BDAL3 - Evolutions (Invite Only)

[Misato Anami]

Misato sat there for hours after she watched the men leave. The night had proved unhelpful in all aspects. Misato was tired, but she then swore that she wouldn't let Rydius get hurt once more. Keeping watch closely on the cavern, Misato soon began to think back to when they were happy. Her and Rydius, Kharn and Nighte, how much she remembered in so little time. Frey sat upon her shoulder as she leaned against a tree in the broad forest that lay nearby. The only appearance they both gave were their eyes. Misato had bonded with Frey to keep watch around the grounds and her silver eyes glowered a fiery orange as she kept eye on the entrance to the cavern. Her holsters remained unclasped and Lucifer and Athena awaited battle.

It was funny to Misato that she had a feeling that she wanted more to be back in the past, even when they were fighting Alucard, Mephisto...Akron and Dechala...all of them. Back then he knew who she was.

As she stood there, Misato resolved one thing and one thing only. That was to protect Rydius under all circumstances. She would no longer put her affection she used to towards him, yet she would protect him, just as she used to.

As she began to wonder about her decisions, Misato shot up as she saw Firewing enter the cavern. She knew he'd be fine, so Misato stood still. Tapping into his aura, Misato kept her watch on him that way and for a few minutes, all was well. Suddenly her body went haywire as she felt him going through pain. As she ran to the entrance to the cavern, she watched as Firewing passed out in the grass before her...

Putting her hand to his head, Misato became worried and knew this wasn't good. There was no other way, putting her hand to his forehead once more, Misato closed her eyes and began to send her energy to him. She felt her body going numb like someone was pouring her soul through her fingertips to his. Suddenly with a jolt, Misato felt him stir for a moment and go silent again. Sparks began to emit from her hands as she was merely trying to help him. She also knew what she was doing was dangerous. She had previously given him memories in their past, would healing him do so again? There was blood all over him, mostly others... but he seemed to have taken a beating a bit.

As he lay unconscious, Misato closed her eyes and summoned forth all her courage. A light shot out of Misato's back and the force caused her ponytail to fall out. Grabbing Rydius, Misato stood there, her wings finally regained. Stretching them out, she felt as though she had fallen off a horse and was just getting back on. Descending to the skies, Misato sped to town, hopefully that Tia person would be awake.

The sun had already been above for quite a time. As Misato reached the bar, she realized the stares were at her...that didn't matter now, running into the bar Tia's eyes widened, but then she saw Firewing unconcious. Misato took him to his room and they put a damp cloth over his head. Misato pulled a chair to window and sat a distance. Any closer and she'd be compelled to hold his hand. The sun emitted soft glow on her hair as she waited patiently with her hands to her face crouched. "I'll stay here.." she thought... "I'll stay here until he wakes.."

[Andromeda]

The ceiling had become the main focus for since the nightmare and cold contest the day before. She had just stared at the ceiling without too much going through her mind for most of the day. It was a peacefulness that she enjoyed, it was painful enough to think about the nightmare. Not having anything in her mind was better than a nightmare that would not leave. She had analyzed the ceiling over and over again. Still commenting to herself the same things.

A crack that was subtle, but noticeable on the ceiling streaked across four tiles. The middle tiles were sagging a little, the light shadowed differently than with the others. These must had been older one not replaced yet. The light from the monitor above her would glow slightly onto the ceiling, nothing was legible, but the blurred colors could be seen. There was two dots in the ceiling that were closer together than all the rest, they were almost joined together. It was something that you do not really notice, people just pass by, maybe take a second hand glance up at the ceiling. Or just the standard peripheral vision that catches in a lot of sources and images, just nothing clear or defined.

Her staring at the ceiling and noticing herself with these observations only went to her realization of how bored she really was. It was dark out the window still, she had woken up early from sleep. A sleep that she had not realized that she was in until she woke from it. She had been thinking about going back to sleep, but she wondered if thinking about going to sleep would only make the nightmares return to her. If so, she did not want to sleep, remembering her past was not something that she wished to do. Though forgetting it was not easy, it was simpler that living in what had happened.

She looked around the room a little trying to find something interesting to watch and take her mind of thoughts. But there was nothing to find in the room. She had little to do and less to want to think about it. Her mind went back to the day before when that man broke into her room. He was strange, armored as though going into combat and with a chip on his shoulder the side of the moon. There seemed like something was wrong with him and the fact the police were after him was no surprise, considering his weapons and armor, he was a threat to anyone safety. Not that she really cared what happened to these people, just as long as she did not get involved. She did not need any of this. She was alone and in her own place, on that no one else belonged. It had been a causal thought if the man had shot the doctor, she would have been glad. Not that the doctor would had been in the room, but it was a thought that would have pleased her. He would be out of her hair and gone from her life. Though then they would just have some other doctor replace him and she would back at this again, with probably a worse doctor. She could never leave it, until she was healed and gone. Then she would be glad. It bothered her just sitting in this room.

She wondered if she would run into that man again outside on the streets, he did not know her. So even if he saw her in the streets, he probably did not think her to be a prostitute. He would probably just pass her by without much of a thought, or the other way around. He might be looking for one and not realize it until it was much later. It was too much thought for her, she did not need to think about the what ifs of the world, if it happened it happened, nothing she could do about it. World was against her, she knew it and she just the world take it’s swings hoping of the times it would kill her. Unfortunately for her, life has a twisted sense of humor, almost killing her only to bring her back.

