Preview of Ch. 5: Believe
Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 12:03 am
Ch. 5 still in the works since I'm busy with training
Ryo's Story Ch 5 version 3: Believe
Present Day
Pacific Ocean
“I will always be with you… Always and forever…”
The young girl opens her eyes as she looks at a tattered picture. A picture longing for living color and bright smile. The girl gently brush her right thumb of a young man’s face. The man wears a black blazer uniform and is sitting on a brown bench in front of the high school that they both went to once. The young man being next to her in the picture as he hold her hand as she too wore a high school uniform.
Staring at his tantalizing eyes, she silently folds the small picture in a flower origami. Tears flooding her cheeks for each moment that she looks at the picture.
“There was nothing I could do… to stop what happened between us” the young girl replies.
Placing the flower origami into her black pilot suit, the girl dries her tears from her eyes and looked straight ahead.
“Will I ever see him again, Chiba?” asks the girl “Will I see him just once with my own two eyes?”
Chiba remained silent for a brief second. Suddenly, the gentle hum of electronic and monitors slowly brighten to life.
“Yes Hana-san, you will see him” said the AI “You will see Ryo Iwamura again.”
Smiling, Hana-san looks outside of the airplane she and her Chiba were inside in. Dawn slowly entering the blue skies and white clouds with ease.
“Captain” radios the pilot “We are green light to proceed.”
“Very good” said Hana-san, “commence operation: White Flower.”
Green light initiated, Hana-san closes the hatch of her Arm Slave and silently grasp the flight controls.
“I miss you, Ryo.”
**
Jill Island
Present Day
I silently looked outside of the window that overlooks the calm blue ocean. The white sandy beach that is so close, yet far from my touch. Blinking once, I stared back at my morning breakfast.
Portuguese sausage with scrambled eggs and two scoops of rice.
My name is Kyle J Huwata and for now, let's just say I'm off duty for work- for now.
I sigh as I ate my breakfast and stared at the widescreen TV mounted on a corner. The Dining Facility (DiFac) seemed vacant at the moment because the weekend has finally come.
The TV seemed to talk of a certain explosion that occurred at Los Angeles nearly three months ago. For some reason, a business corporation building was bombed by Navy aircraft from the 59 air squadron when a F-15's targeting systems malfunctioned.
Which caused the missile to target the building at midnight in March.
That's odd, I thought to myself, F-15s are not supposed to be flying that low of a altitude anyway, especially in a busy city like LA.
“Damn pilot must have been off his medication to fire his Hellfire missile at that building” whispered a female voice.
I turn my head to the left and my face blushed red.
It was Captain Angel Myers.
The female captain saluted me first and I saluted her back, since I was senior to her rank.
“Geez Angel you should be careful with your voice” I said in a flustered voice.
Damn, I hate being caught off guard. Especially when its a nice lady like Captain Myers of all ladies.
Gesturing the young captain to join my table, I turn my focus back to the TV as I continued to eat my breakfast. Although my eyes were locked at the TV, I could feel that Angel was staring at me with admiration. I probably have something on my mouth that my napkin did not catch when I wiped my mouth earlier.
“Captain, is there something on my face that you find so attractive?” I ask Angel honestly.
And you thought I didn't notice you staring at me.
Angel's face flushed red as soon as I stare at her lovely face and I smiled a little. Taking a napkin on top of the table, she tries to hide her blush face and I leaned my face closer to her face. I suddenly felt the napkin on my cheeks and nose as I stare at her tantalizing eyes.
Why is love so mysterious, for a lady who appears so holy.
“You missed a spot, sir” said Angel with a foxy smile “I'll help you wipe it off from your face.”
Taking her napkin away from her cheeks, she brushed the white napkin against my right cheek, and I felt a couple of rice grains stuck against the napkin. As she brush the napkin away from my face, a waiter accidentally bumped into my chair while carrying a meal for another officer.
My face lurched forward, causing me to kiss Angel right on her lips. A lock on target, merely happening by coincidence.
For a kiss to happen in a blink of an eye, I enjoyed what little time I had with that short kiss and I pulled away. Suddenly standing up, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As I exhaled, I slowly opened my eyes and was about to speak to Angel when something caught my eye from a distance.
A bright light? Isn't that a...?
“Angel, get down!” I yell at her as I tackle her to the floor.
KABOOM
Hearing the sound of an Arm Slaves' Gatling gun ricocheting into the dining facility caused me to take Angel's hand and sprint out of harms ways.
What the hell is going on here!?
“We are out of here Angel!” I yell out to her as my adrenaline spiked into my system.
Dodging bullets left and right, Angel and I darted towards the kitchen area.
