Chapter 2
Aline asked herself a lot of questions in her life. Did she like boys? Was she doing the right thing? Why was she in a speeding car?
Okay, maybe that last one was new.
" Don't worry, you're going to be safe", said Emma.
Oh, that explains it.
It was bright out, was it daytime? Where were they?
As Aline's eyes adjusted to the light she took note of her surroundings. Everything was so fuzzy, it was hard too think, and there were bloodstains on the upholstery.
She pulled herself up enough to see out the window. There was grass, lots of it. They weren't in China any more. Also they were driving on the wrong side of the road. Hopefully this meant they were in Europe, yet when Emma was driving you could never be sure.
Hold on, why were they in Europe?
"Emma, where are we?", croaked Aline.
"Germany", responded Emma.
That answered one question, and brought up countless more.
Aline had so many questions. Yet she was so tired. What was the harm in napping a little longer?
She awoke to the smell of burning petrol. Her clothes stuck tightly to her. They were sticky with blood, and none of it was hers.
Amidst the flames a figure stood. The silhouette of something not quite a man was barely visible to her.
Aline spat out a bit of blood, now some of it was hers. Images fluttered before her eyes. Was she lost in the forest again? Was she dreaming? Where was Jace? Where was Emma?
Aline prayed. Then she screamed. At long last she stood on her two feet. She was Aline Penhallow, and she wasn't afraid any more.
"Show yourself!", she roared with all the fury of a lioness.
The flames flickered. She saw wreckage, and blood. But where were the bodies?
A hand shot out from the edge of her vision. She twisted around as fast a she could. It was not fast enough.
First her ribcage gave, then her organs, and then blood drenched the sizzling pavement. Aline didn't even blink. She kept her eyes on this monster. Even if it killed her, she had to know.
She saw kind eyes filled to the brim with empathy for their fellow man. Their face was scarred by time, scarred by carrying the weight of the world. Every wrinkle, and every line told of a struggle. This was her enemy, and Aline couldn't help but notice the arrows sticking out of their back.
Black spots, sputtering movement, Aline's vision was shot. These moments were . . . passing. Yet she knew something no one else did. If she could still move her lips, she would be smiling.
Poor Aline thought she saw Alec shooting the monster with his bow. Everything was so fuzzy, like a dream. Yet she also could have sworn she saw Jace there as well. Had her knight in shining armor come to rescue her?
Thirty seconds left. For about twenty-eight of them she saw Clary Fray. She was bent over her. She liked Clary, such a nice person. Then everything went dark again. The lights went out and the battle dimmed.
Then the lights came back on again, the lights of Magnus's apartment. Well Magnus and Alec's apartment if you wanted specifics.
The TV was on, she was wrapped in a blanket, and all her friends were here. Also her intestines were back inside of her chest, that one was a nice touch. Aline should have been happy, in fact she was happy, its just that something was missing.
Aline closed her eyes. She imagined a place oh so very far away. It was a cold, desolate and frigid place. It was where she most wanted to be, by her lover's side.
"Helen"
It was nighttime in Germany. It had been so for a very, very long time. It would stay so for a while longer.
"Lancer, I don't think the Clock Tower has been entirely honest with us", suggested Luviagelita Edelfelt.
Her servant gave a weary smile.
"I would have to agree with you", he said.
Then a wheel chair appeared which her servant fell into.
"So . . .", began Luvia. She didn't finish her sentence though. Neither of them had any idea about what to do next. Perhaps they should go bug Rin.
Servant Dossier
Class: Lancer
Master: Luviagelita Edefelt
Name: Franklin Delano Roosevelt
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Strength: B
Endurance: E
Agility: C-
Mana: D
Luck: C
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: A
A high Magic resistance is an intrinsic property of the Lancer Class.
Battle Continuation: A++
Lancer subdued Polio; lead a nation standing on their two feet, and in the end the only opponent capable of getting the better of them was death.
Personal Skills:
Eye of the Mind (True): C+
Lancer is an experienced campaigner and they welcome a challenge. If there is even the smallest chance of victory then they still have a chance of winning.
Charisma: B++
Lancer's voice was powerful enough to capture the heart of a nation.
Bravery: B
Lancer doesn't give up. Lancer isn't afraid. Lancer just doesn't give a fuck.
Noble Phantasms:
Will of a Nation "Iron Will": Lancer is able to stand and fight like any other servant despite his condition. This is accomplished through sheer force of will. Once the battle is over Lancer must return to their wheel chair.
New Deal "Doing the Impossible": When a nation was brought to it's knees, Lancer answered the call. When the fate of the world hung in the balance, Lancer answered the call. Lancer is able to re write the laws of reality in order to do what needs to be done.
Berserkang "Wrath of the Scottish Terrier": If some one insults Fala then Roosevelt can temporarily activate an A rank mad enhancement. Wears off after several hours or once all hostiles are eliminated.