Her fist tightened thinking about the fact that she had almost succeeded in ending her own life. A life she did not want. It had not even been planned or intended, she did not think that she would have died that day, she thought she had not cut too deep. She learned that she had cut deeper that she should have, if she wanted to life. But she was just cutting to feel, and it had been a weak night for feeling, a deep cut had seemed like the answer. She wanted that feeling, something, now all she was feeling was fear. The fear of those doctors, the scientists that would be after her. As much as she thought she was cold and emotionless, she knew now that there was still on thing that made her feel afraid, though it had always made her afraid. That had never changed in all these years, she was afraid of those men. She did not want to die on their tables at their pleasure. If she was going to die, it was going to be by her hands the way she wanted it. She wanted to leave.

Her arms felt stronger today, she had been able to hold herself up for longer in the physical rehab. It seemed strange to her that such a loss of blood had weakened her body so fully. Though the doctor said that she had been out for two days and they fought to put blood into her for a day. They used a large amount of cloned blood to return the heavy amounts she lost. But her body was getting used to it finally, the regermortis that had been setting in on her, when they found her, had left her body stiff and weak. Though it seemed like she was dead then, it was still early and medical science was far more advance than she had liked. It bothered her what people had to die to bring medicine this far, and how many more would die to bring medicine even farther. It was cycle that she was a part of, a part that ran away and now hunted.

She began to wrap her finger around her brightly dyed blue hair. It’s length extending down the bed to her feet, it was about the only thing she seemed to enjoy and keep her mind free. She would grab a few strains together enough for a small braid and proceed to braid the length of her hair. With such a tight braid and the length of her hair would take a few minutes or more to finish. Enough to pass the time and clear her mind. It would leave her blank and empty, a place was the warm to her. It had been almost a year ago that the owner had her go to a professional hair salon to have her get something, anything she wanted for her birthday. She did not really want to go, she did not even plan on celebrating her birthday, just more of a reminder of where she had come from. But he had insisted and so she just decided to change her color, she had wanted something duller and more towards her mood, but the stylist seemed to take another turn and just give her a bright blue and not a dark blue. He said it would make her seem more pleasant, to her it was just strange, but it was just a color and probably added to her paradox even more.

Andromeda laid back closing her eyes as she braided her hair, having taken another strand by now and was braiding that. She emptied backwards through her mind putting herself into a calm mood. Everything was just dust on the shelves of her mind, it did not affect her, she was greater than it all. Alone, the dust just sat and could do nothing. She slowly fell asleep finally, having been awake for longer than she should have been. Her body had been through enough for the day.

The white walls of the hospital room faded to dark black fog where memories, secrets and hidden things dwelled and the consciousness burned brightly. Fog enshrouded everything around her, for a time she was not aware, just resting. Her mind was building to a paramount of thoughts to burst her with until it finally exploded upon her sleeping consciousness waking her within her mind quickly. She looked around to only see fog everything thick as the mornings along the port. There was nothing she could see other than herself, her hands in front of her as they waved about trying to find anything out there. She slowly walked forward through the fog hoping to find something in the thick gray mist.

She heard a slight hum in the distance, it was the only sound that pierced through the fog. It was subtle and strong, powerful sense that echoed through the area. What was it, she had never heard anything like this. It was strange, foreign to her no sound that she had heard before. The noise continued is hum, softly growing in volume as the fog thinned out. She stood watching as the scene began to change in front of her eyes.

Columns rose from the ground breaking the earth and blowing the fog away. Dust flew in the air, and walls pushed up between the colums. All around her a room, a large room a hall maybe for a great building. Some ancient structure, the appearance was new, but it was not like any thing she had ever seen before. It was a strange place, foreign to her, but familiar deep down. There seemed like a familiarity that was not natural to her, as though it made her seem familiar and she was not familiar to it. A strange sensation to her, one that she wanted to leave behind. This was place not familiar, she knew that to well. She knew where she had been and this was not a place she had visited it, but yet it pressed its familiarity upon her.

Andromeda walked down the length of the hall where two large wooden doors stand blocking her path. She pushed against the doors trying to free them from their place, but she had not the strength. The doors were too large, weighed too much and there seemed like no way out. Her hand rested against the door, what would she do to leave this place? It would be a simple matter if this door was lighter or just gone completely. But she could do neither, what was this place? She turned around to find a person, more familiar than she had wanted. The figure seemed to look like her, though there was some difference, such as their clothes, but overall it seemed to be her.

“You want out?”

“Yes.”

“Antiquated things such as those should not be any trouble for you.”

“What?”

“I see…witness! Remember!” The woman raised her arm at the door, the distance between her and the door was far beyond her reach. She stood at the opposite end of the hall, how did she expect to open the door? These doors were not metal and wires, where a remote could open them on a command, they are old wooden doors, an ancient memory. However, a red glow grew from her palm until it was flames bursting from in front of her hand. Then sudden the flames shot from her palm towards the door. Andromeda backed away as the ball of flames flew past her, hitting the doors at the middle blowing the doors off their hinges and onto the ground outside.

Andromeda turned to look at the woman, but she had vanished. ”What was that? What trick was my mind playing on me?” Though it was of little concern now, she walked out of the room into open meadows. She looked around the horizon seeing nothing but green grass for miles. There was no cities, skyscrapers, electronics or anything. It was nothing but the building behind her. She walked around outside letting the wind blow through her hair. These had been more peaceful times, times that should have continued. But progress walked all over it, as she walked over the grass. She was the embodiment of progress, everything that science knew had made her. This was not a place for her, it would never accept her. She turned back around walking into the building once again. There seemed not much reason to her to return back to this place, but she was curious about it. What it was, maybe something she could recognize to place it.