Fires from the cooking grill and the wok stations were spouting up to the ceiling, causing the sprinklers to trip and to spout out cold water. Plates fell to the floor, along with glasses and utensils from the top shelves.
“Kyle” Screams Angel “Where are we going!?”
Gritting my teeth, we pass the marked green exit sign. Pushing the double doors, we turned right and ran down the hallway as security forces and other combat personnel were busy arming themselves while running.
“Sergeant!” I yell towards an incoming security personnel “Hand me your side arm and ammunition.”
The sergeant unfastened his Beretta 92 pistol and handed me three clips of bullets.
“Sir, the Commander ordered all officers to sortie into tactical gear and head towards the fortress. The Commander also launched level four, code yellow” said the sergeant.
“Roger that sergeant. Ensure you rescue any wounded and take them towards the fortress” I said.
Ensuring the pistol was loaded and clicked into the safe position, Angel and I ran to the end of the hallway and turned left.
Coming out to see the island, we both gasped.
Our island, was already becoming burning red and black from the Armed Slaves' attack. Two groups of gray Venom Arm Slaves were destroying the base with standard Gatling guns or sharp Halberds. Angel came closer to my side as we both ducked from the intense heat and destruction.
“Angel, here's what we'll do. When I say go, you will sprint to the door straight ahead and not look back. After that, turn right and head up to the fortress.”
Her eyes started to tear and nodded as I continued my orders to her.
“As soon as you get to the fortress, sortie into tactical gear and arm yourself with any weapons they have available. Do not come out of there until any of our personnel gets in and says the right entry word” I said with a husky voice.
Looking out of the door, I motion Angel to come beside me one more time before she departs.
She tugs at my sleeve and I stare back at her lovely brown eyes.
“What is the entry word, Kyle?” asks Angel softly.
I turn away as my mind was blurred with so many thoughts and emotions. Looking back, I softly whisper to her.
“Mithril...”
Her expression was beyond my expectation as I yelled at her to run as I fire at incoming suits that had two red piercing eyes. I could not turn back to see if she made it to the other side because I have to protect her.
“Get some!” I exclaimed wildly at the suits while they fired at me.
Bullets passing near my body, I dodged their fire with extreme speed and leaped out of the side rail.
There is no way that I will give up this island to the enemy. Not while I am alive and no other person will.
This is my story
And this is, our heart's stories.
Believe...
Ryo's Story Ch 5 version 3: Believe
Present Day
Pacific Ocean
“I will always be with you… Always and forever…”
The young girl opens her eyes as she looks at a tattered picture. A picture longing for living color and bright smile. The girl gently brush her right thumb of a young man’s face. The man wears a black blazer uniform and is sitting on a brown bench in front of the high school that they both went to once. The young man being next to her in the picture as he hold her hand as she too wore a high school uniform.
Staring at his tantalizing eyes, she silently folds the small picture in a flower origami. Tears flooding her cheeks for each moment that she looks at the picture.
“There was nothing I could do… to stop what happened between us” the young girl replies.
Placing the flower origami into her black pilot suit, the girl dries her tears from her eyes and looked straight ahead.
“Will I ever see him again, Chiba?” asks the girl “Will I see him just once with my own two eyes?”
Chiba remained silent for a brief second. Suddenly, the gentle hum of electronic and monitors slowly brighten to life.
“Yes Hana-san, you will see him” said the AI “You will see Ryo Iwamura again.”
Smiling, Hana-san looks outside of the airplane she and her Chiba were inside in. Dawn slowly entering the blue skies and white clouds with ease.
“Captain” radios the pilot “We are green light to proceed.”
“Very good” said Hana-san, “commence operation: White Flower.”
Green light initiated, Hana-san closes the hatch of her Arm Slave and silently grasp the flight controls.
“I miss you, Ryo.”
**
Jill Island
Present Day
I silently looked outside of the window that overlooks the calm blue ocean. The white sandy beach that is so close, yet far from my touch. Blinking once, I stared back at my morning breakfast.
Portuguese sausage with scrambled eggs and two scoops of rice.
My name is Kyle J Huwata and for now, let's just say I'm off duty for work- for now.
I sigh as I ate my breakfast and stared at the widescreen TV mounted on a corner. The Dining Facility (DiFac) seemed vacant at the moment because the weekend has finally come.
The TV seemed to talk of a certain explosion that occurred at Los Angeles nearly three months ago. For some reason, a business corporation building was bombed by Navy aircraft from the 59 air squadron when a F-15's targeting systems malfunctioned.
Which caused the missile to target the building at midnight in March.
