fantasynovels: Celestial Zone 2.1 Fanfic Novel - Chapter 4: Fast Hands meets Jianne Makov, Sparks at First Sight?

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Celestial Zone 2.1 Fanfic Novel - Chapter 4: Fast Hands meets Jianne Makov, Sparks at First Sight?

author's notes: ESPers are splited into classes according to their strength of powers. Class As are the most powerful, followed by the middle Class Bs, the rookie Class Cs and the unconscious Class Ds who are not aware of their powers. There is also the legendary Class S ESPers whose powers are off the scale and stand above even Class A. Class S are very rare though.

Fast Hands knew the instant Flair died. He had been running towards the direction of the scream, the outline of the caravan faintly visible through the slight fog. A sudden jolt ran through his body, followed by a sense of a familiar presence disappearing.

Putting this and the feminine scream heard the moment before, he concluded with just a touch of regret that Flair had left his team. “Well, there’s goes another nice set of long legs” Fast Hands sighed, then gave a jerk and stopped running abruptly. Instincts moved his body to leap backwards, finished with a beautiful back flip.

Split seconds later, a loud flash of orange and a loud crash signaled the usage of Bomber’s powers. Hot, burning bits of whatnots and what’s left of a wagon flew through where Fast Hands had been. The fog lifted slightly, Fast Hands could make out Bomber and another man of roughly the same size fighting together.

Bomber is a very big man. He stands at 7 feet 8 tall, has biceps the size of an average man’s head, in short a very huge man with muscles of steel. He had been a former bodybuilder champion 3 times over. Bomber’s opponent, though shorter then him by about feet, had the same body structure as Bomber. It is clear that both are very strong men.

Fast Hands shouted, “Hey Bomber, look where you’re shooting your stuffs!” annoyed that Bomber could be enjoying himself with fighting with an opponent of equal footings.
Fast Hands sense a sudden stirring of powers and ducked down, just as Bomber’s fist hit the ground and sent bit and pieces of pebbles and sand flying his way.

“Shit you Bomber! Finish him up quickly, we don’t wanna dally here!” Fast Hands called sharply, got a spray of pebbles and a grunt for his effort. Shaking his head, Fast Hands jogged briskly towards the distant caravan.

He arrived upon a scene that was beautiful in its uniqueness. Silvery moonlight pooled on a spot, illuminating the lone figure of a woman with flaming red hair and piercing green eyes in red leather jacket who looked about 6 feet 2, gripping a knife with feral intensity.

He arrived just as Jianne looked up. Time seemed to stop as he took in the ethereal beauty. Standing against the wind, his hat flew away, freeing his mane of golden blond hair that resembled a lion’s mane and revealed his shocking blue eyes. His trench coat flapped violently, yet he paid it no heed, enchanted by the scene before his eyes.

“Hey.” Fast Hands said softly.
She replied in a similar manner, staring intently into his eyes, “Hey.”

Just then, things happened all at once. A hoarse scream full of pain shattered the silent magic, closely followed by a loud cracking sound, a muffled boom that reverberated through the fog, and a message that hissed in Fast Hands’s ears.

“Leader, we have company. Pack of seven… no, eight; Class C and B ESPers coming your way from south. Code Blue and Red arriving from on east. Civilian lorry just passed by me towards you, distance about 200 meters. 3 minutes before first contact.”