But everything was bare, the columns and walls were plain at smooth paper. Perfectly smooth in fact, far too smooth to be natural. She placed her palm on the stone column when it suddenly glowed brightly. In a quick flash of light the column altered and changed, runes appeared on the stone glowing deep blue. ”What the…” She removed her hand from the column and the runes faded away. Andromeda placed her hand back on the column and the runes returned once more. The runes did not make any sense to her. She could not read it, but there was something familiar about one of the runes. The runes glowed brighter until they grew in force, pushing her backwards away from the column. A quick burst sent her sitting up in her bed quickly breathing heavy.

To be continued...

[Andromeda]

It had been a dream, not one that she had wanted, but it was not about the other thing. A trade off it seemed, her mind was getting creative with her consciousness unwillingness to think about her past. At least she believed that to be the case. However, now that doctor was standing in front of her. He seemed to have just been standing there doing nothing, just as he always was. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him.


“How are you feeling today? Better, now that you have had some sleep?”

“What do you care?”

“I was told that you haven’t slept since your last nightmare yesterday. It is not good to hold yourself wake, even if your don’t like what you dream.”

“What would you know about it?”

“Nothing. Are you better?”


“….no….”

“Why is that?”

His questions were bothering her, but she knew that he would not be leaving. He was a stubborn man, one that wanted things his way. She was beginning to realize this. Though she would fight him, he would not control her. He was just a doctor, a person of science, just another one of those people. “It is this place….”

“What the hospital? You aren’t the first person to hate hospitals, but I don’t think I have seen someone with such strong feelings against a hospital. It must be something else.”

“…I told you before don’t try to get in my head.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t.”

“Fine then, another subject. I am curious about you. Are you bothered by being what you are?”

“What sort of question is that?”

“Do you like yourself?”

“….no….”

“Okay. Have you thought about a surgery? Medical science is advanced enough that we can make you only one gender if you want.”

“Why…how would you expect me to choose a gender.”

“Well how do you refer to yourself? He or she?”

“I don’t…you can’t…I am both…it is more than just a gender…I understand the male emotions, horomones, desires, and I understand the female’s as well. I am both and I know both, I am not simple more one than the other.”

“Yes, that is true, though for all practical purposes your appearance is female is it not?”

“Appearances are nothing but the cloaks at conceal the daggers.”

“Hmm…well I hope you feel better. I have other patients, I’ll be back for your physical therapy.”

She turned away from him looking back at the ceiling. His footsteps faded away as he walked out. Her mind was more concerned about what she had seen though in her dream. That rune puzzled her, she knew that she had seen it before but could not be sure where. It was something from school, she knew that much. The name was on the edge of her mind, almost at spoken word. Then it hit her, it was the symbol that was to mark the ancient times by archaeologists. She was told that it was from a race the exist millennia’s ago, long before legends were created and told, many called it the Pre-Legends era. A time far before the mythical wars and heroes that had been spoken as fairy tales to children. It was before everything, historians considered them to be the earliest known people to live and the earliest known from a written language. But why did she see that? What made her dream about it, there was no reasons she could think that her mind would have such school lessons on her mind. What was happening with her mind?

(OOC: ^^ Didn't realize it was so long. Guess it was good that I didn't decide to add on more that I was thinking about.)

[Trigon]

Part 5: Explanations

Power.

One word that can hold so many reasons behind it. For some, this can lead to wealth and respect through fear and intimidation although for others it may be the power to protect those closest to them. But for Firewing it meant nothing of the sort as he only did what he was supposed to do. Sure he was a powerful warrior, but he sought nothing in return except a little peace for himself from time to time.

Darkness.

Right now he was surrounded by it having fell into unconsciousness outside the cavern and was no oblivious to everything that was going on around him. For now he was going through his own mind trying to fathom out what was happening to him. For a couple of months he had been having dreams only to have any injuries that happened in these dreams show up on his body for about a couple of hours then mysteriously disappear.

Light.

From where he was sitting right now, he could see a small glimmer of light within all of the darkness that surrounded him. Although he didn't understand what was going on, something deep down inside him made him slowly begin to move towards the light to find out. For what seemed like hours he walked, seeing vivid images flickering past occassionally. Moments after the last hazy one passed, he fell to his knees in pain as a very strong, yet still hazy, image appeared.

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In the room where Misato was sitting with her hands on her face, his body jerked suddenly and violently. Tia, who had just entered the room saw this and rushed over only to be held back by Misato. They both watched as Firewing's body stopped moving and fell back onto the bed peacefully leaving both of them wondering what was happening to him.

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Back in Firewing's phyche, he was breathing hard as he recovered from what he had just seen not knowing what it was. But he had reached the light that he had seen earlier and was just about to reach out and touch it when everything faded and he opened his eyes to see a very familiar ceiling, but behind it a very chilling recollection of the image he had just seen. 'How many times has this happened now?' he thought as he began to focus, turning his head to see the two women.

"Are you ok now?" Tia asked, worry etched on her face.

Firewing turned his head back to the ceiling and sighed. He hadn't expected to awaken to find Tia or that mysterious woman there in his room. Actually, come to think of it he was sure that he had collapsed outside the cavern. How did he end up here if that was the case?

"I'm fine. What happened?"

