Heaven's Warrior

[*Hope*]

Okay, this is a repost of this story, since I've been gone for a very long time and the original thread is lost somewhere. I'll post all of it for those who haven't read it before, and new parts as they come for those who ahve, and still bother me about it. Because I don't want to overload anything, I won't post the entire thing (it's not finished yet) right now, but I'll get it done pretty soon. Hope you enjoy!

One more thing. This is a slightly based off Zone of the Enders, but if you haven't palyed the game, don't worry. It's only slightly based.



Prologue: Prelude to Terror



Clip, clip, clip. The sound of shoes on tile floor echoed drastically in the otherwise silent hallway. White lights illuminated the metallic hallway. Door after mechanical door passed by on either side, each diagonal to the last. Silver plates with a code of numbers and letters announced the purpose and function of the rooms to those who worked there. Everything about the hallway was high tech and sterile. Lights blinked off key card slots on each door and hidden cameras recorded the movement and noise of everyone passing.


The particular man who strode down the hall stopped and looked up at one of the invisible cameras, a camera he was privileged to know the location off. Probing with his eyes he found the black dot on the ceiling that marked the machinery’s presence. He stared hard into the soulless pit and muttered under his breath.


“Always watching.â€

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Chapter One: Blood and Guns


The steady beeping of a heart rate monitor rose above the other noise in the room. The monitor shared a screen with other vital physical data as well as mental activity and a 3-D diagram of a young man. A scientist stood next to the screen, scribbling away at calculation on a clip board. Every few minutes he would glance at the screen, push up his glasses, and shake his head. These activities were frequently accompanied by mutterings and exclamations. The young scientist dropped his pencil onto the clipboard and let out a loud sigh. He turned around and addressed his superior a few feet away.

“Dr. Morin, we cannot proceed with this. My calculations show only a 20% chance of success. Besides, it’s very clear to anyone who looks at the subject’s data that there is a high amount of mental activity going on in his brain. We can’t risk him waking up.â€

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Chapter One Continued ^^;;


As you wish. Riven broke contact with ADA and focused on finding a way out. He reached out both hands and laid them against the smooth glass. Closing his eyes he focused on the glass. Jagged green lines mirroring the pattern on Jehuty gleamed just beneath his skin and blinked out. The glass gave a shutter and exploded outwards with in a shockwave of power. Riven spread his wings to catch the air but they were to wet. He dropped to the ground into a sitting position. He eyes stared intently at the ground until he could stop gasping in great breaths of air. Concentrating again, he dissolved his wings into a flurry of snow white feathers. Wet as they were, they'd only get in the way at the moment. Riven slowly lifted his head to look at his captors. They were all staring in horror at him. One held a gun but his hands were shaking so badly Riven doubted he'd be able to aim, much less pull the trigger. Carefully raising himself off the ground, Riven stood up on now steady legs. One of the doctors shook himself and yelled an order. "Stun him, you idiots!" Several men reached for stun guns but Riven was too fast. With lighting speed he reached the first man and grabbed his gun, meanwhile thrusting his elbow into the man's gut and flipping him onto the ground. He dodged the stun ray off another gun just in time. Sliding to the floor he whipped his legs around and toppled the second man, driving a fist into his chest as the man came down. Riven stood up and looked behind to find the other scientists reaching for guns and he bolted towards the door. He jammed the open button and fled down the empty corridor. He focused his mind in Jehuty and felt its presence in a large room just a few hallways away. Gritting his teeth, Riven picked up his pace and raced to his freedom.
"Here at Oso Corps we pride ourselves in making the most technologically advanced machines of our time. Hundreds of professionals labor everyday to help make our future a better one. Among our employees are some of the most renowned…" Renee blocked out the chiming sound of their tour guide's voice and instead concentrated on the building around them.

