Postby *Hope* » Wed Aug 24, 2005 6:15 pm
Chapter Three: Re-Continued
Renee sat stunned, her emerald green eyes wide in disbelief. It'd been the same boy she'd seen at Oso Corps. She gingerly touched her cheek where is hand had been. It was still warm. She remembered the gentle but firm hand. A slow blush crept over her cheeks and she shook her head. No, Renee. Pull yourself together. She stood up and dusted off her skirt.
What was it he'd said? "Forget about me." The words echoed in her head. Fat chance. Something was amiss here and she wasn't going to be left out of the circle. As she replayed the scene her mind she came across a vital piece of information.
Caal and Ed had been with him. The single recurrent question popped into her head once again. Why? Why should she stay away from him? Why were Caal and Ed with him? Why was he running? The mystery man could answer all of her questions, she was sure.
It revolved around him. But Renee had no hope of ever seeing him again. Than it hit her. She cursed herself for not having thought of it before. A spark of determination entered her eyes as she fled quickly down the hallway.
"Chief! Hey Chief!" An annoyed glint crossed the chief's eye and he waved off the man he'd been talking to.
"What now?" he replied exasperatedly to the young wreck crew worker who'd so badly needed his attention.
"We found something. I think you should see It." the man breathed. The chief let out a disapproving grunt.
"Can't you do it yourself? I hired you so I didn't have to do it all." The younger employee shook his head vigorously.
"I know, but I really think…" The chief cut him off with a glare.
"Alright, but this better be worth my time." The two men of the wrecking crew began to rapidly walk through the vacant and crumbling warehouse. It was scheduled to be destroyed so a mobile suit part factory could be built. The crew was just following their standard procedure of assessing the building to be destroyed. A few empty warehouse garages later the chief was losing his patience.
"For your sake I hope we're almost there. I don't have time to waste on petty decisions. This is what we pay you…"
He trailed off as the object the 'petty decision' was to be made about came into view. It was, in fact, very far from petty. The chief's jaw worked slightly at the sight of an immense structure towering to the garage ceiling.
"We think it's a mobile suit, sir." chimed in the crewman.
"Well, that's obvious. Any dimwit could see that." The captain's insulting statement was actually a kind of ruse to hide his surprise. The machine was different than any he'd ever seen before, and by the looks of it, someone had dumped it here recently. There was nothing junky about it.
"Probably one of the new models." the chief mumbled. "Should we call the government, sir?" The chief's brain was racing. A suit like this would fetch a hefty price. Enough to live comfortably for a long while. On the other hand, whoever owned the mech was probably coming back for it.
"Um, well, uh…" He cleared his throat. What should be done indeed?
Riven gritted his teeth and drew his icy eyes away from the officer in charge. He tilted his head to the left slightly, where Ed was standing and spoke softly.
"Ed, I want you to take Caal and get out of here. Get as far away as possible, but don't go home. I will find you." A determined look crossed Ed's face and he nodded. He put a hand on Caal's shoulder and smiled sadly.
"Let's go." Caal's face twisted with anger.
"NO! I won't leave you Riven! We can help!" Riven turned to his other friend and looked over him calculatingly.
"It is better that you go. I cannot fight my best if I have to protect someone." Caal threw Ed's hand off his shoulder and took a step forward, fists clenched.
"I'm staying whether you like it or not. You need my help." Riven's eyes flashed and for a moment uncertainty flitted across Caal's features.
"Go. Go now." Caal opened his mouth for a retort but Riven cut him off with a downward slash of his hand.
"NO! I will not here any more of your excuses! Now leave!" Caal glared at his friend but allowed Ed to lead him away. As soon as the pair turned around they began to run. Riven nodded, relieved. He turned his attention back to the police.
"If you ever hurt them in any way, I will make you wish you never laid eyes on me." Riven's face and voice were the picture of cool serenity, but his eyes betrayed his true emotions. They blazed with cold fiery, waiting to be unleashed. The lead cop eyed him suspiciously and burst out laughing.
Riven only watched him warily. When his laughter had died down the cop smiled and spoke.
"Those are big words, but can you back them up? Whatever you think, you are still Oso Corps' lap dog. I am here to return you to them." Morrison's eyes widened a hair when jagged green lines flashed underneath Riven's skin.
"I am no one's lap dog." The grass at his feet stirred slightly in a nonexistent breeze. Green ran up Riven's skin again, this time continuing to fade in and out. A greenish gust sprang up near his feet and spiraled around his body.
He held out both of his hands to his sides, palms facing Morrison and his gang. The wind snaked down his arms and into his palms, forming two balls. Morrison watched, eyes narrowing, waiting for Riven to make a move. Some of his men fidgeted behind them but he motioned for them to hold.
He himself tightened his grip on his gun and readjusted his finger on the trigger. The barrel held a new kind of bullets, rubber ones with a taser-like tip that pumped 50,000 volts of electricity into whatever they hit. They should do the job nicely. Almost quicker than the eye could trace, Riven leapt towards them, crossing his arms and flinging them out in front of him, the balls of energy blasting forward. Morrison's face registered shock and then fear.
The boy had moved quicker than he'd anticipated. He pulled the trigger once, twice, three times even as he heard the guns of the others around him going off. The balls of energy dug straight into the earth on either side of them, but the smile at the horrible accuracy of the boy that had crossed Morrison's lips quickly dissipated. Huge shockwaves sped out from where the balls had hit, sending ground and greenish air rippling horrifyingly fast at the officers.
The bullets were blown out of the way by the waves and Morrison had no time to react. The waves crashed into his body as well as the men around him. The air was knocked out of his lungs and he suspected several of his ribs cracked. He was thrown to the ground several feet away from where he had been standing. His mid section screamed with protest when he tried sit up and he only fell back down, breathing heavily. His brow furrowed.
I underestimated him! He chided himself.
But it seemed the boy was not quite done with him yet. Morrison managed to prop himself up just enough to see Riven striding slowly over to him. He frantically groped for his gun, but spotted it yards away. His eyes turned back to the young man, watching him advance slowly.
Something silvery and liquid-like slid out of the youth's arm, near his wrist, and solidified into a foot long blade extending from his wrist. Riven stopped and knelt down beside Morrison, eyes flashing icy daggers. He deftly swung the blade, letting it come to a rest uncomfortably snug on Morrison's neck.
"I warned you once. Count this your second warning. I never want to see your face again." He straightened and faced the other direction, away from Morrison, but he didn’t take a step further.
Morrison watched in satisfaction and horror as a steel tip protruded from Riven's side. Crimson droplets dripped from the tip before it was yanked out.
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