Both Misato and Tia looked at each other for a second before telling him that they didn't know, only that he had been brought into the bar like that. Firewing wasn't impressed as he could tell that they were keeping something from him by the look in their eyes. But he kept quiet before Tia said that she had to go down and watch the bar, leaving him with the young woman.

"You don't have to stay."

"Maybe I don't, but I choose to stay." Misato replied.

Firewing turned to face her for a second before returning his gaze to the ceiling, beginning to move one of his arms up to his forehead and draw it slowly over it as if he was starting to wake up from a long dream. Moments after this, he swung his feet over the side of the bed so that he was in a sitting position, the lower half of his head still hidden by the armour he wore. For a couple of minutes he sat there with his eyes closed before speaking again.

"I don't even know your name."

"Misato. Misato Anami. And yours?"

"I don't know."

Misato had expected this. His memories had vanished the last time he had been sealed away and it was fitting that the same thing had happened again. But she had resolved not to tell him anything of his past and let his memories recover in there own time - if they ever did.

"So what do I call you? Firewing?"

"Tia told you then. I'd appreciate it if you didn't say it so loudly though."

"And why is that?"

And so he told her about the assassination job that took place two years ago, and how he gained a reputation about being a cold hearted killer for just over a year until the whole truth behind it came out. But even then people had difficulty trusting him until a couple of months ago when he had been in the enforcer division of the corporation and stopped a major bank robbery on his own. But even after that Firewing had problems trusting people and prefered to distance himself from human contact and only a few people were close enough to him to be considered 'friends'.

Standing up, he walked over to the door and opened it slowly before turning to Misato and asking her if she fancied a drink. Although hesitant, she accepted and followed him downstairs to his normal corner where she noticed the regulars staring at her, having seen her run in earlier. However, Firewing had noticed the stares as well and returned it with glaring stares of his own which made them return to whatever it was they had been doing previously.

Upon reaching the corner, he made sure that she was comfortable before getting the drinks for the both of them. After they had drank the first one, Misato asked him what he did before the 'assassination' job.

"Actually, I don't know. From what I can remember I awoke from a coma just over two years ago with no memory whatsoever. A couple of days after I woke up someone from the corporation came to see me and said that they had been worried when one of their top men had had a severe accident on the job."

"So you have absolutly no memory of your past at all?"

"Thats about the size of it. Except that I've been having flashes of images that make no sense. There's one image that has been recurring more often than the others."

"What is it?"

Firewing stopped and thought about it for a moment. Here he was, holding a conversation with someone he had only recently met and felt absolutly comfortable telling her about things that he kept to himself. Only Tia knew a little about the whole coma part but his dreams? Well that was his own little private hell. 'Heck, I've started so I might as well finish' he thought to himself.

"An image of a woman in white standing next to me with a man in armour standing not too far back next to a woman wearing black. I can't see their faces though but it feels familiar."

'That's our wedding day.' thought Misato into herself. 'So somewhere he still remembers.' She looked over the bar and noticed that Tia was having something set up in one of the corners of the bar and wondered what she was doing. Firewing followed her gaze and said something about it being the kararoke night and it was normally a lot of fun after people had drank quite a bit.

"Sounds like it's an interesting night."

"It is. But I'll be asleep early. What happened last night has tired me out, but feel free to enjoy yourself. Tia will look after you, especially after last time. But for the moment, I'm going to enjoy the day if it remains peaceful for once."

"So what will you do for the day?"

"I think I'll go to the museum. You may want to take a look at it as well..."

[Sparx]

Trask was hiding, and hiding was difficult. Not many people were wearing a type of experemental armour and carrying enough payload to decimate a city block. Things could have been worse though, he could either have been dead from the transport, or just shot to bits, but Trask was better than that, and didnt want to go down so easily or stupidly. But then again, Trask wouldnt have been in this situation, if he hadnt have been such an idiot and waited around for her when she never shown up. Talk about a measly first date.

'If she didnt like me then why didnt she say so...'stead of standing me up like that....' Trask remained silent before adding softly under his breath "Bitch!!" At that point several women walked past him, their revealing clothing suggested that they were either out for the night and on the pull, or they were looking to sell their services to anyone with enough money. Trask laughed inwardly and took abite out of the hogie that he had bought. The cowboy hat added a little class to his already strange build and the black tarp wrap suggested that he was on his way to a fancy dress party. He turned and was almost walked into by the women who suddenly started to coo and gush all over him like he was some first class prize at a male auction. Trask was not amused and just stood there before taking another bite out of the hogie, his jaw moving slowly, as he chewed they bgan to gush even more over his jawline and the way his jaw moved as he ate. This was crazy! What were they wanting?

One of them walked right up to him and pressed her body against his, making his jaw stop and his red eyes focused down oh her, and they began to burn with a fire than none of them had seen before, and they thought it held something good for them - but if they only knew the truth about who they were trying to charm.

"MMM so strong and handsome..mmmmmm i think i'll take you"

"Get real girl! Im taking him with ME!"

They were beginning to squabble amongst themselves, as Trask polished off the hogie, and went for another, and when he came back they were still at it, hurtful insults being thrown amongst the women, some of whom were in tears at this point. Trask just gave a sigh and a shrug and walked through the group, the tarp wrap, billowing out behind him from a gust of wind, showing his body in the half light. The women stopped bickering and gazed as he vanished from view around the corner.