Why did we have to go on such a stupid filed trip anyway? she grumbled to herself. A Mizone Highschool sophomore, Renee was forced every year to accompany her classmates on a trip to the business that made her hometown thrive. Many of her friends' parents and relatives worked at the Oso Corps, whose primary focus was innovative devices. Renee, however, had always suspected an ulterior motive. On the outside, Oso Corps was a network of brilliant engineers trying to prosper the human race, but there was sufficient evidence to suggest otherwise. Absolutely no one was ever allowed past a set of plain looking "doors" in an otherwise bare hallway. Renee had once caught a glimpse of someone entering the hallway on a previous field trip. High tech gadgetry lined the corridor inside and out. Many of the doors down the hallway boasted the sign for radiation. Also, Oso Corps owned a large plot of land about one hundred miles from the town, in the middle of the desert. Residents nearby reported explosions and strange lights appearing daily. Several times Renee had seen government agents in the lobby and that said nothing for the fact that all of Oso Corps inventions were somehow related to weapons. Renee's suspicions of Oso Corps' deception only grew every time she was forced to visit, so she'd decided to take matters into her own hands. As the tour group rounded a corner, Renee kept on the straight path that would lead her to the "doors". She continued casually down the hallway, pretending she was supposed to be there and fervently hoping no one caught her. Her class wouldn't notice her absence for a while. Rounding a bend she came upon the very object of her suspicion. In front of her loomed the ominous "doors". With a glance to see if anyone was around, she placed a hand on the door. As she was reaching down towards the doorknob she was startled when it suddenly turned. With a squeak Renee ducked into a shadowy corner and waited as a man in a lab coat exited. As soon as he turned the corner she leapt for the closing doors and caught them just in time. She quickly pulled herself inside and the doors clicked shut.

She stood in the hallway she'd seen before, surrounded by metallic walls and blinking locks. Staying close to the wall, she continued down the hallway. When she came to the end the hall split into to two different halls, each was leading into an opposite direction. She started violently when fast-approaching footsteps came from the hallway on her left. Before she had time to react a boy who looked around her age came racing down the hall. He halted in surprise a few feet away from her. Renee thought her heart would leap out of her chest. She'd been discovered. A second glance told her this young man was probably not going to report her. He was completely bare foot and dressed only in a skintight wet suit. She blushed when she realized how easily his well-toned muscles showed through. He had short, silvery white hair and a pair of the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. Both young people stood suspended in time for a few precious seconds.

Then footsteps came from the hall the boy had just come racing up and he shook himself out of the trance. With a nod in Renee's direction he took the hallway to her left and sped away as quickly as he'd appeared. Realizing she should probably take his queue, Renee ran as fast as she could the way she'd come and bolted out the forbidden doors. She didn't stop running until she reached the back of her class. Slowing to a halt she gasped in air as sweet relief and a burning desire to know more swallowed her up. Pushing both aside, Renee forced herself to absorb every word the tour guide was saying. But lingering in the back of her mind was still the question she wanted answered the most. What is Oso Corps up to?


Riven sprinted around the corner and was greeted with a blessedly familiar sight. A catwalk about three stories above the ground stretched across a huge garage. Next to the catwalk stood a magnificent human shaped metal machine. Jehuty. The imprinted jagged lines in its outer coating began to glow fluorescent green as soon as Riven approached. A scientist who stood near Jehuty and hadn’t noticed Riven jumped a few feet back and adjusted his glasses. Riven ran to the orbital frame, ignoring the scientist who exclaimed in surprise. Placing his hand on the cold metal of the advanced weapon, Riven closed his eyes. The same lines that glowed on Jehuty began to radiate underneath his skin also. He smiled. It was good to feel something familiar. The metal around the cockpit flowed back to reveal the pilot’s seat and inner workings of the machine. Riven opened his eyes and sprung into the cockpit as the metal closed over it.

“ADA, its good to see you.â€

[*Hope*]

Chapter One Continued...again


“We need to evacuate the building. There is no need to worry, as everything is under control.â€

[Godly Paladin]

And there it is, in all of its paragraphed glory.

[*Hope*]

Yes, paragraphs!! It finally worked! I'll post more soon!

[Esoteric]

Ah, yeah, I remember this story! *waits for new parts*

[TurkishMonky]

Vey intriguing. I like it. Please continue to write.

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Chapter Two: Memories


Edward Hideo came to a stand still and gazed up at the stormy gray sky. Rain fell in big droplets, splashing in puddles already over-sized. He put his hands in his pockets and went on his way again, a solemn smile upon his face. Lightning zigzagged across the enraged sky, putting and extra spring into Edward’s stride. Rain was okay, but lightning meant a storm, and Ed didn’t really want to be caught up in one. His clothes, water-sodden and weighed down, hung on his tall frame limply.

