Sir Jim swung Bob, his sword, with perfection. He had once read in a fantasy novel where it was stated that if Man is an extension of God's hand, then a sword is the extension of Man's heart. Or something along those lines. No truer example could be shown then what was happening right this instant. The enemy shrieked in pain
"Get him!!", shouted the third shift east wing security team leader. Had he known that would be his last earthly statement I'm sure he would have chosen different. Then again, had he known today would be his last day alive I'm sure he would have called in sick and spent some time with the family. I mean, his only son, Mickey, just got the braces taken off his legs and was making progress walking without them. Bust alas, fate chooses otherwise.
Sir Jim swung around with the speed of those that spin fast. Twenty or so armed guard's stand in formation ready for anything he can dish out at them. All with guns in there hands, wedding bands on their left hand ring fingers and pictures of young ones in their wallets. This is their job, to guard that which gives them a paycheck. Sir Jim stands watching and waiting for the moment to strike. His eyes catch the attention of the lights above the closed elevator doors just to the right of the security guards. He watches as the number three symbol lights up. Then back to the guards. Again to the elevator lights as the number two lights up. He then closes his eyes and waits.
*BING*, goes the elevator.
Sir Jim's eyes opened with flames in his pupils. He lunged towards the guards and the bullets began flying.
Don't worry folks. Sir Jim has on a Suit of Armor after all. Now the bullets hitting him hurt. He can feel them trying to push their way through his skin and into his heart and his forehead. But to no avail, Man's ingenuity is no match for God's grace. The sword cuts, slashes, repels and cuts again. The lucky and the brave die quick. The smart ones run away. In the days to follow lots of wives will be filing insurance claims, and some even lawsuits. Little kids will grow up with only vague memories of whom their fathers were. Now I feel bad for writing this, but I guess that's just me being too emotional at times.
Sir Jim, now alone, knelt and prayed for the lives he had taken. Their souls would now go onto God to be judged. Whilst Sir Jim knelt and prayeth, a behemoth sized machine smasheth through thee wall that lyeth yonder
"There, that building." Fuggly said, pointing at one of the display screens
"There? That's the CompuCELL building. I've never been inside, and no-one I know has a clue what goes on inside."
"Well, my girl. We're both in for a surprise then, heh?", said Dr. Fuggly
Courtney found herself very excited, but still kind of nervous about the whole situation. "How are those bandages holding up?", asked the Dr.
"Oh they feel fine..." she said, patting the bandage on her arm. She felt no pain at all. Now curious she gave a peek under the bandage. The cut was gone! Amazed she pulled the rest of it off. Her wound was healed, as was the rest of her. Just redness from blood stains is all that remainded of hr wounds. Fuggly noticed, "Oh good, I guess those things work then heh?"
As they approached the building Fuggly began flipping a bunch of switches and a mess load of lights started to blink all over the place. The vehicle they were in appeared to not be slowing down at all. Courtney had a feeling that if they didn't slow down they would crash right through the wall . Fuggly was thinking that if they didn't pick up more speed they wouldn't have enough force to crash through the wall. He flicked a couple more switches and punched some few extra buttons for good measure. The vehicle sped up...a lot.
One of the buttons had a protective case protecting it from accidentally getting pushed. Fuggly gave Courtney a firm stare and nodded at her. She was wondering what he was up to. Fuggly flipped open the protective case and braced his hand so his finger hovered over the button. He closed his eyes. The building was getting closer and closer. Courtney's eyes got wider. Fuggly stared at the display. The vehicle got really really close to the building, but only for a split second before smashing through it. The second they busted though Fuggly hit the special button. The vehicle came to a dead stop and made a very very loud noise, and it didn't seem as if the noise wasn't going to stop.
