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OMG time travel drives me
crazy *_*
Thunder Falling
Chapter 8
He listened, as he always
did, with thin eyes and strict attention as the report was given to him. And though he never doubted the ability of
his spies, this particular declaration he asked to be repeated to him more than
once before he was satisfied. His
servants waited, anxious and silent, until he had turned from the
communications mirror to face them.
“So,” he murmured heavily,
sinking back into his twisted throne.
“This day…has finally come. Have
a hundred years really passed?”
“What are we going to do?”
I-no asked, trying to be patient though her face was bright with
anticipation. “It will take them a while
to do anything, but before long they’ll be crawling out all over, won’t they?” Her lip twisted. “We could always—”
“No,” the man interrupted
firmly, though a moment later he had relaxed again. “No, the situation is not yet that
desperate. Though
measures will have to be taken.”
He was silent for a long moment, drawing all sound out of the rest of
the chamber with him. Finally, his robes
rustled as he leaned forward.
“I-no. I have a task
for you,” he murmured, his voice as grave as ever she’d heard it. “You will go to Paris. I believe the
creature is already there—call on him, if you must. There are two things I need you to acquire
for me.”
The man’s second servant, who
stood at his right side, snorted disdainfully.
“Paris is heavily fortified.
If you need an important job done, you should send me.”
But the man shook his
head. “No, I will need you here, with
me.” He slid off of his seat. “You and I will be heading for China.”
“So?” I-no cocked a hand on her hip. She wasn’t especially looking forward to
braving Paris during a holiday, though she had no lack of
confidence. “What is it I’m getting?”
“An item,” the man related as
he started away, the pair following along behind. He made his way down a dark, narrow corridor,
which opened into a small chamber of iridescent lights gleaming off polished
metal laboratory equipment. “And a man. The item
is a mirror, located in the center of Paris beneath the Records and Communications Building, and the man is a convict being held in
the maximum security ward of the Global Police Headquarters.”
I-no whistled
appreciatively. “That’s a tall order,
Boss, even for me. Sure I can’t take the
beast here?” She jerked her thumb toward
the tall form beside her.
“I will need
Raven here,” the man repeated. “Between
you and the creature you should be able to manage, even without this.”
He pulled a blue
gem off one of the cluttered tables; it was darker than a sapphire and strung
on a thick silver chain. “This will
allow you to pass through the different magical barriers the Global Police have
set up,” he explained. “It collects the
lightning magic used in creating the prisons and guard barriers. It may even protect you against Officer Kiske for a time, though if Slayer’s warnings were true you
shouldn’t count on it for too long.”
“Right. Kiske.” Frowning, I-no accepted the amulet. Though it was clearly meant to have been a
necklace she opted to fasten it around her waist. “How will I know the guy when I find him?”
“I think you’ll
know,” the man assured.
I-no smirked a
little, and blew the man a kiss. “Well
okay, then. I guess I’ll be off.”
She drew her
guitar around in front of her, and the man and his servant each took a wise
step back. Her fingers struck a loud
chord that echoed in the small space, distorting the air around her so that her
figure began to blur. As I-no continued
to play the distortion worsened, until her entire body was consumed by it, and
then began to fade out along with the guitar’s ebbing reverberations.
The man watched
the process with grim satisfaction, and when there was nothing left of I-no but a slight ringing in his ear he shook his head and
turned to his remaining companion.
“Prepare our transportation. We
have to leave as well.”
*****
When Venom awoke,
he was already wishing he hadn’t. Though
he could tell that his wounds had been treated, that he was even in a warm,
clean bed and maybe even safe, he felt as if his entire body was pressed
beneath a heavy, burning weight. His
stomach, especially, was aching, and sent a stinging pain through him with
every breath. He was nauseous and his
head was pounding. All things
considered, he was fairly certain he would have been better off dead. Maybe everyone was right—maybe that was what
he wanted.
But it was the
voice that drew him back, and this time he wasn’t surprised to see Axl poking around the room.
He couldn’t seem to get rid of the man.
But accepting it took less effort, so he sighed, letting his eyes fall
shut again.
Axl’s humming stopped, and his careful
footsteps proceeded a quiet inquiry. “Hey.
Are you awake?”
Venom groaned,
but didn’t feel it necessary to open his eyes again. Instead he reached up, tugging at his hair—he
couldn’t get it to cover his face. “Can
you fix it?”
Axl snorted quietly. “You should leave it back,” he said, though a
moment later fingers were seeping into Venom’s hair, loosening the ties so it
could be drawn forward. “You might choke
on it in your sleep.”
“I haven’t
before.” Venom drew the soft locks over
his face, and immediately felt a little better, even if it parted awkwardly
over his nose and didn’t hide him as well as usual. “Where am I?”