Pulling his jacket a little closer, he hurried down an unreputable street Oson city. He’d somehow managed to get himself lost when he’d gone investigate a case for his job on the outskirts of the slum-like inner city. Picking up his pace yet again, Edward cringed as thunder crashed directly above him.

Up ahead, Edward saw something white floating on top a puddle. Sprinting over to it, he knelt down and carefully picked up the object. It was a large, snow white feather. Ed didn’t know any bird with wings large enough to have feathers that big. He turned it over in his hands again and than stuffed it in his pocket. Caal would like it. He’d always been into to nature things. A soft caress on Ed’s shoulder caused him to jump in surprise and spin around. No one was there. Putting a hand on his shoulder he found another feather, identical to the first. He examined this one too. There was no apparent difference; both must have come from the same animal. He slowly raised his eyes to the sky, scouring it for whatever had dropped them.

Only the elements gazed somberly back at him. With a sigh, Ed took a left at the next corner and repressed a shudder. A pair of gleaming blue eyes peeked out at him from under a ragged brown blanket. Nothing else could be seen of the person. Only the eyes. The beautiful, dangerous eyes.


A light-brown haired boy sat wearily in his desk, chin in hand, and pencil eraser tapping against the wood. He sighed for what must have been the hundredth time, wishing in vain that the last bell would ring. He’d hoped to play basketball with his brother, but it didn’t look like it’d work out in this weather. What had happened to sun? Not twenty minutes ago it’d been beaming down like no tomorrow. A voice jarred him out of his thoughts.

“Mr. Hideo, for the seventh time, would you please answer number fourteen?â€

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Chapter Two: Continued


Riven murmured assent and stood up as the door closed behind Ed. He made his way to Caal's room and stepped inside, not bothering to turn on the lights. It was very tidy; everything was in its place. A neatly made bed was positioned across the room from the door. Riven walked over to it and pulled back the covers.

A picture caught the corner of his eye and he picked it up from Caal's desk. Two little boys with arms around each other smiled and waved to the camera. What appeared to be an amusement park bustled on behind them. Riven moved his thumb across the one on the right. He was a little brown-headed kid beaming into the photo. Without warning, a tear slid across Riven's cheek and fell onto the glass of the frame. He was looking at a younger version of himself.

A few vague memories of that trip floated in his head. He and the other little boy had begged his friend's brother, probably Ed, Riven mused, to take them on all the roller coasters and Ed had gotten sick. They'd bought cotton candy and rode the Ferris wheel at the end of the day. The whole park had been lit up like a fireworks display. Riven smiled as he remembered.

Setting the picture down, he undressed and pulled on a pair of pajama pants. He settled himself under the covers and soon his breathing slowed. For the first time in a long while, Riven felt hope.

[Mave]

I'm not much of a reader and have only recently poked my nose into the Writing section.

I enjoy reading this story so far. The general plot may not necessarily be super unique (But who knows what will happen next, neh? ) but what really attracted me to this was your ability to describe everything well enough that I can visualize the scenes fairly with ease and good flow. That, I consider excellent writing. I look forward to more.

[Shadowchild]

woah that is alot of typing.... o.o

[*Hope*]

Thankies guys!

Yeah, the plot isn't super unique. It started out as just a 'i'm bored and feel like writing story', so that's probably why.

Words! Yay!! Yeah, no that I look at it, that is a lot. And there's more. .... lots more. ^^;

[Godly Paladin]

Wow... That's like...the first update in...like...a DECADE!!!

[/valleygirl]

Nice to read something new, Hope.

[*Hope*]

Okay, SUPER long update. Like ten pages. I wanna hurry up and get to the
new parts.

WARNING: There is some blood in this chapter. It's nothing too bad, but I thought I should mention it just in case.

Chapter Three: The Wrath of Heaven


Riven's eyes fluttered open to a serene, sun washed room. His muscles tensed immediately, ready for action, but than he remembered where he was and relaxed. He snuggled back into the blankets, not wanting to lose their warmth, and emitted a small sigh.

Someone was banging around in the kitchen. Riven smiled. It was a strangely comforting noise. The racket stopped and the TV started up. The channels changed a few times and finally decided on what sounded like the news. Riven tuned in to what the anchorwoman was saying.

