Fenrir woke up.
His eyes darted sideways, looking at his surroundings. His brain tried to process the thoughts in his brain one by one. His head aches because of that. He could feel his legs and arms, but he doubt he can move them now. His memories was a bit blur. Although his breathing was shallow and forceful, he was sure the organs inside him somehow got the least bit damaged. Damaged? From what? He looked up at the sky. There was no sky. Trees. A lot of them. High up and all green. They were covering the skies as if they gulped it down. Fenrir closed his eyes and waited some more.
Half an hour later, he could feel his hands, his fingers. He can moved them. His lungs were probably back, as he can breath better now. The left side of his head still aches though. Moving his toes, he realized he was stripped to the waist. Where was his shirt?
Trying to sit up was a pain. He could practically feel every muscle in his body protesting against his wishes and wishing it could get better, he crossed his legs. Yes, everything was back now. Every bit of his body was already regenerated including those inside of him. What hit him was that the memory before the regeneration was still a blur. Everytime he died, the memories was always a bit blur. How many days or weeks did he take to generate now, he wondered.
Standing up, he tested every moving parts of his body, from his eyes to the diaphragm. Everything was back now. Including the memory from before but he felt that there was more to it.
"This place is... the forest," he mumbled. "Ah. That's right."
He looked around and finally found a small mound. He dug it up and found all his equipments there. He thought he could remember why he buried them there. The water bottle, his weapons and some bits of plasters were there but not much anything else. He had to take care of food by himself. Well, this is a forest, right? Must've some kind of fruits here or some rabbits.
"First of all though," he strapped the sword belt onto his waist, "gotta find the others."
His memory came to him in a trickling bit but he can remember almost of what happened before though. He remembered the mission he had come here with, the guys from Ju Squad, the days and weeks he and the others had endured. The war that ravaged this place. And, of course, the reality that something was happening here that shouldn't have happen.
"Frames. Where the hell did they get those from?" he asked himself.
He decided to move. Probably find a river or a source of water. If he's lucky he could find a village or some kind of human population along the river. He was sure he read about rivers somewhere, saying if you follow a river, you're bound to come into some sort of human encampment. Hoping it wasn't one of those bogus magazine he always read, he moved without a direction. Looking up was completely gone. The trees were too bloody big. There was no road or signs of them. This place was too deep.
"Bloody forest and bloody trees. Damn, this freaking head ache won't go away," he said.
He smacked his head.
Everything came back in a flash.
He drew his guns and pointed them towards everywhere. He remembered the attack that came at the middle of the night. The guys were watching. Haff was going for his shift, after his own. There was some sort of rubble somewhere, a lot of bullets were fired. Haff was hurt, he could be sure that he saw a bullet went right through his chest. Then, everyone was shouting and shooting at the darkness. The fire in the middle of the camp was too small to lighten up the darkness of the forest. The guys brought up their Frames, and he remembered Oppis requesting for Berserk mode. He was shouting something then. Damn. That's right, he had been shot a lot too, bullets tearing muscle and muscle. He could remember and felt that his left arm came right off. His neck was bloodied. He couldn't see that clearly. Must've been one of the eyes gotten shot.
Firing only a gun with his right hand, he remembered the words vividly.
"Get away from here! Take Haff! Inso, get them away from here, hurry! Leave me behind, I'll hold them off!" he remembered shouting them.
Then, there was a lot of protesting but a rough voice broke through them all and they were gone in a flash. Ling came in front of him and took Haff. Haff wasn't moving. He cursed then.
"We'll be waiting at Yourell. Once you generated, try to remember," Ling had said before he was off in his blue sky Frame armor. Wings already deployed, he took off too with Haff in his hands.
"I won't guarentee how long you gotta wait, though," he had said then.
He shot and shot and shot. All at the darkness. Then, one Frame suddenly appeared in front of him.
"A Frame? Who the hell are you?" he had asked.
No reply came.
He shot at it only once before one huge sword was brought up. Then he was dead.
Fenrir breathed in deeply.
"Yourell," he said to himself.
Fastening his guns back onto their straps, he walked forward. Well, no use sitting here and regretting. They got ambushed while carrying out a risky mission. Somehow, the radar didn't pick them up. Those guys must've known. Somehow, he didn't see through them either. He was sure that bloody Frame was the problem. Who the hell was that?
Orbital Frames. Those words rang out to him. He used to had one himself, riding out to war and Jobs with it. He can't remember much of those days now, though. Mostly because of the damn Regeneration Node inside of him.
He was one of the Immortals. Not that he can't die, but he can regenerate all of his body parts, right down to the brain, if he got at least one cell left behind. He didn't know exactly what they had done with his body but he knew then that if he got this inside of him, he would go out to battle more and that he can save people more. Right then, there was only 9 Immortals. He knew that 5 of them were on the Other's side. They were Ellerian and all 5 of them weren't humans to begin with. 3 were elves and 2 were Mullies. Mullies are another form of humanoid but they were bigger, stronger and more capable then the average human. They have these scales on their arms that differentiate them from humans. 4 were on Dissidia. One of them, he himself. The other 3 were on other Factions, most probably. He knew that 1 of them were Mullies and another one was a Jingard. Jingard are not considered humanoid since they resemble nothing like humans and instead they were in the same category with espers, them being all shifty and can shape sometimes. The other one was a human like him. Although, he only met him once. He was a cyborg. Part of his body was machine and he was sure that the other part was only supported by the machine one. He was old then. Old-looking. Green eyes, very sharp. They met only once and he said only these words.
"Don't forget that you will die someday. But not from a bullet but by Death himself."
He will remember those words for all eternity.
He smelled something. A river was nearby. He walked, his nose leading him.
Some minutes later, he drank from a clean-looking river, bedded with rocks on either side. It was quite shallow, considering the position it was in. Not at flat ground yet but not that far from a mountain too. He was sure that it was a mountain. The huge piece of earth sticking out right of him. He kept that as a beacon. If there's going to be people, they would be at the foot of the mountain. Keeping his sight at the end of the river's bend, he kept going. The water was cool to the throat and very refreshing but they taste something like salt and sugar all blended together. He didn't like it that much but nevertheless the water bottle was filled up with it. He didn't know when he would reach human population.
"Damn," he said.
Dusk was showing when he reached a steep edge of a hill. Trees were growing but not that thick as before here. The undergrowth was full of brown leaves. He looked down and saw a neat little village, not a village but a farmer's land, most probably. He decided that he would go to it. Shirtless as he was, he was sure the man would probably help him. He had to hide the weapons, though. And he had to make up some sort of story.
"Bloody Frame," he went down, leaning on trees while doing so, to keep him from rolling downhill with his head between his legs.
"Those 2000 credits gotta be worth all of this!"
And there we go!
Watch out for the next part! Oh yeah, if you're still puzzled: No. The story isn't arranged chronologically.
Oh and as for what happened before? We'll see if it comes out next part, eh?
See ya!
I was wondering if... maybe I could draw Fenrir?
Then again.. I'm not that good at drawing.....
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