"If this is what city life is like at night time, im glad im no longer part of it..." Trask mumbled to himself before looking upwards and seeing the sign of a 24 hour diner even after two hogies, and a extra large chocolate shake, Trask was still hungry. Instinctively he checked for his pockets but remembered suddenly about the small holder in the breastplate. He touched it and out popped a small slider with a clear transax Card. Trask monitary solution. He grinned and entered the diner, a few heads turning in his direction then went back to what ever they were doing. A waitress on hover skates shot over to him and smiles brightly. Trask smiled back and she blushed as he tool off his hat, hair spilling down round his shoulders.

"Hungry Sir?" she piped and Trask nodded and was suddenly shown to a table set at the bar of the diner. A menu was thrust into his face and Trask began to choose as much food as he could eat. And eat he did!

Outside the diner, down the street, there was a commotion of sorts. The security forces that had attempted to tangle with Trask at the hospital, were roughly pushing around the group of women who had tried to grab Trask - what was all this becoming wanted for? This was too surreal and Trask just smiled and Dug into his food, gulping and scoffing it down without a breath. Anyone looking in at that time would have thought that he hadnt eatne in several days - which to be truthful - he hadn't. Trask downed the drinks in one and let out a satisfied belch before excusing himself, and ordering more food.

He was that hungry that he could have ate a whole Knarlox, which was a feat unto itself, but he settled down and ate more of the food. It was as if he hadnt eaten in weeks - which was true because the only thing that kept him alive and fed were the IV drips, but it had done nothing for his actual hunger. He was sitting proper now and had removed the tarpaulin cloak from around him, and the armour made a few people blink, but no one took any real interest, untill a huge flood light beam cut through the glass of the window and illuminated Trask and his seat. If he shown that he was aware, Trask didn't flinch as he just continued to eat - even when the loud voice over the vox caster, Trask continued to chomp down the huge burger, ignorant of the now demanding voice outside the diner. That was the pont when Trask finally took notice of the annoying security forces outisde, disturbing his meal. The force of the glass being put down on the counter was almost unnerving as there was no sound before the glass cracked and Trask stood and streached.

The building annoyance outside was becoming intense

"I REPEAT COME OUT NOW OR WE'LL OPEN FIRE!!!!!"

The sound of guns being loaded without question echoed in the warm night air as Trask suddenly vaulted backwards and crashed thropugh the window feet first, his boots connecting with the shouting officer and cramming half the mic into his mouth, making him gag and splutter as he staggered away, the crumpled Vox-Caster jammed into his face, blood running from under the helm, as several of the security officers trained their auto-guns on him, the red targeting beam finding various areas on Trask's body, before he rolled to the side and fired, the large rounds, impacting into the search beams, shattering the halcyon lights and sending order into blind panic as Trask fired off volley after volley of shots into the lights and weapons of the Security forces. Soldiers ran for cover and dropped weapons as the impact of the bullets into the housing of the guns made them short and buckle violently in their hands before they dropped them to the ground.

Trask rolled out of sight and activated the built in Targeting system, and a hot red beam sprung up andilluminated the edge of one of the APC units before the small red lens slid into place and lit up with greens and whites before he Fired his guns again, both wepaons barking loudly as one APC detonated in the night, the resounding boom audible inside the hospital, and other far away buildings.

Trask's little trial was just beginning.

[Misato Anami]

Misato entered the room and once again received the stares. The glares of Firewing drove them away, yet their reasons for the staring was something unknown to Firewing. Misato’s wings had retracted as she sat down waiting for him to wake… people had seen her in her true form. Sitting down, Misato and Firewing soon broke into discussion about his past. ‘Two years ago… he had been revived prematurely’ thought Misato as Firewing continued to talk. ‘Maybe that’s why his memories haven’t awakened yet.’ As Firewing talked, Misato stared at him with a sort of brilliance that allowed him to talk to her like he used to. She analyzed his movement and his gestures. The way his voice never held a monotone dullness, she knew the rise and fall of his voice when he was unsure of what he was talking about or the solidity of his tone when he was apt in ensuring she understood him. Upon mentioning the dream, Misato wondered if he’d tell her so soon and was somewhat surprised once he told her.

"An image of a woman in white standing next to me with a man in armour standing not too far back next to a woman wearing black. I can't see their faces though but it feels familiar."

'That's our wedding day.' thought Misato into herself. 'So somewhere he still remembers.' The rustle and movements of Tia behind her caught Misato’s eye for a moment. She wasn’t only looking her way inquiring about what she was doing, Misato was measuring who Tia was. Tia of course seemed to be the closest to Firewing, and Misato wasn’t about to hinder that, she would only drive Firewing away, however whether or not her intentions were pure, Misato didn’t know. Tia seemed like a nice woman and acted kindly towards Misato. Shaking the thought of any corruption in the girl, Misato looked back to Firewing as he described the karaoke night to her.

"Sounds like it's an interesting night."

"It is. But I'll be asleep early. What happened last night has tired me out, but feel free to enjoy yourself. Tia will look after you, especially after last time. But for the moment, I'm going to enjoy the day if it remains peaceful for once."

"So what will you do for the day?"

"I think I'll go to the museum. You may want to take a look at it as well..."

After finishing their drinks, Misato stood and was accompanied by Firewing. As he left the door, Tia waved by but grabbed Misato’s arm for a moment. “I need to ask her something real quick…” Firewing shrugged and walked outside. Holding Misato at arms length, Tia stared at her back and looked all around her. “Now I know what I saw was real. You were different earlier. What happened? Are you here to hurt Firewing or what’s going on? What’s the deal with the wings and flying?!” Misato stepped back full of pride.