"We have some breaking news today. A seventeen-year-old boy was reported missing this morning. Riven Morin, the son of Dr. William Morin, was last seen in his father's office at Oso Corps at around ten o'clock yesterday. Police are on…"

Riven froze in shock. Dr. Morin. Where have I heard that name before? His thoughts grinded wildly, trying to turn out an answer. I know! One of the scientists at Oso Corps yesterday called a man Dr. Morin. I know he's not my father, my parents are dead and… that was sudden. He smiled despite the circumstances. Maybe his memories were coming back after all.

Riven steered his mind back onto the matter at hand. Come to think of it, I got out of there around ten o'clock. His eyes widened in horror and he shot out of bed. He frantically began to rummage for his clothes.

They must be looking for me. I have to get out of here. Another thought hit him with such force he dropped his remaining article of clothing and steadied himself on the desk.

They know! They must know about Ed and Caal. I can't let them get to any of us. He slipped his shirt on and buttoned it. He raced for the door but it opened and he crashed into Ed. Riven hurriedly backed up and tried to find a way around his friend.

"Slow down, Riven. What's wrong?" Riven gritted his teeth. He could easily push past Ed but he didn't want to hurt him. He met Ed's eyes and spoke earnestly.

"We have to leave. Tell Caal we have got out of here!" Ed put a hand on Riven's shoulder.

"Listen, I don't know what you're talking about and Caal's at school, its nine, but I've got some good news. I found your father. He's looking for you; they have it on television. Isn't that great?" Riven lurched out of Ed's grip and stumbled backwards.

"He's not my father or my foster father!" Riven watched his friend's eyes soften.

"I know this must be hard and all, you not remembering anything. But we can get this all sorted out. Let's call the number they had and talk to your dad." Ed took a step back when Riven looked up at him. His eyes were wild with determination and urgency.

"He'll kill you! He'll kill you and Caal and take me back there! I can't let him do that! I don't have time to explain. I'm sorry I got you into this mess but we have to go. Please, trust me." Ed swallowed hard and eyed his pleading guest.

"Alright, but promise me you'll explain when there's time." Riven nodded solemnly.

"I will. Where are your keys? We have a class to crash."



Ed pulled his car into a visitor parking space and pulled the keys out of the ignition. Riven leapt of the vehicle, making a beeline for the front doors of Mizone Highschool. Ed quickly caught up with his friend.

"Do you know what class Caal's in?" Riven asked hurriedly as they approached the doors.

"Nope. We'll have to ask at the office." Riven swung open the heavy steel doors with ease and started to run down the hall.

"Where's the office?" Ed drew alongside and pointed to a door just down the hallway. They reached it and Riven quietly opened the doors, drawing the attention of the two students and several secretaries inside. He was trying to hold his urgency in check, fearing he'd alert someone to the fact that something was wrong. They strode quickly up to the front desk.

"Excuse me, ma'am. I need to talk to Caal Hideo. Can you tell me what class he's in?" he asked politely. The plump woman at the front desk looked up from her computer screen. She had outrageously styled hair, so overly curled and crimped it looked fake. Her cat eye glasses framed dull, droopy eyes, with which she regardless them annoyingly. She looked extremely bored.

"I'm sorry. Mizone Highschool does not release student information to anyone but legal guardians." she replied in a nasal voice. Her expression never changed. Riven was about to give her a second chance, but a better opportunity presented itself. The office doors flew open and two policemen, guns raised, moved in. One of the girls in the office gave a squeak. Both officers trained their guns on him as soon as they saw him.

"Sir, please come with us." Were they kidding? There was no way Riven would even consider it.

"I'd rather not." he replied dully.

"I'm afraid that's not an option. We're under orders to do whatever it takes to bring you in." answered one of the men.

"Figures." Riven mumbled. With lightning speed that gave neither man time to react, he launched himself at the first man, grabbing his arms and bringing them over his head as both of them tumbled to the ground. The other policeman lowered his gun, unable to shoot because his buddy blocked his aim.

