Fairy Tail: Next Generation - Volume III

Chapter 25: Until We Meet again

Waru grumbled to himself, as his feet carried him at a fast pace into the facility.Three soldiers surrounded him, as walls of his men block the growing mob, sending them all home as the rally come to an end.

He rushed into the facility, sending men to subdue the escaped Fairy Tail members swiftly, there are only two of them, right? And one's missing an arm.

As he entered the facility, he rubbed his sore jaw and cursed lightly under his breath.

"Problem Waru?"

Waru ceased walking, turning to the white haired boy with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He glared at him obscenely, pushing his hands into his pockets at the moment. "Do you think you're charming, Isaiah?"

"More than some." He shrugged. "I take it your rally didn't go so well?"

"We've got a full blown mob out there now. I want you to go out there and subdue the escaped Fairy Tail members, then perhaps work on some crowd control."

Waru walked off, his three men following. Isaiah stood patiently, waiting for him to turn round the hall, leaving him unnoticed by any prying eye.

He pulls out his cigarette, flicking it to the ground as he stepped on it roughly. Putting his hands into his pockets, he casually walks down the hall, opposite to where Waru went, into the morgue.

It was natural for the facility to have a morgue, many patients died after heavy experimentation, and they needed a place for the bodies after all.

After the facility turned into more of a prison, it was nothing more than a graveyard. The morgue was hardly used, or even stepped into. Which made it a fine hiding place.

As Isaiah shut the door behind him, he took three steps into the room. It had a chill, and only faint lights raining down from the chilled ceilings.

He cleared his throat gracefully. "Good works are done not by good morals, but good intentions."

Isaiah turns his head slightly as he hears the sound of a zip, and a bit of rustling. Out of a partially closed body bag came Lucy Heartfilia, with messy hair and tired eyes.

"Gosh...I'm so hungry..." she sighed, pulling her legs to the side of the table her body bag had been put on.

Isaiah steps to Lucy with a quick pace. He kneels down, looking up to her. "Can you walk?"

"Wait--who are you?" Lucy squinted, her vision weak from the dark she'd sat in for so long. She puts her hands on Isaiah's face, startling him slightly. She yanks his head forward, peering at his as she stretched his face slightly.

Lucy makes a face as she touches his hair and shrugs slightly. Releasing him, she laughs just a bit. "Sorry, you looked so much like my son it scared me. I suppose you were sent by Will?"

"Yeah, and we haven't got long." Isaiah swoops in, scooping Lucy up into his arms with ease, then transferring her onto his back. "I'll take you to the safe house. Your new born kids should be there too."

"And the rest of my family?"

Isaiah glances to Lucy, then looks forward, beginning to move. "Can't give you any promises there."

Lucy sighed, looking as Isaiah carried her to the secret passage way.

"What's your name?"

"Isaiah."

"How old are you?"

"25."

"Older than I thought." Lucy smiled. "I thought you'd be around the same age as Liddan, but I guess not."