Good afternoon. This is my first fanfic, hope you enjoy.
He had to get out of here. Someone had to take a stand, and if the Revolution wouldn't do it, then he would. As the man fled the scene, he heard the cries of anger ripple through the streets behind him. He could understand their anger. If someone were to ruin years of his planning, he may well have felt the same way. Unfortunately for them, the rebel knew that their plan was condemned to fail, and was certain that he had to act immediately if he ever wanted to escape the city.
“Laren!” A voice shouted from behind, but the runner was not going to listen. He, too, had been planning this for a long time now, and would not let his so called allies get in the way of it. Once he had escaped, Laren would return with all the help needed to release the people of the city. The Revolution's plan was reckless and foolish. Laren knew; he'd helped develop it.
Initially, he'd suggested his plan to the Revolution. A genius, faultless plan, which would assure their freedom. But would he listen? Would any of them listen?
But that wasn't important any more. That was behind him, and so were the Revolution. If he allowed himself to get distracted by thoughts like that, he would assure his own downfall, quite literally. He had no doubt that his allies would try to stop him at first. In fact, he welcomed it. The thought of a mob of soldiers chasing him down certainly increased his pace. The leader of the Revolution was a determined, callous man. Laren would be shot down where he stood. So he wouldn't give him the chance. In time, they would see that his plan was the right move. He'd be seen as a hero, the great conqueror of Volna. The name Laren would forever remain in history as a legend. All he had to do was keep running.
He dashed through the mud-stained streets, his leather boots firmly beating against the ground as he ran. The thin, brown alleys of Volna allowed easy traversal for those who knew them well enough. Laren had ten years of experience, being adept at moving around unnoticed. Having planned his route through the city a few year ago, he had learnt it off by heart, knowing all the little alcoves, the tread of the ground, the people who used the streets and most importantly, the way to lose those following him.
However, the Revolution knew these streets almost as well as he did; Laren found it necessary to teach them the ways of the city in order to survive the brute force of the government. Which, incidentally, was the second problem he would have to face.
The city guards of Volna were no fools in the art of defence. They had positioned guard posts around the entirety of the city edge so that they were almost unavoidable. As such, the rebel concluded that an attempt to avoid them was pointless. He would do something that the guards would never expect. He intended to run straight through it.
A loud howl disrupted his thought process. Without a seconds thought, he plunged into the first porch he found, bringing his back right up against the wall, and becoming completely silent. As he breathed in and out slowly, he cursed quietly. How could he have forgotten that eventuality? Though it wasn't an often used technique, the use of Mightyena as tracking hounds had increased significantly in recent years. It simply hadn't crossed Laren's mind that the Revolution would have a way of tracking his movements so easily. There was nothing for it. He had to get rid of his trackers, and he could only think of one way to do it.
Walking out of the alcove, he quickly reached down to his belt. Gripping one of the small, spherical objects attached, he brought it up in front of him. He swiftly expanded the red and white object, before pressing the centre button, releasing a red light out from inside. The light flew speedily on, curving and expanding until it formed the shape of a large, three headed bird. The creature began to leap into action, only to realise it was not where it expected to be. As the three, brown heads turned around to face Laren, he responded with haste. “Change of plans. We're being followed. Supersonic, quickly.”
The brown feathered creature brought its three heads up, and though each shared a different consciousness, they all shared the same goal. Suddenly, all three opened their mouths, and a huge burst of pained howling sounded from the distance. Though harmless to the human ear, the Dodrio had buffeted the surrounding area with a deafening supersonic wave targeted at the opposing creatures, their sense of hearing scrambled by the waves of sound. Laren smiled, but knew it was nowhere near over yet. Returning his companion quickly, he continued his journey, rushing forwards down the street. His speed would have to increase significantly if he was to be successful. And he certainly intended to be.
As he reached the end of the street, Laren leapt up into the air, gripping onto a window ledge as he pulled himself up. He repeated the process, making his way up to the top of the three floored building. Most buildings had multiple stories in the city, due to the mass amounts of population that the limited space had to provide for. Rather than building outwards, the people of Valna were forced to build upwards. Luckily for Laren, this was very convenient.
As he stood on the roof of the building, he risked a quick glance to the events occurring little over a mile away towards the East. From the looks of things, the Revolution's plan had not yet started. That was good; he still had enough time for his own agenda to be completed. Inhaling deeply, Laren made his way to edge of the roof. And then he jumped.