As Riven and the man rolled in a somersault he twisted the man's arms around and grabbed his gun, finishing by rolling off the top of him and into a standing position, gun trained on the second man. Hardly having time to react, the other police officer shot, but missed Riven by a good breadth. Riven rolled to the side and landed in back of his opponent. As the man turned around Riven dove into him, knocking both of them to the floor, one of the officer's arms pinned beneath him.

The man tried vainly to grab Riven's gun but Riven snatched the officer's arm free arm and pressed a thumb to a certain spot on his neck, causing the man to pass out. He leapt up nimbly, all of the action happening in the space of a few seconds. Ed stared open-mouthed at him. Riven drew the gun up and pointed it at the secretary, his voice coming out in a low whisper.

"Let's try this again. Where is Caal Hideo's class?"



Riven sprinted down the hall, his gun held in both hands and pointed towards the floor. Ed was panting somewhere behind him. Riven skidded to a halt in front of the door and slammed a booted foot into it. Ed watched in disbelief as the metal hinges bent and almost gave way.

Riven spun around swung his elbow into the door and sent it flying into the opposite wall of the classroom. Someone screamed from inside. Ed grabbed the doorpost to steady himself and watched as Riven calmly entered the room, gun visible to all.



Caal was startled out of his trance-like state when a thud and a groaning noise came from the class room door. It bent sharply inward and almost fell through. His teacher jumped back and stifled a scream. Someone to his left shrieked as the door came flying across the front of the room and crashing into the wall.

The teacher stared wide-eyed at the demolished door and than turned slowly to the door frame. A figure stood in the shadow of the doorway. It stepped into the room and the light and Caal tumbled out of his chair in shock. His best friend, the one he hadn't seen in two years, walked to the center of the room, a gun in his hand. Caal's own brother leaned in the doorway. Caal wasn't sure why he'd thought his friend would be the same old Riven.

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Chapter Three: Continued


The young man in front of him was a completely different person. He was taller by a good six inches than he'd been before, with a good deal more muscle. His hair was silver-white, and just a bit longer than it had been, sweeping down into his eyes. His face had lost any remaining childish pudginess; it was leaner, sleeker, and smoother, just like the rest of his body.

And there was a hardness to him, something that wasn't like him at all. He held the gun like he knew how to use it; his stance was the stance of a fighter, confident and ready. When he spoke, his voice was deeper also, unbroken and rich. Was this the same youth Caal has known those two years ago?

"I need to speak with Caal Hideo. It’s very urgent." Caal stood up and made his way around his frightened classmates to his friend.



Riven turned his head and held his friend's gaze, relief flooded his azure eyes.
What precious little he remembered of his friend seemed to match the young man standing in front of him.

"Caal, tell him he's crazy. You have no idea what we've been through and he still won't tell me why." Ed breathed from the doorway jokingly. Caal smiled.

"Riven, you're crazy." Riven stifled a laugh and regained his composure. "It's serious though. We need to get out of here." Caal nodded.

"Alright, I trust you." he replied. "Some how I knew you would." his tone of voice was genuine. They picked their way to the door and Ed, who'd now rested enough to continue. The three stepped out of the classroom and Caal voiced the thought on everyone's mind.

"Where now?" Ed looked at Riven who looked down the hallway and tensed. A group of policemen and a SWAT team where running down it and towards the little group. Riven grabbed Caal's arm and raced the other direction.

"Not that way." he said almost humorously. "Is there another way out besides the front doors?" he questioned Caal.

"There's an emergency exit near the back of the school." Ed stuck his head between the two.

"It'll do." replied a thoughtful Riven. Caal took the lead as they hurried down the halls of the school.

As they turned a corner somebody collided with Riven. He barely flinched, but the person fell backwards. The girl on the floor looked up at him with surprise and opened her mouth to scream when she saw his gun. Riven bent down and pressed his hand against her mouth.

"Please don’t scream." he asked quietly. She nodded and he took his hand away. With disbelief he realized it was the girl he'd seen at Oso Corps.

"You!" he breathed. She looked about to say something but he cut her off. "No, don't talk. The less you know of me the better. Please, just pretend we never saw each other, it's for your own good."

She looked at him defiantly, but Riven decided to make his exit. He quickly caught up with Ed and Caal. Caal stopped in front of a metal door with a pad lock. "This opens to the school's back lawn and athletic fields. It's locked though." Riven raised his gun and aimed it at the lock.