“You don’t know me Tia. I understand what happened is foreign to you, just as I am to this world…” Misato put her hands on her hips and looked to Tia, “but trust me when I say that I would never bring harm to Ry… … … Firewing. That’s all I can say for now.” The mention of Firewing’s name brought something out in Misato’s eyes that even Tia could tell she wasn’t lying. Stepping back, Tia acknowledged that she was satisfied with Misato’s answer and Misato walked out the door to find Firewing by the door.

The two walked in silence as they headed for the museum. Misato watched around her with steady eyes as she realized she was still stranger to the region. Her eyes swirled and turned to a soft orange, Frey remain above and kept watch around the city. The two walked next to each other, not dominating in their pattern of steps.

The aire between the two demanded respect. Misato walked as she always had. Her steps seemed to never touch the ground as the flow of her body seemed to waver in the calm day. Her head never moved from side to side and her face never changed, yet she was aware of everything. Misato seemed to be ignorant of her surroundings, yet by then she knew every grain of dirt on the ground, every crack in the buildings they passed, and every wrinkle in the faces of the elderly they passed. Misato drew into herself a sense of silence and frailty even Firewing sensed. It was something she always had since her childhood, something she had developed from her training in defending Rydius as his guardian. Again she would take that position. Walking alongside Firewing, Misato’s hands were by her weapons, her hair sailed along her back, lifted up and down by the breeze that praised the city in subtle times. Her smooth white skin basked in the rays of the sun and she drank in what she could of her past. Her awareness sharpened with every passing second and her mind scanned every bit of surrounding. Firewing walked next to her, his body presenting the same demands. They were both deadly, it was a given although with Misato’s appearance she was sometimes underestimated, as Firewing could be at times. His broad appearance and mysterious shadows that enveloped him in darkness kept many people from approaching him. The stare Misato often gave to opponents and the bloodlust in her eyes when it changed to its deathly crimson color often kept others from her. Before her life had begun, before Rydius and her had married… before Rydius even knew her name, Misato knew how to scare people easily with a single look. She knew how to blend in a crowd when she wanted, and she knew how to keep everyone away. Now, experiencing life and love, Misato had changed. She was still able to do everything she had learned, yet now she refused to do so unless in dire need. The two walked as one in a way, their bodies separated, and foreign to one another once again, yet each step had its own sense of rhythm, both entities created an icon in others minds…

Children stood in the street and looked at the two as they walked by. Their little eyes studied their walk and it almost seemed as they understood people better then their elders. They walked around them, even followed them a short ways. The little girls amazed at the woman’s shiny hair and the figure they wished to have when they filled into mature adults. The boys ran behind the man and would marvel at how his cloak concealed his identity yet he still looked strong and cool. Their weapons were interesting to stare at and the children giggled as they made stories up about the two. They kept their distance from the couple that passed and talked to each other about who they were. Finally, as they began to grow tired of their weary game, they stopped and stared at the two until they grew small and out of sight. Their appearance left nothing but a stain upon their minds. Just another couple walking down the street left a hint of awe in the children’s minds. “It’s like they were royalty… You know, like in the stories we read..”

Misato’s body was cautious to move quick, yet her mind slowly drifted back to the past when she used to walk with Rydius like this along the streets during the day. Although there were few ultimately happy times, she could remember where there wasn’t a villain to be defeated, she cherished every moment. The children that followed them for a short time reminded her of the kids who did the same thing to them in their past. They would giggle and point, and when the two would hold hands or publicly show affection, the girls would marvel and sigh, wishing for their lives to be that way. She remembered the sadness in her heart as she knew their happiness wouldn’t last forever, and how it didn’t. How in a few short moments, both their lives were stripped from them. A single moment that could alter history. The wars they endured, the deaths they overcome…

Before Misato knew it, they were at the museum. As they walked the few steps to the entrance, Misato stopped and looked up to the building. ‘It shouldn’t be this way… anything from our lives.. they shouldn’t be here – we should still be in the past…’ Misato looked with a sad face, a bit scared of what she would find in the museum. Firewing stopped and turned around as he held the door open to find Misato standing there with a look on her face that told him she knew more than she let on. She noticed him looking her way and she hurried to the entrance.

Misato took in her surroundings. The smell of the museum, everything it had to offer, she looked as she realized the museum broke up into its separate bits of history. Everything from the most recent to anything that could make legends and myths actual. Walking a bit, Misato watched as Firewing drew into himself and walk around. With a sigh, Misato walked around and once again drew stares, however she didn’t mind. Maybe they thought she was showing off a piece of history, her clothes…

Walking around, Misato couldn’t relate to much of the pieces until a light from her side caught her eye. Turning, Misato saw a room separate with its own subjects. Staring at it, she knew that’s where she was to go. As she took a step, fear grabbed her by the waist and held her there. Misato couldn’t fight her own mind and stood there for a few more moments. The soft glow of the room beckoned to her and soon Misato realized her feet were moving on their own. With each step Misato grew more apprehensive, yet at the sight of the room, her breath seemed to drain from her body and she stood there silently as though she were back in the past.

Misato hadn’t realized that Firewing was also coming to see the room. Standing near the doorway, Misato took a few steps inside the room and gazed at the few objects there. “Home…” muttered Misato under her breath as the only window from the room brought life to her past. To her left, Misato found an old staff, cracked by age and layered in rust, Misato seemed to remember it so well, the glow it gave off, the many times she saw it used… with a plate next to it saying “DATE:UNKNOWN” Misato knew very well how far back along its been since the staff was made. She was there when it was used numerous times. “Nighte…” Misato kept from touching her old friends weapon and kept on along the few objects in the room.

