“Wake up,” that’s what I heard after passing out from all the blows to the face. My vision is blurred I’m trying to stay awake but I lost consciousness; all of a sudden I felt a splash of coldness on my face, and I woke up gasping for air. The man with the deep ominous voice said, “Wakey wakey little man” I replied, “where the h*ll is Mako!” when I was fully aware of where I was, that’s when I started to panic.
Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.
As soon as Flug's shirt was off, it was more than obvious Dementia was _already_ itching to sink her teeth in. Needless to say, she'd never actually seen so much of him before - The scars that contrasted with the pale skin upon his scrawny frame was hardly a surprise, given the fact that they _all_ had gained scars at some point (How couldn't they, working for Black Hat?), although it made curiousity as to what was underneath the paper bag almost unbearable. She leaned forward to place soft kisses and gentle nibbles across the pallid skin, sharp teeth nipping softly at the collarbones that stuck out just a bit too much and tongue lapping against his quivering throat. In the process, she tried to peek underneath the bag, to no avail. To her dismay, she couldn't see anything.
He wakes up on the cold, clean surface of a table rock. A rough candelabra flickers at his side as he stirs. Next to it there's three cut roses. Red. A look around and he finds he's in a cave. At the end of one actually. The air is mossy, thick. He doesn't know why he's here or how. Worse, he doesn't know who he is or who he was. He remembers this is called amnesia.
“You don’t need to call me sir. If you go to the end of the carriage, there should be one. You’d better change into your robes. We’ll be arriving soon,” the giant said, looking out of the window at the countryside view.
“My King,” Earl Michal says, moving through the door. “The nobles are clamoring for your presence. Word has spread throughout the castle of what has transpired between you and the Prince.”
“AAH, I must have overslept!” The Hero rushed towards the window, and he saw that Monster Zero must have been busy for at least a few hours. He gathered all his weapons, and ran towards Monster Zero, somewhere where he could not be seen. “Alright, all monsters have a weak point, so where could it be……..aha! Monster Zero’s neck isn’t covered by any scales, so I must attack there!”
He headed down the long hallway and back into the throne room. He came up to his fathers throne and bowed before him. "Father," Voronborn started, "I have something to say. I think you might want to hear it."
“Now, I got to go, but I’ll contact you just as soon as I know something. In the meantime is there anywhere you could go? I don’t like the thought of you home alone with all of this going on. Can your sister come over to stay with you for a while?”
Kheiron trotted over, offered me a hand and helped me up. “Aiden and Mason, on behalf of the Kingdom of Sirethiel, I thank you. You have restored our land! Gordok has been banished, and Zander has his staff so he can arise as king to lead the creature of our land in honor and fairness. Well done!”
“It most certainly is not,” retorted Phillie. “Freddie is that terrible man from those awful movies made years ago. The man who would attack children in their sleep.”
“Now, why would I do that?” His smile spread as he walked closer, careful not to overstep his boundaries. “I have no reason to feel sorry, Your Majesty. Each person I came across, every encounter, every conversation: they all had a purpose. That purpose… well, you already know. You’re the living proof of it! You owe everything you have to me, and this is the thanks I get. There is nothing to repent. There is a natural order to this world, and those who try to overcome it do not fare well. You did, but it seems now you’re casting me
The man with the black briefcase walked briskly towards the meeting room, prepared to discuss an hour and a half on his soon-to-be time machine at the seminar. There had been many talks on constructing one, yet no one had tried or began. No one had the resources he had or the skills and dedication he had. He had started working and planning on it three hours to four hours because he believed he could do it and that he would do it.