. Well, escaping is a wish. He still wasn't sure how, Lelouch had had to make a contract with her-
"Suzaku! What is with you?"
"I have somehow been granted a Geass power. I made no contract that I know of, yet I can see it."
Nunnally is visibly frustrated with the half answers, but Suzaku doesn't look around. He keeps his head pointed forward and marches at a fast clip.
"What kind of power? Can you do what my brother did?"
Suzaku takes a sharp breath. He keeps forgetting that Nunnally had held Lelouch as he died, and was his motivation for living.
Will this accursed power never cease to cause pain?
"Nothing is strange. Nothing's unusual."
In a much gentler voice then earlier he says "No, not like that. I seem to have the ability to see the future."
"See the...?"
"Kind of. I seem to know when someone decides to harm me, and exactly what manner they decide to do it in." For the millionth time, Suzaku wished Lelouch would just wind up somewhere so he could be interrogated.
Suzaku has way to many questions to ask from someone who's dead.
"Nothing is strange. Nothing's unusual."
o-o-o-o
"All right?"
"Is that... Will that happen every time?"
"As far as I know, there is no way to stop it."
The boy spits of to the side. Blood mixes with saliva, and a small chunk of his tongue that was bitten off in his throws of agony lies in the center of the mess.
"Elliot needs to die sooner rather than later. Set up the recording equipment."
If anyone could see his eyes, they would have decided to kill themselves rather than tell him otherwise.
o-o-o-o
Nunnally strode a few paces behind Suzaku for a while. For some reason, there hadn't been any guards. They didn't seem to be getting anywhere fast.
"Do you get the feeling that we're just going in circles, Nunnally?"
"Nothing is strange. Nothing's un-"
If either of them could hear it, they would have heard the words fade into silence.
"No, but we're not really getting anywhere either, are we?"
Suzaku ponders this for a few seconds. They turn along the hallway and to both of their dismay, they had come right back to where they had started, to their cell.
"Nevermind. We've been going in circles." Nunnally slumps her shoulders.
"Not quite."
Suzaku already had something in his hands, ready to attack whoever is directly behind them.
The man with the lie detector Geass and a man with an even bigger Cheshire-cat grin stand right behind them. The other man slowly loses his grin, and his eyes close.
"How did you like my friend's Geass? The power to instill hallucinations is very convenient for containing prisoners, don't you think?"
Suzaku bunches his muscles up and gets ready to spring at the man.
Suzaku then begins one of the most heroic fights he had ever fought, twisting and turning, dodging the impossible, killing the bad guys.
All Nunnally sees is Suzaku suddenly relax, and the second man opens his eyes back up and is grin comes back.
Suzaku was back in his delusion.
The man with the grin turns to the lie detector. "Oy, Max. Why don'cha take care of 'er while I got this 'tard busy?"
The lie detector (er, Max I guess) responds by turning to Nunnally and grabbing at his side for a gun.
"No! Go away you horrible man!" Nunnally quickly squats down and scoops up a rock which is thrown with alarming accuracy towards Max's forehead.
He dodges the small missile, and draws his weapon. Instead of aiming it at Nunnally, he aims it at Suzaku, still in his trance. He is still facing Nunnally though, and asks her a question.
"What will you do to save this man's life?" his face is well on its way to have a grin as big as the Cheshire's.
In a fit of desperation, Nunnally replies "Anything."
o-o-o-o
Kallen, inside her Guren, is currently destroying a large mall filled with innocent people. The screams can be heard a long ways away.
This is what an out of control Kallen looks like.
Let's rewind a bit.
Kallen is searching for Zero, predictably. She's currently looking in southern Italy, or what would be Italy if it had been allow to form. She had brought along her Guren under cover as a display model just in case something happened while she was there.
Obviously, it did.
The Geass order had sprung a trap on her, almost literally yanking her upside down by the ankle. She had been exploring a warehouse that was rumored to be a place where she could find the Geass order. There was nothing to be found, so Kallen had tried to leave when a coil of rope snapped around her ankle and pulled her off her feet. On later reflection, Kallen relized that all the information leading here was set up by the order to lure her. Of course, they also made a grievous mistake. They had sent too few people. Of course, thirty big men normally would have held someone of her stature, but Kallen isnt just anyone. She managed to fight her way out, evade her pursuers, and get to the mall where the Guren was on display. Once she made it into the cockpit, the screen on the inside turned on, and began replaying a message.
o-o-o-o
The crowd was having a blast taking pictures with the Guren. After all, it's not every day that a Knightmare frame would be on display, even if it was just a replica. Some old red christmas lights had been put onto it's cannon hand, giving it a funny, twinkling light that really didn't look anything like what the Guren's radiant wave surger actually produced. But to these folk, it was a sight to behold.
