Chrono Continuum
Chapter 85:
Fighting the Puppeteer

1999 A.D.

Lucca's breath was, much like her alternate's, coming in and out in ragged
gasps. She was running out of time. She skidded to a halt as she finally
reached the area she'd been looking for. The area where the cold metal hall
suddenly connected to the cold stone tunnel. She stood there for a moment,
relieved, but soon realized that she needed to keep moving. The clock was
ticking, and she couldn't afford to wait, especially considering how many
tunnels there were that the three Travelers could be in at this moment.
There were miles of tunnels under the Red Omen, and they could be anywhere.
However, she was willing to bet that they were at, or at least near, the
fields: that was as far from the Red Omen as you could get, and the only
chance Adom had to stall for time until he could create an appropriate
defense. Besides, the three Travelers would probably be drawn to the series
of force fields anyway, given the natural curiosity that her husband felt,
and was no doubt shared by her daughter and alternate.

She ran on, her cybernetic implants straining with the strained effort, her
muscles cramping up. But she didn't stop. She couldn't afford to. As she
ran, she continued counting. 9:56... 9:55... 9:54...

Same Time Period

Janus closed his eyes in concentration. Establishing a tunnel through her
crushed throat so that air could flow freely was no problem. He'd already
done so, and added another spell to keep Lucca unconscious. Unfortunately,
the problem was trying to get it so that Lucca wouldn't choke to death as
soon as he released the air tunnel, which was something that Janus wasn't
really sure how to do. He silently wished that Marle had been there, or that
Frog's power was still active, or even that the robot was here with his
gadgets, but he knew wishing never solved anything, so he dismissed the

His eyes were still closed, so he used his mind's eye, his magic, to view
her damaged throat. The attack had also damaged what Janus realized must
have been her vocal chords, but those were too delicate for him to affect
with any degree of success. He'd just have to hope that she wasn't
permanently muted. Assuming she survived.

Though he really didn't need to, his hand automatically moved toward her
throat, an instinct that the human mind had which needed contact to
reconcile effect. It really didn't really make the spell more effective, but
it was reassuring to the caster and looked more believable to others, so
most wizards continued doing it, whether necessary or not. Janus was one of
them, for the most part. As he concentrated, his power moved in around her
damaged windpipe. Slowly, carefully, he used minor telekinesis in order to
push the tube into its normal position and shape, without obstructing the
air flow he'd created. Then, still using his mind to hold the tube in place,
he began to reinforce the bonds between the cells in the damaged areas,
encouraging them to hold in their normal place without his aid. It was an
unusual experience, and it was clumsily done at first, but as he went along,
he began to understand the intricacies of the art of healing. As he
strengthened the bonds, he also stimulated the cells to divide, replacing
dead cells which were assimilated into the blood stream.

It was difficult, but he was still making progress, however slow. Lucca
would live, although it would still hurt like hell, because he didn't dare
risk messing with her nervous system to relieve the pain, especially when he
didn't understand what so many things were. So he concentrated, and ignored
the sound of battle around him.

Same Time Period

Christina took a deep breath, the black sword in her hands. She glanced
down, and noted that the name on the blade was simply Frog now. Her eyes
narrowed in anger. An ally was trapped in that blade, and she couldn't do
anything to help him, except use his prison to destroy the creature who had
trapped him. Beside her stood Masa and Mune. They were odd-looking little
creatures, but they seemed angry enough and able enough to fight, and they
had experience with battle, having been a sword, so she figured they were
valuable to have along. Of course, it was possible they couldn't win no
matter what they did.

Christina had fought demons and Hellbound, and although they could take a
lot of punishment, and some of the demons' skin was so hard you needed magic
just to break through it, they all died if you hit them just right, in just
the right place. But what do you do when your enemy can just shrug off a
fatal wound as if it were a poke with a needle? If that isn't enough to kill
them, what is?

As if reading her thoughts (who knew, maybe it had) Gaston chuckled. "You
can't beat me, you know," it confided in the three fighters. "You can't kill
a dead woman."

"But... How can you be dead," Mune asked, curious despite his anger. "I
mean, you're standing there, talking to us."

