Surviving in Battle City

Battle City, Crazy Portal, and Admirals

About three days later, Mom had just gotten me into another one of those hot pink dresses with a matching set of heels and a matching bow when Dad walked in. He had the mail in his hand. He went through it carefully, handed me one of the envelopes, and set his bag down. I opened the envelope and pulled out a letter.

"Dad, Mom!" I called out to my parents, "I've been invited to Battle City!"

"Not bad, darling. You'll be going there alone, though," my father called back.

"I'll get ready!" I shouted as I ran up the stairs.

A week later...
I arrived at Domino Airport. I walked outside and passed an empty alleyway with a fire escape on each side. A portal opened up, which was not a good thing. Following my instincts and using my magic, I created a set of four ropes and tied them around the fire escapes. Seconds later, a blue-skinned male with glowing-red eyes and blue-black hair fell out of the portal. I caught him with the magical ropes, which wrapped around his chest and waist and stopped his fall. 

Ow! He's heavy! C'mon, girl, ya got this. Just a little farther, I thought as I gasped at the sudden strain of the magical harness-like thing I'd created. It took every ounce of my energy and strength to slowly lower him to the ground. The pressure in my chest kept growing with each passing second, constricting my lungs and throat. As soon as his feet hit the concrete, my legs almost gave out. I nearly collapsed, panting heavily as I put one hand onto the wall and leaned on the said wall for support. I felt a hand tap my other arm and looked up to see a pair of glowing-red eyes gazing directly into my sapphire-blue ones.
"Are you all right?" I heard him ask. His voice sounded far away, and I had gone way past my limits. My world went black, and I fainted. 

             After a few minutes, I had enough strength to come to. I gave a tiny groan as I opened my eyes. I saw the fabric of a uniform and instantly knew that someone was holding me. I hated being carried in any way, so I tried to free myself. I felt the hands on my shoulder and knee tighten their hold, scaring me outta my mind! I needed to get free! Please, don't throw me! Put me down, please! Please don't hurt me! I thought as I kept trying to break free. My eyes met a pair of glowing-red eyes, renewing my fears as a panic attack crept up on me. A hand touched my cheek, startling me into stillness. I felt that hand move up and down my jawline, slowly calming me down. Sleepiness took hold, so I burrowed my head into the fabric to take out any light sources and fell into a finally peaceful sleep. 

Thrawn's P.O.V.
             I came out of some type of portal. I thought that I was about to be seriously injured when a set of four ropes wrapped around my chest and waist, forming some sort of harness. I looked at the ropes more closely and realized that they were glowing a golden-yellow. I heard a faint noise and looked around to find the source. I had not expected that a young woman was using some type of ability to control the ropes and lower me to the ground slowly. Only one emerald-green eye was open. She gasps and tenses, indicating the strain on her small frame. At last, my feet hit the concrete. She nearly collapsed in a matter of seconds, and the ropes were gone. I walked over to her. Her right hand grips her chest as her left hand presses into the wall to support her weight, and she's panting heavily. I tapped her left arm, causing the girl to look up at me with her sapphire-blue eyes as I asked, "Are you all right?"
             Why is it that her eyes are blue now when they were green previously? Does it have something to do with that golden glow on the ropes? I thought as I waited for a reply. She didn't answer me, which was concerning. She fainted, but I caught her before her head hit the concrete. I picked her up and carried her in a bridal-style hold, not wanting to drop her. As I had thought, she was so small and thin. About a second later, a strange young man in a white trench coat rounded the corner. His eyes were a cold glacier blue. His stance holds a great deal of tension, quite like a warrior's. His eyes show anger, though it is not directed at either the girl in my arms or me. His anger seems to be directed at someone that I do not know.
         "Where is Azaria, the American Duelist Champion? Marik, if you've so much as harmed a hair on her head, I'll blast you into next year!" I heard him growl. I looked down at the young woman and realized that Azaria was her name, but the name Marik was unknown to me. 

                A small groan escaped her lips as her eyes opened. She noticed that I was holding her in seconds and started to try and wriggle her way out of my arms, clearly wanting down. I simply tightened my grip in response, which caused her to squirm even more as she tried her absolute best to break free. Her bright blue eyes meet mine and widen as fear takes hold of her mind. I carefully adjusted my grip to a one-arm hold as I touched her cheek with my other hand. She stopped moving, surprised by my actions as my fingertips traced her jawline. Her eyes were quite wide, but they soon went back to normal as she slowly relaxed. She subtly leaned into my touch, indicating that she trusted me at last. She burrowed her head into my chest to block out any light, completely relaxing as she fell asleep. I felt her breathing deeply as she slumbered in my arms.