“In a hidden
basement,” Axl replied, far too exuberantly for his
tastes. “The Gear told me I could find
you here—the doctor patched you up pretty well.
He says you’ll recover pretty well.”
“Doctor…?” Venom frowned slightly. He himself didn’t know the physician that
worked Rue Beaubourg; when one of his men had reported having found a safe
healer, he’d instructed all his men towards it if they
happened to be in Paris and needed the treatment. There were dozens of such places all over the
world, and though he knew of each one there wasn’t much point in being able to
identify every individual man and woman doctor.
They were easy enough to take care of, if they refused to be of service.
In any case,
there were more important things. “So…it
really was a Gear,” Venom murmured, gingerly probing the edge of the bandages
across his chest and stomach. “Gears,
doctors, you…why are there so many people trying to keep me alive?”
Axl was quiet for a moment, though Venom knew
he hadn’t left by the quiet sound of his breath nearby. “Is’t so bad?” he
asked after the pause, some of his usual humor gone. There was a scrape of wood against carpet as Axl dragged a chair closer to sit in. “Being alive. We went through a lot of trouble for you.”
“You shouldn’t
have bothered,” Venom replied bitterly.
The memories of his encounter in the restaurant were coming back to him,
and it made his voice hoarse with emotion.
“Slayer…was right. What’s left
for me? The Guild is dead—Lord Zato is….” Shivering,
Venom turned his head away. “I failed
him.”
Axl hummed lowly. “I don’t know about all that,” he
admitted. “But you know why I stuck with
you this long?” He chuckled. “It’s pretty selfish, but you keep asking, I
think you deserve to hear it.”
Venom kept his
head turned stubbornly away; he was not in a mood for any speeches. But it didn’t seem that Axl
was about to leave him, otherwise. He
sighed. “All right. Why?”
“I know it sounds
daft,” Axl set himself up, his voice light—Venom
could hear the smile he wore. “But for
some reason, I met you in town the other night.
And for whatever reason, time said it was worth something, ‘cause it
sent me back for a second helping.” He
chuckled again, quieter than before. “I
don’t know why I timeslip. But I figure…a loop like that has to mean
something. I met you for a reason. So I figure I gotta
stick with you for a while, to see what happens.”
Venom’s eyes
opened halfway, staring out across the small room as he considered those
words. For a reason…. At last he turned toward Axl,
and his hair fell just enough so that he could fix the man with one weary
eye. Axl just
looked so ridiculous, sitting there with his chin resting the back of his
chair. “That is selfish.”
The blonde smiled
at him. “Yeah. It really is, huh?”
“Yes.” Venom stretched a little, turning his face up
toward the ceiling. “I suppose you have
someone waiting for you,” he muttered. “Back in your own time.”
“What makes you
say that…?”
“Because that’s
the only reason anyone ever does anything.”
Venom continued to slide his fingertips over the bandages, tracing the
holes cut in him, hoping to make them hurt more but not brave enough to press
too harshly into them. “For something
you can’t have. We’re all that selfish…”
Axl heaved a loud sigh, breaking the
momentary stillness that had fallen over them.
“Listen, pal.
I didn’t save your life to listen to you talk like that, eh? Geez, you’re such a
downer.” He stood, and pushed the chair
back against the wall. “I know you’re in
a rough spot, but how about focusing on being happy to be alive for a while,
okay? I’m gonna
go see if Faust has anything for lunch.”
Venom
started. “Faust?” he echoed weakly, and
suddenly he was trying to push himself upright, his arms trembling as he braced
his hands against the mattress. “Faust
is—” But his
stomach muscles wouldn’t aid him, adding a quiver of pain to the sudden flash
of cold panic sweeping through him.
“H-Hey—cut that
out.” Axl
quickly moved to urge Venom back down.
“Faust’s the doctor that healed you.”
He pinned the man’s chest down when he refused to lie still. “What’s the matter?”
Venom pried
weakly at Axl’s hands, but he was suddenly out of
breath, and the more he gasped after it the worse his injuries burned and made
him more breathless. He was so busy
trying to regain his composure that he only noticed they weren’t alone when a
pair of unnaturally large human hands twisted around his wrist. He jumped, and in a panic tried to twist
away. His gaze fell on one gleaming eye
through a brown paper bag, and then a needle pierced his flesh, filling his
veins with an unwanted substance.
“Nn…!” Venom thrashed
with the last of his strength and heard a tiny snap, but between Faust’s wide
hands and Axl aiding him, he couldn’t break away from
either of them. Even more frightening,
whatever had been injected into him was beginning to slow his senses. His muscles relaxed without his command, and
the pain in his abdomen began to subside.