As she tracked along the room, Misato stopped and stared. “Alexia…Alucard…” Misato walked to the weapons and stared at them for a moment. Rydius’ weapons, a symbol of his parents bond an indirect protection made for him, something he could wield and use with a great amount of power… They both had been good at using swords and blades, twin blades became both their choice… Behind the weapon, something hung on the wall. Misato looked and squinted her eyes. Walking towards it, Misato found a column underneath it with few pictures, torn and old, faded and unable to fully comprehend. It was an old picture, small and dusty. A tear threatened to fall from her face, yet Misato held it from perception. Her hair was much longer back then, and her clothes were different, yet being only a few years older, the picture made her look as though she were reincarnated along the family line. The frame had an inscription on it, yet it was unreadable, the letters were unrecognizable, Misato knew what it said. Part of her body was torn out, as part of his face was as well. The only thing really recognizable was that they were holding hands and whomever the man was he was smiling. Misato almost fell to the ground.

Her hand lifted to the picture and Misato hesitated to touch it. Memories of the past flooded her body and soul. Her mind told her to walk away, yet her heart pushed her forward. With shaky fingers at first, Misato’s hand touched the fragile frame. In a split moment, a silhouette of angel wings appeared from Misato’s back. Not there in solid form, the silhouetted image remained there for a few seconds. Her hand traced along the sides of the frame and her fingers soon found their way to his face. The tip of her finger traced along the lines of his face… “it only seems like we did this yesterday…” she said in a low voice to herself.

The silence in her mind soon was shattered by the steps of the few people in the museum. Stopping suddenly in place, Misato’s hand still rested on the frame for a moment. With a sigh, Misato became recluse in her own world as she turned away, turned from her life. With an uneasy feeling, Misato soon wonderedif she were the only one in the room…

[Andromeda]

Andromeda sat in her bed, her covers folded back on itself only hiding her legs and waist. She had been feeling better than the previous days, at least in terms of her physical self. The doctor’s told her that she was making a faster recovery than they expected. They had figured she would just be able to start moving today, but she was already far ahead of their predictions. It had been only half a week since she woke up and she was now able to walk on her own for a length of time, that is. She had walked around the room she was forced to stay in not long ago. But her legs were tired, still a little stiff from her near death experience. She knew that her time to leave would be soon. It was just a matter of rest for her and she would have the strength to walk out of this hospital. That was her hope anyway, it would still be tough she knew, going unnoticed would not be easy.

She laid back into her bed looking up at the ceiling that she was all too familiar with now. It always seemed to plus her mind backwards some where, just the fact of staring made her go through a tunnel in time. Through her mind and into something of her past. But it had been her last dream that remained strong within her thoughts. It was more pleasant than the thought of the scientists that wanted to kill her. She would have to leave that behind her if she could. The thoughts worried her, but far more concerning was the idea of this dream. It was strange, something of Pre-Legends Era, what would make her think up something from school.

All she had learned from school about it was that it was just a theory. Something that they believed to have existed by the creation of the fairy tales and legends that today were made from. As though the legends were true, it was all based on assuming that a handful of artifacts from two millennia ago were actually part of some epic battle. A battle that was not even on this planet, but the mother planet far in the distance were the moon was its neighbor. Back on the moon those tales were heavily spoken, as though they were some sort of fact, while no concrete scientific proof had ever been able to determine the truth behind the myth. Conveniently all that might have proven the truth was lost through time and further wars. Most that was said to house the treasures of this old world was destroyed or raided in a war only a hundred years later by power hungry warlord with connections to the evil that had defeated in the struggle. But that was all myth and tale as well.

Today’s researchers had decided that it was not a war, but result a massive earthquake that ripped through the area around the same time. Records detailing the disaster had been found and given the location and time of the disappearance, it was figured that the earthquake had been the result. Many remained skeptical dispite the apparent truth and people still believe the stories as though it was a religion. She failed to understand it, but what was more important to her was what did it mean. It was quite obvious that the mind works in strange ways, but such a dream such ideas was something of her past something learned as a child.


She had only been able to come to the conclusion that it must had been a stray thought gathered from her stress of her past. It was something she experienced daily on the moon. The tales, the times that would be ahead, shadows that lurk above waiting for the moment. The doom-sayers and end-of-the-world people that cried out that the third judgment was upon them. Heretics, crazies, whatever people called them, they would announce the time of the end was at hand. It seemed like some religious fanatic crying out to the masses, but the people did not really pay them much mind.

More to her concern was the fiction that her dream was, how was it brought into form and existence within her mind. What provoked it, her own answers did not satisfy her enough to be pleased. She wanted to know, there were many legends, she never heard them all. Maybe there was something she had heard and forgotten, but it would not make sense if an era according theory predates the Legends, should have existence in the Legends Era. The two eras were different and distinct, each held a long gap before the other if the researchers were correct. Though maybe the Legends era had their own legends of that time. Could they have survived thousands upon thousands of years of time through spoken word? Maybe she had heard something as a child she had forgotten.

She would have to visit the library for her answers, it might know something to answer this puzzling dream. Why was it so important though, it was just a dream. But she felt determined to solve it as though it was real. She had to push it aside, dreams were dreams nothing more. Her eyes closed and she let herself fall sleep, it would be time to leave soon.