He rolled as he hit the ground, arriving on a roof roughly a floor lower than the one he'd leapt off. This roof, however, had a major difference. It was adjacent to the guard room. Without a moment's pause, he rushed across the dusty roof, and leapt forwards once more, though this time he intention was not to hit the ground. As he flew forwards, he curled into a ball, and smashed straight through a thick sheet of glass. Though his clothes covered up most of the blow, he quickly pulled out a particularly sharp pane of glass out of his waist, crying out slightly with pain. Looking up, Laren found himself facing a group of perplexed city guards. He didn't give them a chance to reach for their weapons.
Seeing a clear run, he rushed forwards in a sudden burst of speed, avoiding the men as they slashed forwards with their swords. Luckily, none of them had any creatures supporting them at this point, so he was easily able to make it to the front door of the guard house, smashing his way through.
As he left, he reached down into his pocket, bringing out a round, black object. He threw the object into the guard house, and ran. The sound of coughing from behind alerted him that his Smoke Ball was successful. After a few more minutes of running, he paused, exhaling deeply. The easy part was finally completed. Now, the real challenge began.
Walking forwards, Laren looked up at the one remaining object that prevented his freedom.
Standing at a height far superior to any other man made object, the wall was the pride of Valna. It surrounded the city completely, miles and miles of stone towering over the people who lived there. Or, for a more accurate term, were kept there. The Wall had been built by the founder of Valna in an attempt to keep the outside world out, which it achieved to quite a heavy extent. It also had the effect of keeping the entirety of the Valnans trapped, with no means of escape or freedom.
The Revolution despised everything that the wall stood for, and everything that the government stood for. Though the initial reason for their founding was to find a way over the great barrier that protected the city, they soon turned their attention to trying to defeat the reigning government. Laren felt as if he was the only one that still cared about trying to find his way out of the city. As such, it was his duty to fulfil the initial role of his people. And if that meant condemning a large portion of their army to death, then so be it.
Without hesitation, Laren once again released the form of his Dodrio, leaping onto its round back as he locked his feet into the bird's harness. And then, as a large explosion sounded in the distance, Laren murmured, “Let's go.” The bird moved in an instant, leaping up against the cold, grey colour of the Wall. His feet dug into the stone surface as he landed, and Laren found himself almost losing grip instantly. Soon, he regained balance, adjusting to the vertical surface, and nodded to one of the three heads, which had turned around to check on his progress.
The bird made its way quickly up the surface of the wall, Laren making use of the chaos that would be distracting the guards of the wall at this very moment. The Revolution would currently be implementing its plan to disable the main gate to the city, trying to halt any trade that the government would get. Laren was sickened by the plan, as it meant that they had gotten to the point where they were no longer trying to escape. He had not given up just yet.
Then, the creatures arrived. Having studied attempt escapes on The Wall multiple times, Laren knew exactly how events unfolded. The red spiders descended from holes in the wall, attaching themselves to fine, white threads, and making their way towards the rider and his Dodrio. Laren was prepared. Each of the Dodrio heads summoned a different form of energy, the powers of ice, fire and electricity forming in their mouths, before being launched out at the threads that held the insects up. As the energy collided with the thread, it snapped. The insects frantically tried to stop themselves, but there was no way to prevent their vertical descent, the creatures slamming into the ground, splattering.
And now, the final hurdle. All Laren had to do was remain stationed on his partners back, and he would be free. The guards on the top of the wall could prove a hurdle, but the chances were that they were long gone, focussing on a more important threat. And if not, he had prepared for that eventuality. His partner was more than capable.
Down below, crowds had gathered to watch the escape attempt. The attempts at escape were popular sport for the people of the town, and rarely had a person gotten past the Ariados before without using some form of flight, though any fliers found themselves dealt with by the nets that were thrown down by the guards. Laren, too, could well have fallen to that hurdle. Fortunately, it seems that the guards were indeed absent. Exactly as he'd expected. He'd made it. His freedom was assured.
But nothing could ever be that simple.
The first bullet penetrated Laren's shoulder, slamming through and immediately disrupting his balance. As the Dodrio heads franticly turned round in an attempt to keep the man up, a second bullet came slamming through Laren's ribs, and through one of the Dodrio heads. Then, without a fuss, the pair detached from the wall, elegantly descending down through the air.
“I was so close.” he whispered, tears rolling down his face as his life came to an end.
In the midst of the screaming crowd, a figure slowly slipped away.