Wow that's loud..., thought Drigmon. I bet that thing that just smashed through the wall down there has something to do with it. The noise seemed to bounce and amplify off every object in the room. It was a high-pitched electric squeal that bent and twisted sounded itself. Drigmon turned to Fanapalla. She curled up next to him and was shrieking the same high pitch that Fuggly's vehicle was. Wow...that's loud too., thought Drigmon.
Drigmon, no longer tied up (physically or mentally), collected himself to his feet. He could feel a tingly sensation on the nape of his neck where Fanapalla had been kissing him. The sound wasn't exactly something you could hear with your ears. It was the kind that shot through you. You could feel it in your chest, feel it with your fingers. Drigmon stared at Fanapalla in pain screaming on the floor. Something felt weird about what was going on. He knew that much. He knew things weren't normal right now. He felt something grabbing at his leg. He looked down,it was Fanapalla. Her face was still beautiful, but different now. The sound had changed her. He reached down and lifted her up to him. She was light as a feather, and it would have been easy for Driggy, but she was kicking and still screaming. A well-landed, but non-intentional, kick in the groin brought Drigmon back onto the floor instantly. Fanapalla landed a couple feet away. Drigmon, now the one curled up, opened his eyes. There now was a desk in his line of vision towards the vehicle that crashed through the wall. His attention was then brought to something that was under the desk. Drigmon removed one hand from between his legs and reached for it. He pulled it close to his line of sight and realized he had just found the most beautiful pen he had ever seen.
In fact it was the most beautiful pen in all existence. It was forged from the finest platinum available anywhere and it had a perfect balanced weight for writing in any script. But Drigmon won't learn of those things till after this adventure is over. He'll bring it home, clean it off and begin writing with it. Oh, the things he'll write with it. But for now he'll put the pen in his pocket.
"Yield Foe!"
Drigmon looked up and was surprised by the site of a man dressed in a suit of armor, pointing a sword at his throat, (neck-hole). Drigmon yielded right away. He rose to his knees and raised his hands above his head. The knight moved in closer and closer. Close enough to smell the newly formed beads of sweat on his brow. The knight took in a deep sniff of Drigmon. Drigmon felt odd at this particular moment. The knight lifted his facemask thing that knights have on their helmets and looked at Drigmon, eye to eye. "My heart tells me to let you be unscathed. That you are of some importance."
The Knight, now looking past Drigmon onto the floor, made a face, which portrayed great distaste. Looking back at Drigmon who finally lowered his hands says, "That Alien women sounds like that odd vehicle over there" as he points to Fuggly's Earthly means of transportation.
"Alien woman?" said Drigmon.
Courtney opened her eyes. She saw Fuggly staring into one of the vehicles many monitors. Courtney moaned. Fuggly noticed her now being awake. He touched a few more buttons, gave a quick glance into a monitor and reached into one of his coat pockets.
"Hello there. Here put this in your ear", he reached out to her and dropped a set of foam earplugs into her outreached hand. You know, the little sguishy ones.
"At least it's not a little yellow fish" Courtney grumbled under her breath.
"Excuse me?" Said Dr. Fuggly wondering what it was that Courtney just said.
"Nothing" grumbled Courtney.
"Hmm..." Thought Fuggly. He checked some more monitors, squinting here, squinting there. Courtney finished inserting the earplugs. To her suprise she couldn't hear a single thing. Not even the cold steady hiss of nothingness. It was as if someone completely turned down the volume on her brain. Suddenly she heard a voice in her head. "I forgot to mention to you, these earplugs are specially designed to disrupt your aural receptors. In other words, it will seem like someone completely turned down the volume on your brain.", said Fuggly. He flicked a few more random switches.
The clarity of Dr. Fuggly's voice in her head was like nothing she had ever heard in a sound reproduction system before. She wondered what the album "Pet Sounds" would sound like if it were put through some kind of sound system like this. "Wouldn't it be nice.", she thought to herself.
"Okay, it's time to get out there. You ready?"
"Hey, What the hell, I guess so. Have I been ready for anything that has happened this past day and a half?"