"No problem." he said over the gunshot. The lock fell off and Ed opened the door. The three companions stumbled into the blinding light outside. Before them stretched a massive field of neatly trimmed grass. Footsteps thudded close behind and Riven lead them in a sprint for the front of the school.

Not three feet later a troop of police officers came around the side they were headed for. A bead of sweat rolled off Riven's face as he spun to head in the other direction. No good. More law enforcement officers came from there to. A man in a khaki coat followed by yet another flock of policemen came through the door Ed, Caal, and Riven had come through not moments before. Riven backed up slowly.

I could outrun them, no problem. But Ed and Caal can't. He gritted his teeth.

That left one solution.


Morrison studied the three young men before him. Two were around the same height, one had brown hair and the other had silver. The latter gripped a gun tightly. The third was a younger version of the brown haired youth. Those would be the brothers, Ed and Caal. That meant the gun toting youth was who they were after.

"Riven Edge, by order of the Oson City police, drop your weapon and hold up your hands." Morrison watched the youth decide. This kid wasn't crazy enough to think he could take them all on, was he? Morrison was pleased to see Riven drop his weapon to the ground. The other two looked at their friend in disbelief.

But instead of raising his hands, Morrison's quarry fell to his knees and his hands dug into the soft earth. Sweat dripped down his face and onto the ground. His teeth were tightly clenched together, a look of pain and determination on his face.


It only took Riven a second to make his choice. He dropped the gun, watching it fall to the ground almost in slow motion. He initiated the process in his body, feeling pain and a tingling sensation creep up his back. The fiery hotness of the pain flared quickly and he dropped to his hands and knees, gasping and sweating.


Caal watched his friend in horror. What was Riven doing? He had been so determined to get away, but now it looked as if he was giving up. A pained intake of breath drew Caal out of his trance. Riven was breathing very hard, intense pain evident in each ragged breath.

"Riven…?" Caal hesitated. Riven's shirt tore in two places on his upper back. The smooth skin underneath stretched taut and broke open, leaving two gaping lacerations.

"Riven!" Caal heard his brother call with anxiety. The wounds grew larger and a soft mass coated in warm blood began to emerge from each cut. The growths grew bigger and taller, the blood on them running off in rivulets revealing white underneath. Suddenly Caal realized what was happening.

Wings! Riven was growing wings. The pair of feathered appendages reached skyward, their full height over eight feet. Blood still dripped off them, falling into Riven's hair and clothes. His breathing slowly returned to normal and his body relaxed again.


Morrison stood stunned.

"How did he…? Wha…?" he stuttered. Riven stood slowly until he was at full height. The wings beat down once, shaking off the excess blood. A pair of blazing, ethereal eyes searched out his own.

"What will it take…," a menacing voice cut through the silence, "…for you to leave here?" Morrison's eyes hardened into a glare. He had never backed down. He would never back down.

"I am under orders to…" "NO!" He was cut off by an outburst. "Forget about orders! What will it take for you to leave here?" Impatience laced the voice of the winged speaker.
"I never back down." retorted Morrison meaningfully.

"Fools!" came the reply.

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Chapter Three: Re-Continued


Renee sat stunned, her emerald green eyes wide in disbelief. It'd been the same boy she'd seen at Oso Corps. She gingerly touched her cheek where is hand had been. It was still warm. She remembered the gentle but firm hand. A slow blush crept over her cheeks and she shook her head. No, Renee. Pull yourself together. She stood up and dusted off her skirt.

What was it he'd said? "Forget about me." The words echoed in her head. Fat chance. Something was amiss here and she wasn't going to be left out of the circle. As she replayed the scene her mind she came across a vital piece of information.

Caal and Ed had been with him. The single recurrent question popped into her head once again. Why? Why should she stay away from him? Why were Caal and Ed with him? Why was he running? The mystery man could answer all of her questions, she was sure.

It revolved around him. But Renee had no hope of ever seeing him again. Than it hit her. She cursed herself for not having thought of it before. A spark of determination entered her eyes as she fled quickly down the hallway.



"Chief! Hey Chief!" An annoyed glint crossed the chief's eye and he waved off the man he'd been talking to.

"What now?" he replied exasperatedly to the young wreck crew worker who'd so badly needed his attention.