Though he was grateful for that much, the loss of control made him
shiver almost violently. His fingers
tightened in the front of Axl’s shirt.
“Now, now,” Faust
muttered, taking a better hold of Venom’s wrist so that he could pluck the
broken off syringe out of his arm. He
produced a small, heart-shaped band-aid out of his coat pocket to cover the
small wound. “There’s no need to get yourself worked up.”
“Dr. Ba…nn…!” Venom gave his hand one last jerk before
finally giving in, collapsing weakly against the mattress. He closed his eyes to keep the room from
spinning as Axl breathed a sigh of relief. After a moment of allowing the drug to run
its course, he was able to speak again.
“Why…?”
“Why? You’re tearing your
stitches, that’s why,” Faust admonished.
He tugged the blankets up over Venom’s chest once more, and he was too
weak to protest. “I was gonna bring you something to eat, but it looks like you
need a nap, first.”
“No…” Venom gulped, but it was becoming difficult
to even keep his eyes open any longer. As
his vision swam he could make out Axl standing over
him, looking concerned, and Faust himself watching him from the other side of
the bed. “I…don’t understand,” he
whispered, and then he slipped into unconsciousness again.
Axl scratched the back of his neck, glancing
between the slumbering Venom and Faust with confusion. “Um…I guess you know each other?” he remarked
sheepishly.
Faust didn’t
respond at first; he was crouched beside Venom’s bed, watching him, and though
with his face hidden there was no telling his expression, his manner seemed
abruptly serious. “His guild once killed
a patient of mine,” he said, simply, as if no other explanation of their
history were necessary.
“Oh…” Axl shifted
awkwardly, and then smiled, hoping he wasn’t about to say the worst thing he possibly
could. “Then…it’s really good of you, to
take care of him.”
Faust stood. It was somewhat impressive to watch the
unfolding of such long limbs, how he rose so easily to so great a height—over
seven feet at least. Axl
held back from speaking further, fearful of having upset the man, but then
Faust only nodded, and turned to leave.
“When he wakes
up,” he said without looking back, “there’ll be some soup for him in the
kitchen upstairs.”
*****
“Tell me one more
time,” the creature grumbled irritably, “why I’m helping you?”
I-no smirked,
though in truth she was becoming annoyed with having to answer Eddie’s
questions. “Because,” she stated firmly,
not for the first time, “if it wasn’t for my benefactor and I,
you would be long since dead. Don’t
forget he’s the one that used his
magic to prevent the Assassin from withering.
Where would you be if not for him?”
Eddie muttered
something she couldn’t make out and moved to the edge of the rooftop they’d
taken as a perch—overlooking the Global Police Headquarters. A light snow had begun to fall,
and all about beneath them the city folk wandered, returning to their mundane
jobs after a week of holiday. “Kiske will be in there,” he growled. “He is the head of police, you know.”
“The holiday’s officially over—he should be on duty somewhere,
hunting for your assassin friend.”
Eddie’s red eyes
narrowed on her, but she felt rather than saw them. He growled again. “Venom. I still need to take care of him.”
I-no’s
lip quirked. “Then maybe when we’re done here I’ll give
you a hand with that—to even the score.
Shit, it’s cold.” She tugged her
jacket across her breasts, trying to give back some warmth to her exposed
torso. She should have thought out her
attire before jumping off like she had.
Deciding it was time for action, she pushed upright. “Are you ready?”
Zato-1’s corpse
pushed awkwardly to his feet, and was soon covered in the parasite’s dark
flesh. “If Kiske
is in there,” Eddie warned, “I’ll leave you behind.”
“Don’t be so
dramatic.” I-no rolled her eyes, and
patted the dark sapphire against her hip.
“I have this, remember? You just keep
the police off me long enough to grab our friend, and we’ll be home free.”
Eddie returned
her confidence with a frown. “And what about the mirror? Do you really think we’ll be able to cross Paris to the Communication’s building with the
Global Police on us?”
“We won’t have
to.”
Eddie started to
question, but it was then that a high pitched tone vibrated the air behind
them, and he turned in alarm. Claws
formed from his long fingers as he watched in bewilderment the appearance of a
second I-no.
She looked identical to the woman standing beside him, except for the
addition of a long, thick blue mantle tied around her shoulders; it bulged
behind her in the shape of her guitar.
She blew the pair a kiss. “Hey there, Darling.”
I-no grinned
coyly. “Hey yourself, bitch.”
“What’s going
on?” Eddie demanded. He took a step back
as his eyes danced back and forth between the women. “Who the hell is this?”
The caped I-no
laughed, a sharp, cruel sound on the crisp air.
“Don’t tell me you forgot me already, Handsome.”
“Don’t worry
about her,” the original I-no assured her companion. “I’ll explain later.” And then she added, to her double, “See you
in a bit, Gorgeous.”
