The Moon Childe (COMPLETED)

Chapter 10: He Appears

Amelia dropped down from the ceiling hole that she made and looked at Neston and Madeline, who were still surprised that she was still alive. Madeline looked quite angry, but Amelia wasn't worried about her anymore, considering that she tryed to kill her. Amelia met her angry glare with a bitchy look, because she didn't want to help her in any way. Instead of sticking her tongue out at her, Amelia focused her sight on Neston; he looked tired and weak. Blue blood had stained his Rakian officer uniform and covered his auburn furred hand; Madeline's face was as red as Neston's natural fur color, with her lavendar arm blade pulsating with obvious frustration. With a smart-ass grin, Amelia gave a cute little wave to her and turned on her heels to see if James had noticed her still alive.

He didn't; James was still in the fetal position, staring blinkly at his most recent vomit. Amelia whinced at the smell but she knew that she would have to deal with it. She took a step back, and braced herself to chrage at the glass wall; then she remembered that that idea was quite useless, and unlikely to work. Regaining her natural posture, she realized that her only option was to use her own arm blade; however she still wasn't interested in mastering her "blade techinques." But, she couldn't stand the fact that her best friends were being tortured in such cruel ways, she just had to do something. Taking a deep breath, Amelia focused what energy she had left to control her neck device and to jump start her adrnaline.

Instead of haveing her arm changed, a strange, new sensation filtered her mind and cleansed her body. The many mirror wounds on her body began, instantly, painless and unnoticable; her cattle prod burn healed itself and only left a scar; her abnormal heart beat calmed down and returned to normal; her neck device had healed everything wrong with her, even giving her more energy to figth back. Without her ledgendary blade arm, she readied herself quickly and used her silver filtered vision to pinpoint the exact point to aim. She stepped once and fliped her leg over her shoulder and kicked through the thick glass. It shattered, almost entirely, leaving a clear path to James.

She jumped through the broken wall and entered James' darkened cell. His breathing was hollow and shakey; she didn't blame him for being scared, but she was going to need his help if they were going to escape from the heart of the Jusnor headquarters. Carefully stepping over the mini bits and pieces of glass, she knelt next to him; he was unaffected by her breaking into his cell.

"James?" Amelia said close to his face, although staying a safe distance; just in case he had to throw up again. "It's me, Amelia." she gave him a few slaps to his pale face. When she saw no reaction, she craddled his face so her silver eyes met his teal ones; they seemed to have had the life been sucked out of him. "James, I'm alive, snap out of it!"

"Impossible, Madeline killed you, over nothing. She'll get me next, or Neston." A single tear escaped his perfect teal eyes and rolled down his cheek. Amelia saw no hope for breaking him out of his depression; she was always a terrible mood elavator. She knew that when James fell into one of his depressions that he was always a project to get back to normal. But, there was always an ace that she and Madeline were waiting for; but in case of a dire emergency, this was a dire enough.

Amelia leaned in close and stopped as her lips were next to his ear. but he didn't seem to notice her at all, if anything, he was "imagining" her. She whispered the most powerful words she could think of, "James, Alisha has gone backing to drinking, she's beating your little sister again." James' head moved to the sound of his foster mother's name and the mention of her forgotten drinking problem. "She's hurting Alliycn badly, even gave her a broken arm. She's in the hopsital, always asking for you. She doesn't want to see anyone else; she needs you."

Amelia leaned away from James, who was soaking in all of her lie. She hated to lie, especially something about his foster mother abusing his sister, but it was the only that she could get him to fight through a mob of anger Jusnors. He looked at her with his once lifeless teal eyes filling back up with, not only life, but with rage. Amelia, being able to act fairly decent, bit her tongue to keep the ullision real.