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Sigma sat in his hotel room as he carefully began to wrap his wounds with his good arm. It was a difficult task, but he wasn't ready to go to the doctor until tomorrow when he knew he'd be awake since he had trouble sleeping at night anyway. He didn't want the Dark Elves to know this secret because even the dead haunt him at night...he braced his arm quickly after resetting it, not making much of a sound save for a hiss of pain and put it into the sling he'd made. It would last til tomorrow, but as soon as he woke, he'd have to go and get it looked at.

He closed his eyes. . .Arvada and Nilsine the two Dark Elves . . . they seemed like good partners. He wasn't as fast as them, but he was just as skilled as they were when it came to his gun. He looked at the weapon sitting on the bed as he sat down. It was a symbol of his strength, his weakness. . . he had received it from the Langel father as a gift. He'd been a jack of all trades, but a master of none. And this crossbow was his personal lucky charm. . . the same night, the man died. . . along with Izod Pita. He closed his eyes, trying to forget the scene he'd run into. . . and the feeling that tightened his chest when he thought about it. It was one of the first times that he was paralyzed with fear. . . and the last time that he wanted to feel that way. As he went toward the bed, he knelled before it and closed his eyes.

"I had a perfect nightmare on a starry torrid sea. I am cast t' prison a' a crippled demon's plea. Th' demon has three faces all are laughing down a' me. Arcane with his filthy lucre sets th' game astride. Doycle with raging might lets forth a ba'le cry. Karma locks now th' metal tomb where I am meant t' die, bu' veangeance is a brutal beast not held by any cell. My wit is steel my gun is wet so sound the reapers bell. Arcane, Doycle and Karma you all shall burn in hell."

He opened his eyes and stood before sitting on the bed. . . He had heard the prayer from a girl who'd lost her family after attempting to leave the Wild Cats herself. . . she hung herself the night after telling him this rhyme. It would be there time eventually, but he had to get back to Empyrean first. That was the biggest problem. Here in Arad, there was no explanation to why he could not return. All he knew was that he didn't meet the proper requirements to go back yet. It was time for trainning. It would be easier . . .

If he'd not been landed on by that damn Slayer from the Sky Tower. . . and perhaps he could have taken the tumble down the stairs with Arvada too had that not happened. . .

He wanted that damn Slayer's head on a platter.

By morning, Aittus was on his way back to the West Coast, his long black hair flowing behind him as he put his hand in his pocket. He waved to the soul stealing Kiri and made his way through the threshold to the West Coast. It was there that he had to make sure that he couldn't be spotted by the Launcher that he'd coincidentally shot at....He had to move quickly to get to the tower...and the puppet tower seemed like heaven right about now....and that was more than enough for the wise young mechanic. "If I can just get to the Towers before that Launcher shows up....I can save my a** and get to where I'm going....that's more than enough for me too..." He sighed and closed his eyes as he continued toward the location, looking around momentarily to think about the current situation...it was going to be a long day, he was sure of it.

~+~

Sigma got himself up slowly, being unable to sleep any longer than a few hours, a curse, but a blessing in the same way. He assumed that was what happened to people that could take human life...and that was an unexplained feeling that rose in his chest every time it ran through his mind. He closed his eyes and frowned...something about the other night was still getting at him too...those dark elves...they were actually rather kind to him and that surprised him quite a bit, a smile curling to his lips before he laughed a little. It was time to prepare for another day at the Towers and some more training. He winced, suddenly remembering why he didn't want to go to the towers....

Maybe today he should focus more on healing and getting to a doctor...not to mention the fact that today would also be a good day to actually do some drinking, something he didn't do too often. He had to man up sometime...and he knew that if the Pita family was here, he'd have to confront them eventually, and he'd rather take his chances talking to the Launcher, Dyaus over his sharp shooting brother Ibsen any day...and Jocasta....Jo was too young to remember him, he was sure of that. But He never really encountered Ibsen either. Perhaps once during the stupid little war Arcane called on the Royal Guard. And they had attacked Ibsen's unit directly...how troublesome. He remembered seeing the Ranger once or twice during their attacks, but he never fought, no, not once did he ever fight the Pita family.

He'd rather blow his own brains out...

Perhaps that was why they did the deed...was it to keep him in line? He started to wonder now, his stomach weak for a moment before he started to dress. It was time to go out for something strong before he went to the doctor. It was time to actually confront his past....it was time to make a full change. He wasn't a Cat anymore, he wasn't a mercenary....he was just Sigma Raider, an orphan that wanted to make someone proud of him.

Some would assume this to be some stupid idea, but to Sigma, it most defiantly wasn't that. It was the fact that he could take on something that was his. Something that he'd been dreaming of for a rather long time, and for that, he was glad. They said he was a tough b*****d with a cold demeanor, but he'd never been cold in his life....just a kindhearted man with a sense of frustration....

~+~

In the same building was Verla and Gaulz, two individuals sharing a room together.

Now if no one knew them, they would assume that they were lovers, but not family. Gaulz was too light, and Verla was too dark. But they were family, Gaulz sleeping in a chair and Verla sleeping in the bed...After all, she did pay for the majority of the room...

"Damnit...." The blond haired Launcher yawned as he cracked his back, "That chair was hell on earth...what the hell is it made of? Stone?"

"Oh chill out Gaulz, it's just a chair, love" She smiled.

"A Stone chair..." The blond glared back at the chair for a moment before looking back at Verla. "So now now what?"

"Well, let's go and grab some breakfast, yeah?"

"Right."

The mechanic made his way up the towers now, his feet taking him from floor to floor. It was time for a nice long adventure that wasn't the end, but another beginning. It was good to be back to the old stuff, but the new stuff left him with a challenge...and like his father, he loved a good challenge. But before he could think of his own personal challenges, he bumped into someone. . . and that someone was the Launcher from the other day. . . oh, "Well s**t. . . " He cursed under his breath.

~+~

Sigma paused at the doctor's opened door and closed his eyes. . . he hated doctors. He closed his eyes and stepped through the threshold to the inside of the office to be seen. It would be a while before he'd get back to the towers...

~+~

Verla yawned as she and Gaulz left the inn once more together. It was a good day to try and find Aittus. . . but when they did find him by Dayus Pita, they both froze. . .

"Oh..."
"...s**t"

Aittus winced and looked up. Not only did he get his dad's challenging feelings, he also got his bad luck, "Ouch. . . "

"Dyaus, now don't go crazy on us here . . .Relax and don't blow a hole through my brother. Charged cannon or not."

"I agree, Ai's my drinking buddy." He sighed.

Aittus sighed, "haha...crystal..." He sighed and looked up, "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen, alright? Ai Langel. I'm the mechanical genius in the Langel Family." He seemed proud for a moment before Verla shook her head.

"Don't mind him, Dyaus. He's my older ditzy brother. He follows my dad, Aijiu's words down to the last line."

"Haha, very funny" Aittus frowned.

The mechanic froze as he frantically shook his head in his own defence, "N-no! No! I would never! I-I only carried her to get some medical attention! And we were making jokes when we were both awake! Now just relax, I didn't put my hands on her, Gaulz was the one making the worst of the perversions!"

Now one thing flashed through his mind....living would be good right about now.

The two looked at each other and then past the Launcher before running around him and straight for the Sky Tower. It was time to make a party and run like hell. Not that the Mechanic and Launcher minded much...and for a five second head start, they took it and kept going. It was like he wasn't even there, but man...if there parents were there to see this...they would be laughing...hard.