“He’s in a bad
mood today—watch out for the side kick.”
“Will
do—thanks.”
“Anytime,
Skank.”
The caped I-no
turned and started off down the roof while whistling a cheerful tune. Eddie, meanwhile, was swiveling to face the
remaining woman, his beast-like face a twist of confusion and frustration. “What the hell was that?”
“That was me,”
I-no explained at last. “At least, me a few minutes from now. Now let’s go already.” Without waiting for his response she leapt
from the building, landing daintily on her high heels on the street below.
Eddie shook his
head, still grumbling about having been forced into this “job” while he was
still recovering himself. He followed
all the same, spreading his leathery shadow wings to glide down to the Headquarter’s entrance.
People on the ground gasped and pointed but he spared no attention for
them, barreling instead into the pair of guards on duty.
I-no sauntered
casually up to the commotion—she stood back as Eddie pummeled both men
unconscious amidst cries of horror from the streets. “Excitable little things,
aren’t they?” she purred. She stepped
over the bodies and threw the doors open.
The entranceway
of the Global Police Headquarters was an immense hall, lined with marble
statues and dozens of various offices and alcoves. I-no whistled appreciatively as she moved
inside, her heels tapping. Already the
officers were gathering, brandishing weapons of blade and magic. A quick scan showed that Kiske
was not with them at the moment.
“Hold it!” a man
called off to the left. He held with him
a particularly nasty looking spear. “Who
are you? What are you doing here?”
“Just paying a
friend a visit,” I-no replied, shooting him a coy smile. When a pair of women approached cautiously
she held up her hands as if in surrender.
But as soon as they were in range her fingers snapped around the neck of
her guitar; she planted her feet and swung the instrument laterally in front of
her, smashing both women in the head and sending them spilling to the ground.
The man with the
spear began shouting orders, but I-no didn’t pause to hear. She sprinted through the group of advancing
officers, and just before closing with them leapt clearly over their heads. By then Eddie had charged into the building
as well, and his low roar echoed impressively off the marble columns as he engaged
the crowd.
“Thanks,
precious.” With Eddie keeping them busy
I-no continued on, knocking a few brave men and women out of her way in her
sprint to a door on the west wall. A burst
of her own magic sent the heavy iron spinning off its
hinges. Giggling, she hopped down the
steps and into the area of prison cells.
Her master had
assured her she would be able to tell which of the convicts he had intended for
her to retrieve. But faced with the
darkened basement of the holding cells, each wall lined with thick doors and
twisting in various directions, she uttered a curse under her breath. “I suppose this could have used some better
planning,” she muttered. Mindful of the
situation Eddie was in on the upper floor she picked the hall straight ahead of
her and moved down it, her eyes darting among the cells.
A few catcalls
and whistles followed her down the line, but with the magic flowing through
each cell door none of the prisoners were bold enough to venture too
close. I-no smiled to herself
as she went—she was not above accepting the lewd praise of a few convicts.
But as she passed
one of the cells a chill ran up the length of her spine, and she stopped,
having the strange sensation of a woman’s eyes on her. She turned, finding herself the object of a
cold stare—but a man’s. He was a
handsome youth despite his vacant expression, with soft brown hair and sculpted
muscles. Something about his unusually
still posture drew I-no closer.
“What’s your
name, stranger?” she greeted lightly, a thin smirk on her lips.
The boy continued
to stare at her, unblinking. His eyes
were dilated in the dim light, his shoulders held stiffly. His pale skin made him look like a corpse. “Let me out of here.”
I-no’s smirk
vanished; the voice that passed through his lips was low and cold, like a sharp
wind, and she felt another chill. She
shook herself—it wasn’t like her to be so weak-willed. “You know I can’t just do that, honey. Not unless you’re the one I came for.”
“You came for
me,” he assured in that same strange voice, for a moment looking as if a shadow
had fallen over his face. “Let me out.”
“He knows me
pretty well,” I-no mused aloud as she stepped forward, tilting her hip so that
her jewel was positioned in front of the lock.
“He must have known you’d catch my eye.
You’d better be right.”
The magic flowing
through the metal twisted, and just as that man had promised retreated
obediently into I-no’s bright sapphire.
The door clicked and she stood back as it swung slowly open. “There you are, friend. Now if you’d be so kind…”
As soon as the
cell was opened Zappa strode haltingly out, legs and arms swinging a bit with a
boneless quality. I-no paused a moment
to watch his progress towards the stairs.
“I hope you can fight,” she muttered as she fell into step beside
him. It occurred to her then that she
didn’t know why her master wanted this man anyway—he might not have been strong
enough to even defend himself.
Zappa’s head lolled
sickeningly to the side. “I can fight.”
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