"We found something. I think you should see It." the man breathed. The chief let out a disapproving grunt.

"Can't you do it yourself? I hired you so I didn't have to do it all." The younger employee shook his head vigorously.

"I know, but I really think…" The chief cut him off with a glare.

"Alright, but this better be worth my time." The two men of the wrecking crew began to rapidly walk through the vacant and crumbling warehouse. It was scheduled to be destroyed so a mobile suit part factory could be built. The crew was just following their standard procedure of assessing the building to be destroyed. A few empty warehouse garages later the chief was losing his patience.

"For your sake I hope we're almost there. I don't have time to waste on petty decisions. This is what we pay you…"

He trailed off as the object the 'petty decision' was to be made about came into view. It was, in fact, very far from petty. The chief's jaw worked slightly at the sight of an immense structure towering to the garage ceiling.

"We think it's a mobile suit, sir." chimed in the crewman.

"Well, that's obvious. Any dimwit could see that." The captain's insulting statement was actually a kind of ruse to hide his surprise. The machine was different than any he'd ever seen before, and by the looks of it, someone had dumped it here recently. There was nothing junky about it.

"Probably one of the new models." the chief mumbled. "Should we call the government, sir?" The chief's brain was racing. A suit like this would fetch a hefty price. Enough to live comfortably for a long while. On the other hand, whoever owned the mech was probably coming back for it.

"Um, well, uh…" He cleared his throat. What should be done indeed?


Riven gritted his teeth and drew his icy eyes away from the officer in charge. He tilted his head to the left slightly, where Ed was standing and spoke softly.

"Ed, I want you to take Caal and get out of here. Get as far away as possible, but don't go home. I will find you." A determined look crossed Ed's face and he nodded. He put a hand on Caal's shoulder and smiled sadly.

"Let's go." Caal's face twisted with anger.

"NO! I won't leave you Riven! We can help!" Riven turned to his other friend and looked over him calculatingly.

"It is better that you go. I cannot fight my best if I have to protect someone." Caal threw Ed's hand off his shoulder and took a step forward, fists clenched.

"I'm staying whether you like it or not. You need my help." Riven's eyes flashed and for a moment uncertainty flitted across Caal's features.

"Go. Go now." Caal opened his mouth for a retort but Riven cut him off with a downward slash of his hand.

"NO! I will not here any more of your excuses! Now leave!" Caal glared at his friend but allowed Ed to lead him away. As soon as the pair turned around they began to run. Riven nodded, relieved. He turned his attention back to the police.

"If you ever hurt them in any way, I will make you wish you never laid eyes on me." Riven's face and voice were the picture of cool serenity, but his eyes betrayed his true emotions. They blazed with cold fiery, waiting to be unleashed. The lead cop eyed him suspiciously and burst out laughing.

Riven only watched him warily. When his laughter had died down the cop smiled and spoke.

"Those are big words, but can you back them up? Whatever you think, you are still Oso Corps' lap dog. I am here to return you to them." Morrison's eyes widened a hair when jagged green lines flashed underneath Riven's skin.

"I am no one's lap dog." The grass at his feet stirred slightly in a nonexistent breeze. Green ran up Riven's skin again, this time continuing to fade in and out. A greenish gust sprang up near his feet and spiraled around his body.

He held out both of his hands to his sides, palms facing Morrison and his gang. The wind snaked down his arms and into his palms, forming two balls. Morrison watched, eyes narrowing, waiting for Riven to make a move. Some of his men fidgeted behind them but he motioned for them to hold.

He himself tightened his grip on his gun and readjusted his finger on the trigger. The barrel held a new kind of bullets, rubber ones with a taser-like tip that pumped 50,000 volts of electricity into whatever they hit. They should do the job nicely. Almost quicker than the eye could trace, Riven leapt towards them, crossing his arms and flinging them out in front of him, the balls of energy blasting forward. Morrison's face registered shock and then fear.

The boy had moved quicker than he'd anticipated. He pulled the trigger once, twice, three times even as he heard the guns of the others around him going off. The balls of energy dug straight into the earth on either side of them, but the smile at the horrible accuracy of the boy that had crossed Morrison's lips quickly dissipated. Huge shockwaves sped out from where the balls had hit, sending ground and greenish air rippling horrifyingly fast at the officers.