Andromeda passed through thought and mind once again, her consciousness acting on its own to create dreams, images in a strange mixture of her days activities. Nothing strange, until a fog blew in through her images sending everything away. She was alone left to the blackness when a voice came to her. The same one as before in the last dream, her voice the voice of that woman that was like her. “Wake up…”

“What?”

“Your time is now wake up!”

“I don’t understand. Who are you?”

“Wake up and you will know.”

“What?”

“Now go!!” The voice burst through her dreams, the blackness of her sleep wiping away her thoughts. She slowly opened her eyes, hearing a strange noise from the hall. It was the sound of metal crashing to the floor. Angry voices followed, they were wanting something, deep male, several of them. A nurse’s voice came blurred and shaking in reply as something else fell. She pulled herself out of the bed and carefully walked to the door looking down the hall. There was men, soldiers it looked like, they were heavily armed and wearing the same uniforms as a few of those men that had shot at the man. Though this time the police were not with them, they were fighting with the nurse. Then she heard something that rang clear to her ears.

“Stop resisting us, we know that she is hear. We accessed your database, we know that the woman is here. Where is the woman called Andromeda?”


”They want me, why?” She turned back against the wall of the room, her breathing quickly became heavy as she realized why they wanted her. The only reason possible was that those scientists had finally caught up to her again. After evading them for the last few years, leaving no trace of her identity anywhere, her encounter with death revealed her to the world. Those stupid doctors, and worse her boss, if he had not told them who she was, they would not have found out. Now they were after her. She looked back out at the hall, they were getting more violent in their demands, pulling out their guns on the nurse to force her to talk.

Andromeda had to take the chance and run if she could while they were distracted. There was the door that divided the hall close to her. She would be able to make it if she moved quickly. Her feet were still a little stiff, but the thought of being caught gave them strength to move. She took her first step out of the door, hoping that they were still distracted. Her foot heavily came down on the floor, the sound crawled from the hall down, but the yelling of the men overcame the sound. It was her first step made and she followed through to the next step, the door inched closer in her view.

“Stop stalling us.”

“I am not lying it is true the doctor locked the information on her. I can’t tell you.”

Her slowly moved closer to the door, trying to keep her legs moving and not stop. Being back on her feet again gave her some reassurance, they would loosening up again. The stiffness worked its way out as she lifted her leg up each time. Her foot coming back not lighter.

“Quit with the lies and tell us or we will search every floor of this hospital tearing it apart looking for her.”

“I can’t I don’t know her. She isn’t part of my shift.”

The door was almost in reach, her hand began to stretch out to which the handle. Her ears still listening to the conversation. The nurse was brave for standing up to the men. She was lying, Andromeda knew, that nurse was one that checked on her most of all of them. The nurse seemed to have gone past the nervousness and fear of her and would check up on her more often now. She was delaying them, probably hoping for the doctor to come and help her or maybe she was trying to let her escape. But at this point it did not matter, she had to leave.

“Get someone who is then. You and you take the halls and search all rooms on this floor.”

Her hand touched the handle, she had to get out now. She pulled the door, it slowly opened for her as she started to push through the opening.

“Yes sir.” Footsteps sounded as she walked through the door, would they see her. Would she be able to escape in time. Would her feet hold out for her? Could she run if she had to, how long could she run for. Would she collapse on the floor now, stuck in the door unable to move anymore and the men find her grabbing her and taking her away. Would she return to the moon where they would cut her up? What was going to happen? Time paused in the moment as she tossed herself to the ground and through the door getting out of cover of eyes. She then pulled herself up as the door muffled the sounds of footsteps. Soon they would be coming to check this hall and she could not be here.

She found the stairs to the first floor, it was lucky for her that she was near to the ground. She opened the door and looked at the stairs, they seemed to grow longer and deeper as she stared at them longer. It was going to be hard for her to make it down them with legs as they were, but she had no choice. She put a foot down on the first stair and her hands firmly holding the railing as her next foot came down. Each step was firm and strong, though she could feel the slight weakening in her legs. It was coming close to the time that she had normally been on them. How much longer did she have before they would give out on her. She turned the stairs on the landing and continued down carefully each step cautiously. Her left leg was weakening a little more, she could feel her footing giving way in her last step. Her knee had buckled, but the railing pulled her up. She took another step and her knee buckled again, she clung to the railing pulling herself back up to her feet. There was only one more step to go, her paused before lifting another foot, her leg shaking that was holding her weight as the left leg came back down to find the stair. But her body followed through with her leg as she fell forward pulling against her arm as her hands lost their grips and her back hit the metal door as she turned tumbling to the floor.

Andromeda felt the pain that sparked across her back, but it was nothing she had to concern herself with, she had to stand. She pulled herself up on the door handle that was above her, using her arm’s strength she lifted herself back to her feet. The door handle twisted as she lifted herself up sending her tripping backwards against the wall. She had turned the handle accidentally as she had lifted herself up. The lobby was busy as it always was and she walked against the wall to near the door. A nurse approached her, she had not seen this one before.

“Miss are you okay?”

“Yes, I am checking out.”

“Oh I see, have you filled out your papers?”

“My husband is taking care of that, can you get me a wheelchair.”

“Oh yes, of course how absent minded of me.” The nurse rushed over to grab a wheelchair and helped her into it. Pushing her outside of the hospital to a taxi that happen to be. She said it was for her and let the nurse return the wheelchair.

“The City Library please.” Returning back to home would not be safe. They probably knew where that was now. The library would answer a few thi