That's odd, I thought to myself, F-15s are not supposed to be flying that low of a altitude anyway, especially in a busy city like LA.
“Damn pilot must have been off his medication to fire his Hellfire missile at that building” whispered a female voice.
I turn my head to the left and my face blushed red.
It was Captain Angel Myers.
The female captain saluted me first and I saluted her back, since I was senior to her rank.
“Geez Angel you should be careful with your voice” I said in a flustered voice.
Damn, I hate being caught off guard. Especially when its a nice lady like Captain Myers of all ladies.
Gesturing the young captain to join my table, I turn my focus back to the TV as I continued to eat my breakfast. Although my eyes were locked at the TV, I could feel that Angel was staring at me with admiration. I probably have something on my mouth that my napkin did not catch when I wiped my mouth earlier.
“Captain, is there something on my face that you find so attractive?” I ask Angel honestly.
And you thought I didn't notice you staring at me.
Angel's face flushed red as soon as I stare at her lovely face and I smiled a little. Taking a napkin on top of the table, she tries to hide her blush face and I leaned my face closer to her face. I suddenly felt the napkin on my cheeks and nose as I stare at her tantalizing eyes.
Why is love so mysterious, for a lady who appears so holy.
“You missed a spot, sir” said Angel with a foxy smile “I'll help you wipe it off from your face.”
Taking her napkin away from her cheeks, she brushed the white napkin against my right cheek, and I felt a couple of rice grains stuck against the napkin. As she brush the napkin away from my face, a waiter accidentally bumped into my chair while carrying a meal for another officer.
My face lurched forward, causing me to kiss Angel right on her lips. A lock on target, merely happening by coincidence.
For a kiss to happen in a blink of an eye, I enjoyed what little time I had with that short kiss and I pulled away. Suddenly standing up, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As I exhaled, I slowly opened my eyes and was about to speak to Angel when something caught my eye from a distance.
A bright light? Isn't that a...?
“Angel, get down!” I yell at her as I tackle her to the floor.
KABOOM
Hearing the sound of an Arm Slaves' Gatling gun ricocheting into the dining facility caused me to take Angel's hand and sprint out of harms ways.
What the hell is going on here!?
“We are out of here Angel!” I yell out to her as my adrenaline spiked into my system.
Dodging bullets left and right, Angel and I darted towards the kitchen area.
Fires from the cooking grill and the wok stations were spouting up to the ceiling, causing the sprinklers to trip and to spout out cold water. Plates fell to the floor, along with glasses and utensils from the top shelves.
“Kyle” Screams Angel “Where are we going!?”
Gritting my teeth, we pass the marked green exit sign. Pushing the double doors, we turned right and ran down the hallway as security forces and other combat personnel were busy arming themselves while running.
“Sergeant!” I yell towards an incoming security personnel “Hand me your side arm and ammunition.”
The sergeant unfastened his Beretta 92 pistol and handed me three clips of bullets.
“Sir, the Commander ordered all officers to sortie into tactical gear and head towards the fortress. The Commander also launched level four, code yellow” said the sergeant.
“Roger that sergeant. Ensure you rescue any wounded and take them towards the fortress” I said.
Ensuring the pistol was loaded and clicked into the safe position, Angel and I ran to the end of the hallway and turned left.
Coming out to see the island, we both gasped.
Our island, was already becoming burning red and black from the Armed Slaves' attack. Two groups of gray Venom Arm Slaves were destroying the base with standard Gatling guns or sharp Halberds. Angel came closer to my side as we both ducked from the intense heat and destruction.
“Angel, here's what we'll do. When I say go, you will sprint to the door straight ahead and not look back. After that, turn right and head up to the fortress.”
Her eyes started to tear and nodded as I continued my orders to her.
“As soon as you get to the fortress, sortie into tactical gear and arm yourself with any weapons they have available. Do not come out of there until any of our personnel gets in and says the right entry word” I said with a husky voice.
Looking out of the door, I motion Angel to come beside me one more time before she departs.
She tugs at my sleeve and I stare back at her lovely brown eyes.
“What is the entry word, Kyle?” asks Angel softly.
I turn away as my mind was blurred with so many thoughts and emotions. Looking back, I softly whisper to her.
“Mithril...”
Her expression was beyond my expectation as I yelled at her to run as I fire at incoming suits that had two red piercing eyes. I could not turn back to see if she made it to the other side because I have to protect her.
“Get some!” I exclaimed wildly at the suits while they fired at me.
Bullets passing near my body, I dodged their fire with extreme speed and leaped out of the side rail.
There is no way that I will give up this island to the enemy. Not while I am alive and no other person will.
This is my story
And this is, our heart's stories.
Believe...