Imagine their surprise when they are informed indirectly that not only is the the real Guren, it's pilot had just climbed into the cockpit and was powering up!
This is surely a splendid day!
Phones started ringing, the media was alerted, and an even larger crowd had gathered by the time the message finished.
o-o-o-o
"Greetings Kallen. My name is not important, but the man you see on the screen's name is. He is Elliot, and he had a particular hand int he recent happenings." A smallish, delicate hand comes in to view holding a pistol, pointing at a man with a burlap bag over his head. Kallen briefly wonders if this is the speaker's hand, before deciding that the hand belongs to a woman. "he has many crimes he must pay for, but there is a particular one I think you care about. He gave Zero the plans that led to his death." The woman pulls down the lever on the back of the gun, reading it to be fired. "You have two options. If you wish to spare this man's life, perhaps for questioning, then you must move to the exit of the mall, and send up a flare. If you wish him to die, you do nothing, just sit there nice and comfy and watch as the deed is done. You have thirty seconds."
Kallen engages the engines and rockets towards the exit.
Finally, a clue!
o-o-o-o
The Guren suddenly straightens up and jumps over the crowd, wi accompanying shouts of joy mixed with horror. Hey, nobody wants to be crushed under a Knightmare. Nobody. The onlookers see the Guren almost fly on its way to the doors, getting faster and faster, until...
Well, several onlookers got the impression that Knightmares were clumsy things, otherwise, how could it trip?
o-o-o-o
"Times up Kallen." the voice over the speaker sounding like the grim reaper himself, all full of delight. Then a gunshot came, blood everywhere, the man falls over.
His hood slips a bit.
It can't be...
"LELOUCH?!"
Kallen loses control of the Guren and trips over a plant.
o-o-o-o
"Nunnally, so that I will spare Suzaku, you would do anything?"
"Yes I would."
"So it is agreed." The man gets a predatory smile and grabs a pair of cuffs of of the belt he is wearing. He gives one obscenely long look at Nunnally, slightly lower than the chin, almost- well, actually now- drooling over her.
Nunnally barely had time to realize just what she had done when her head split open and screamed at the world of its own accord. A writhing agony, surpassing that even Jennifer had inflicted upon her. Soon, she would be driven to madness.
But it suddenly stops, leaving behind an odd peace.
"What was that? Was that supposed to be intimidating?" Max had halted a few feet away. "Pfah. I've been more scared of a tiny mouse."
"You're lying." Nunnally didn't know how she knew, but she knew.
"Hey! That's my line!"
"Yes. Yes it is."
Nunnally could see words floating above Max's head, in purple and red. They read:
"Can see lies."
There's also a box pulsing green around them.
The other man and Suzaku also had the words, sans box. Suzaku has "Can anticipate actions." The other man: "Can cause hallucinations."
Nunnally thinks to herself, "Can I read minds?"
A subtle voice out of nowhere whispers down "No, you can do much more than that."
The green pulsing box switches to the words over the man who controls hallucinations. Nunnally suddenly sees the illusion Suzaku can see.
Suzaku has escaped with Nunnally, became a master of Knightmare combat, and been shown as a hero for being Zero.
Nunnally reaches out with her desperation to tell him it's not real, and to come back.
Suzaku sees Nunnally run up and whisper "You have to wake up, this isn't real. See, I'm a monster!" then her jaw drops to her chest, and the rest of her head bends so far backward that her mouth was bigger than Suzaku's hand.
Startled, Suzaku jumps backwards (in the real world) breaking the illusionists hold on him. Nunnally focuses her attention on the two men now confused as hell, pressed against the wall.
"Boo."
o-o-o-o
Kallen couldn't handle the mental strain of this event. She proceeded to fire p the wave surger and massacre everyone inside the building. Because they made her angry, somehow. So many things make Kallen angry now, the mall, the trees, people, the sun...
"I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!"
*BEE PBEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Kallen wakens from her nightmare to a message on her computer.
She sleepily climbs out of bed, and stumbles over to the computer. Good god, if she ever has that dream again, she might just snap for good.
The message window pops up, and a man in a suit with a burlap sack over his head appears. The same horrible voice says "greetings, Kallen. My name is not important..."