Gaston shook its head slightly. "This planet never was introduced to the
concept of the undead, was it? True, I'm using this body, but it's only a
tool, a shell. Much like when you fought Janus' wife through that large
machine. You could do all you wanted to the machine without hurting her.
It's the same with me. This body means nothing to me, except that it can be
used to subjugate and destroy. That is, after all, what I do best."

"But your body is still only physical," Masa replied. "We can destroy it,
and in the process destroy you."

Gaston laughed. "Weren't you listening? I merely inhabit this flesh. If you
kill this body, I'll simply find another. I don't even feel the pain when
you attack this body, though no doubt Parsa still does, deep down inside.
I'm the puppeteer, and this puppet will function for as long as I want it

Christina shook her head. "Whatever the case, you're not invincible. You're
obviously very powerful against magic, but you're obviously also vulnerable
to physical attack, to some extent. If we can cut off your head, I'd be
willing to bet that you couldn't control the rest of your body. But I don't
think you're going to let us try that if you can help it, are you?"

Gaston smiled. "Do I look stupid?"

Christina and the two brothers charged at once, and Gaston shook its head
derisively as it defended itself. Christina swung her sword around, trying
to behead the possessed woman on the first attack, but Gaston's hand came up
so quickly it made the sword look like it was moving in slow motion, and
slapped the blade upwards, so that it cleared the top of its head by several
inches. Then Gaston fluidly sidestepped, dodging a charging Mune. Masa tried
to jump up to hit it in the face, but Gaston's hand came up, grabbed the
white robe, and threw the young creature through the air, so that he landed
with a grunt on the cold stone, only to get up a moment later. Gaston
crossed its arms over its chest, and dared them to try anything else.

Christina used the momentum from her previous swing and, redirecting the
sword's angle so that it was headed towards Gaston's chest. The demon, of
course, saw the move coming, and simply stepped backwards out of the range
of the swing. Christina swung again, high, and Gaston ducked. She swung
downwards, and Gaston sidestepped, the blade almost clipping its shoulder.
Christina swept low, trying to go for the demon's knees, but the demon
instantly jumped in the air, doing a tight backwards midair somersault,
landing lightly after the sword passed underneath. Her breath ragged,
Christina yelled as she swung at the neck. She saw dark thoughts move
through the demon's eyes, and one arm moved up as if the Frog was moving
through syrup in comparison. But instead of trying to deflect the blade like
before, the arm came up and simply stayed between the sword and its target,
slightly angled. The sword slammed into the arm, cutting through the flesh
and muscle, steadily cutting towards the bone-

-and stopped, with a clang as it hit the bone at an angle designed to stop
it from cutting through. Gaston didn't flinch as the blade lodged in its
arm, nor did the arm waver. Gaston's smile was steady. "Impressive," Gaston
noted. "But not nearly enough, little girl." And its hand shot out towards
Christina's chest.

Before Christina had a chance to flinch, the hand slammed into her, the palm
open. The force of the blow threw her through the air, until the short
flight was ended abruptly by the stone wall behind her, which she hit with a
loud smack. She hung there for a moment, as if stuck, but she quickly slid
down until she hit the equally hard floor, her left leg twisting at an odd
angle. But she didn't notice. She couldn't feel most of her extremities, and
she couldn't seem to remember how to make her lungs work. She was surprised
to feel something warm and thick soaking her hair, but she couldn't really
remember if that was bad. She could see her two companions jump to attack
the demon, but the sight was hard to make out. Darkness was invading her
vision, and she could only hear the thump of bare feet on stone coupled with
the sound of flesh striking flesh.

It seemed to her that she needed to get up, but she was so very tired, and
she couldn't feel her legs anyway. She vaguely realized that she still had
her sword in her hand, but she couldn't make it move anymore that she could
stop her vision from going dark. The darkness enveloped her, and the sounds
of battle faded away into the background. She felt herself fall to the side,
but soon even that was gone.

"If I have to go down fighting... I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be
"Oh, Jack, you say the nicest things."
-Jack Random and Ruby Journey, Deathstalker Honor


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