The bullets were blown out of the way by the waves and Morrison had no time to react. The waves crashed into his body as well as the men around him. The air was knocked out of his lungs and he suspected several of his ribs cracked. He was thrown to the ground several feet away from where he had been standing. His mid section screamed with protest when he tried sit up and he only fell back down, breathing heavily. His brow furrowed.

I underestimated him! He chided himself.

But it seemed the boy was not quite done with him yet. Morrison managed to prop himself up just enough to see Riven striding slowly over to him. He frantically groped for his gun, but spotted it yards away. His eyes turned back to the young man, watching him advance slowly.

Something silvery and liquid-like slid out of the youth's arm, near his wrist, and solidified into a foot long blade extending from his wrist. Riven stopped and knelt down beside Morrison, eyes flashing icy daggers. He deftly swung the blade, letting it come to a rest uncomfortably snug on Morrison's neck.

"I warned you once. Count this your second warning. I never want to see your face again." He straightened and faced the other direction, away from Morrison, but he didn’t take a step further.

Morrison watched in satisfaction and horror as a steel tip protruded from Riven's side. Crimson droplets dripped from the tip before it was yanked out.

[Godly Paladin]

Gaak! Overload!

[*Hope*]

HAH! So you DO have a limit to how much you can take, GP!

[starstoryteller]

Whooh. I LOVE Riven. hes so Bad@$$. yeah I'm back from the dead.

[*Hope*]

I'm back from the dead too! Yay!

Yeah, you all know the drill. She disappears for a year and then we have the MEGA OVERLOAD UPDATE MODE!!!! So, guess what, it's that time again!
BWAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!


Chapter Four

WARNING: A little more blood in this one, but not bad.

Riven turned grimly around, preparing himself for flight, and stopped dead in his tracks. Fiery pain laced up his side as something cold and hard slid through his side.

He found himself staring in the face of a heavily breathing police officer. The man's hand dropped off the knife and his body collapsed limply. Riven stood in shock for a moment and then looked down to his wound. He'd been too confident, believing no one would be able to stand after his shockwaves.

He gripped the hilt of the knife and slid it free, gasping as it tore at his flesh. It was a bowie knife with long, sharp teeth. He dropped it to the ground, watching it tumble to land beside the unconscious policeman who'd stabbed him.

Hot blood ran down his side to pool at his feet. He tore off a sleeve from his shirt and wrapped it around his wound, securing it tightly. The wound protested, and he gritted his teeth. He beat his wings down, ignoring the screaming in his side and took to the sky.


Morrison watched Riven soar gracefully away and allowed himself a grim smile.

"Not a lap dog, a wolf." He whispered.


Meanwhile, Ed and Caal were a few miles away in a large park. They’d gone their often with their dad and Riven when both were little. It was a nice getaway from the hectic city atmosphere of Oson. There was even a stream and a small lake and sometimes people were swimming or out in boats.
They’d gone fishing there numerous times. Right now, the two brothers were pushing their way through the thick underbrush of a large clump of trees.


The overgrown branches and thorns caught at their pants and jackets, but they kept on. Caal heard Ed mumbles something under his breath up ahead, and he was sure he’d agree with whatever the complaint was. Had it always been such a chore to climb through this grove?

When they were younger they’d stumbled upon a little clearing in this very grove of trees. It was well hidden and they’d spent many hours playing all sorts of games away from other people. Caal was sure it had been years since either one of them had visited this place; maybe that accounted for the thicker than normal foliage.

His brother exclaimed in triumph a little ways away and Caal hurriedly fought his way to him. The clearing was still their, albeit smaller and more weedy than the last time they’d seen it. Ed sat down in the middle and gazed up at the sky. Caal joined his older sibling.

“How is Riven going to find us here? He probably doesn’t remember ever coming.â€

[Esoteric]

Well, it may have been a year in coming, but it was worth the wait to finally know what happened next. Yay!

[*Hope*]

Yay! They like me!

Anyways, thanks to some questions by a reader on FF.net, my inspiration for this story has renewed itself. When I finish typing my English paper on Hamlet, hopefully I can get started writing.

*cracks fingers* Alrighty, let's do this.

[starstoryteller]

Yae ^^ this is so awsome! I love love love love it!