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"Why, hello. Have you come to take me away?"
Matthias stood bolt upright suddenly, drawing his fist back defensively at the noise. Everyone in their right mind would be asleep at this hour! Jesus, even the guards were!
He slowly glanced around, muscles tensing. A little girl was CHASING HIM!
He rotated around, throwing a punch. And hit dead air.
"Woo... calm down, Matt..." he said to himself, pushing his hair back. It kinda just... poofed right back up into it's original position. "Paranoia is bad. Now, who said that?"
"Me!"
He turned to follow the voice. A young girl, sixteen, maybe seventeen, stared back at him. Her eyes were a strange blue color, very deep, and accented by her incredibly pale complexion. Everyone seemed to be pale on this planet, Matthias thought, frowning. He was always the pale one back where he came from...
She was considerably hot, he thought, but gave off that creepy "I-belong-in-a-sanitarium" vibe. The teddy bear she kept babbling incomprehensibly to didn't really help. Her hair seemed to do things that defied gravity- no, wait... those were wings. She had black hair and black wings sticking out of her back.
Matthias raised his eyebrow.
"What's with the wings?"
The girl paused, considering, then replied, "I... don't know."
Matthias blinked. The girl certainly didn't look like much of a threat, and she must have done something to piss off Larkin... which was always OK in his book.
"Uh... you need outta there?"
He took a few steps back, turned his cybernetic arm toward the cage walls, and charged. WHAM. He leapt forward, throwing all his weight into it (which is a considerable amount). The impact shook seemingly the entire dungeon.
Three or four charges later, the door was down.
"What's your name, anyway?"
"I am Farrago. Who are you?"
"I'm Matthias. Well, grab your bear and stay close. We're gettin' my sword and we're gettin' outta here."